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[othersdie]

[Justin wakes up in a place that is definitely not his room. This, however, is a thing that he notices only after the initial wave of agonizing pain subsides. Looking at the video feed, a careful observer will notice that this doesn't look like Justin. There's something different about the face, the hair...]

What...

[He's in the Welcome Center in one of the guest beds. Therefore, it shouldn't be much of a surprise that Penny's voice can be heard in the background.]

Jimmy? Do you need more medicine?

I don't-- [Oh. Oh. Realization dawns--and is immediately derailed by pain. What the hell did Jimmy do?] Yes. Please.

Just give me a minute, okay?

Thanks.

[He notices the device's recording light. With a sigh that becomes a groan as moving proves to be a bad idea, Justin grabs the device. Before turning it off--]

Jimmy. I have something that belongs to you.


[ooc: Most pointless bodyswap of all time! Jimmy and Justin have swapped, Jimmy was clever enough to let House do a painful surgical procedure, and purple is Penny. Replies will come from ohcurses 

TRIGGER WARNING for the thread involving Carla.]

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[dignity_misery]

[ Carla has a theory about what's going on here, but... what she does with that theory could be rather unpleasant. For now, she's simply slipped her way into the Welcome Center. You haven't gone anywhere on that leg, have you? She sits down on the edge of the bed without being invited, already smiling. ]

Hi there.

[ohcurses]

[Oh, great. His favorite person ever.]

Carla. I'm not Jimmy.

I feel like this needs a TW for sexual harassment

[dignity_misery]

[Oh Justin. Her smile pulls sharper.]

I know that. [It's a whisper.] But I don't think I care.

[...this could be a problem...]

[ohcurses]

[Oh. Justin really wishes that Penny didn't give Welcome Center guests so much privacy.]

What do you want?

[dignity_misery]

[Her hand comes out, brushing the soft hair across his temple, and she leans in closer to him.]

I just came to visit.

[She's really very amused by this curse. Maybe because tormenting Justin always puts a smile on her lips. There's nowhere for him to run, unless he's going to call for help. She'd rather he wasn't that kind of coward.]

How are you feeling?

[ohcurses]

[He pulls away from her... not that he gets very far.]

Did you come to visit Jimmy or me?

[Justin's pretty sure that Carla knows who he is. He's also not about to yell.]

Like someone's been digging around in my leg. How about you?

[dignity_misery]

[Her hand is going to catch on something, fingers curling. In his hair or in his shirt, she doesn't much care, she's not letting him get away.]

How much do you know about him?

[It doesn't really answer either of his questions.]

[ohcurses]

[As much as Justin hates Jimmy's hair, he doesn't much appreciate Carla's grip on it. His leg hurts and he's not in the mood for her games.]

Not much. I take it you've met.

[dignity_misery]

[Come here, princess. She presses a kiss high on his cheek, the line of her nose brushing eyelashes, her fingers tight against his skull.]

How much older is he?

[ohcurses]

[Okay, that's... this is highly uncomfortable in so many ways. Justin freezes.]

Four years, biologically.

[dignity_misery]

I see.

[She keeps him close to her, resting her forehead against his, looking down into his face with brown eyes.]

The two of you aren't very alike.

[ohcurses]

[Carla will, undoubtedly, notice that panic is beginning to creep up on Justin. His heart is racing, he's breathing quickly--she's much too close.]

I'd imagine not.

[dignity_misery]

[ She knows. ]

So which do you think you'd prefer? Dead, or hobbled?

[ohcurses]

Right now? Dead.

[Although he's quite alive right now thanks to a trade.]

[dignity_misery]

You're not enjoying yourself? I guess you wouldn't.

[She reaches down to put her hand on the wounded leg, letting her weight settle over it.]

[ohcurses]

[Justin's trying to keep his expression blank, but that gets a wince.]

Carla, what are you doing?

[dignity_misery]

[ Her fingers knead in deeper. ]

Too painful?

[ohcurses]

[He hisses in pain but can't convince his arms to move to stop her.]

Stop it.

[dignity_misery]

[She doesn't. But she leans in closer to his face again, threatening to kiss him.]

Does pain frighten you, Justin?

[ohcurses]

[Her closeness is worse than the pain.]

No.

[dignity_misery]

Good. [She praises him sweetly, breath on his skin.] You're not as cowardly as I thought.

[ohcurses]

[Too close. This intimacy is very much unwanted and Justin's voice is barely a whisper.]

Get off.

[dignity_misery]

Call for help, or stop me yourself.

[Her hand slides up his side, headed for his cheek to cup his face.]

Those are your options.

[ohcurses]

And if I don't do either?

[Paralysis is a really inconvenient physical manifestation of panic.]

[dignity_misery]

Then you have no say in the matter.

[ Just that simple. ]