[video]

[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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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. ]

[ohcurses]

[He finally grabs Carla's wrist--more delicately than the situation demands--and pulls it away from his face.]

[dignity_misery]

[She smiles, her head drooping to the side, she's only a little closer when she murmurs to his ear,]

I like Jimmy. He's a pretty good fuck. But I like to watch both of you squirm.

[She doesn't fight him for her wrist.]