#atrolleyproblem 01

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @ATROLLEYPROBLEM // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| IT has become quickly clear that his entire being has irrequivicoally changed for a third time. And unlike the past two changes, this time may be for the WORST. Friends, he's shared minds and bodies with before, but this … layers upon layers like an onion. Clothing on top of clothing. On top of skin. On top of fire and brimstone.

GLANCE shot over one shoulder, meeting a gaze that should be his own. Fingers twitch and then don't feel right, like actual fingers. Even WORSE than the sense of displacement he's felt before. There's no intent to be rude, but he clutches DESPERATELY to this need to learn what he can and immediately ❝Who are you?❞ He questions, stumbling in foreign shoes. Blasted, fucking AWFUL shoes! ❝You're in my body and I'm — am I in yours?❞

[krojibbed]

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[There was little to it, really. You were barely home except for when you had an idea to construct, barely still unless you had a reason to be. If you could, you would carry your home on your back like a turtle, portable and roaming wherever you go, a free place to sleep no matter how far you fled from your base location. Better than trying to pay for a hotel room, or sleeping in dumpsters and on benches and getting chastised by local law for sleeping on public property.]

[But that wouldn't be practical for your art. So you carry on.]

[You hadn't been home for a few days now, just wandering Archimedes and its Grecian arches as your mind drifted itself to locations you hadn't yet quite processed. Slightly to the left, slightly out of focus, your floaty demeanor kept you going, wandering through the streets until something snapped you out of your daze and drew you in. Usually that something was little more than a piece to use in a sculpture - something shiny, something soft, something broken, something that could be just a little bit more than what it already was. Something to ponder, to alter.]

[This time, however, the thing that caught your eye wasn't a thing, but a person. Wandering as you were, slightly to the right, a similar soul.]

[Something in you compelled you to say hello, or at least, make your presence known. Which is... a little out of character, you would admit. Maybe the island and its close living was finally breaking through your solitary mind.]

CHARUN: .. CHARUN: .. CHARUN: Are you lost