we both know the mirror's cracked and everybody's in the act...

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[Desiree is feeling very unsettled. Currently, she's standing in what seems to look an awful lot like her bedroom, but she knows it isn't. There are two reasons this isn't her room: One, she doesn't have that many pillows on her bed - she used to, but not anymore. 2) Only seconds ago, she was in a dressing room at a high-end clothing store. So how did she get here...?

She hears something (Someone? You?) moving in the hallway outside. She squeezes into the space between the open door and the wall, wincing a bit when the door's hinges creeeeaak loudly. Still, she positions herself where she can peer through the crack. She waits and watches - and if danger is approaching, she knows exactly how she's getting the heck out of here...]


((OoC: Voice test! She's a shapeshifter, you've been warned. Be gentle?))

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[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ Vincent really doesn't enjoy being in this bizarro version of his own home, but at least he's not incredibly lost or something. Even if the door outside doesn't actually lead outside.

He's been systematically checking the rooms, though, just in case he's not the only one here. When he notices a particular door is open... ]

Desiree?

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[The door lets out another loud moan as she pushes it forward and moves into view. She's relieved it's just Vince and not some total stranger, but at the same time, who knows what all of this means.]

Yeah, uh, hey... [She bites her lip as she tries to think of the best way to say "This isn't really my room," without sounding too mental. ... Failing, she just rolls with it.] Something's not right here.

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it. [ He thumbs over his shoulder, concern flickering over his face. ] Front door doesn't work.

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

It doesn't? Well, neither does the front door of Neiman Marcus. [She moves over to the shopping bags she dropped, scoops them up and tosses them on the bed.

After that, she goes still. Should she be getting into ass-kicking mode? Investigation mode? Should she just stay as she is? All she knows is that she doesn't like this one bit. She speaks to Vince without actually turning to look at him.]

Hey, Vince? Where's everyone else?

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ Vince watches, leaning against the doorjamb. ] No idea. Back home, I'd guess. Probably safer than we are, but given that it's home... I could be wrong.

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[That puts her even more alert. She turns, but more so she can see the doorway than to actually face Vince (though that's part of the reason, too).]

We should get out of here, then. Like, right now. Or we need to find out who's behind this, wherever they are, and I'll take care of it.

[conventionality.livejournal.com]

[ Vince moves so that he can wave her through the door. By all means. Now that she's changed position, though, he sees all of the bags on the bed... ]

Desi, how much did you spend?

[climokinetic.livejournal.com]

[Is that an open door? In his not-home? Hey, isn't that Desi's room? What if...?

Travis dashes over to investigate, but he's coming from the wrong end of the hallway for Desiree to be able to see him, not that he even knows she's there. He doesn't announce himself, just moves to quickly try and step into the room.]

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[SLAM!!!!!]

[climokinetic.livejournal.com]

Fff--!!! [That hit him right in the nose. He stumbles backwards, stunned. Bleeding? Yep, bleeding. Broken? Possibly. Ohhh, whoever's in Desiree's room is going to pay.]

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[Desiree is still way too spun up to realize who it is she just slammed the door on - not that she's seen him anyway. She only knows she wants out of here. Now.

A few seconds later... a tiny brown mouse squeezes under the door and into the hallway before skittering away, looking for an exit.]

[notaneggbaby.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't know where he is or why he's here, only that there's some kind of movement coming from this room.

Conrit peeks his head in, a little hesitant. The last thing he needs is to run into someone angry and dangerous, especially without his big brother or anyone else around who could protect him. ]

Um. Hello?

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[A kid? Not what she was expecting at all. She shifts, peeking out from behind the door, and frowns a little.]

Hello. What are you doing here?

[notaneggbaby.livejournal.com]

I dunno. [ He fixes his hat a little shoves his fists in his pockets. ] I dunno where everyone is, I'm just here.

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't know why I'm here, either.

[She completely moves out from behind the door and brushes off her skirt before leaning and craning her neck a bit to see if anyone is in the hallway behind him, or maybe coming their way.]

Who's everyone else?

[notaneggbaby.livejournal.com]

Um. Well, I'm trying to find my brother because I'm staying with him but I haven't seen him here yet and this place isn't familiar and I don't know. [ He lets that out all in one breath, then looks up at her, tipping his head a little. ] Do you know where this is? Did someone take us to their home when I was asleep?

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head and turns her attention fully to him.]

No, I don't know where this is. They sure went out of their way to make it look just like my bedroom, though. It's weird.

I think we should get out of here. Maybe we can find your brother, too. What do you think?

[notaneggbaby.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. We should. Um. If you're not like the ladies who were gonna eat me. [ She doesn't seem like one, though. There has always been something mean and cold about Sophie and Cleo each time he's seen them, and this lady doesn't have that. ]

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies heard that creak. she approaches the door slowly, wary. she's trying to position herself so she can see in the room, not expecting the occupant to be behind the door]

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[Desiree is attempting to be less skittish and more proactive with this whole situation - seriously, running away does not suit one of the Triumph Trio at all, even if she's stuck alone right now. So when this unfamiliar woman starts coming toward the door, instead of turning into something small and running away, she slowly moves out from her hiding spot. She's still wary, cautious, but she doesn't look like she's going to lash out or run away. At least, not first.]

[grip_on_reality]

[raises an eyebrow at the sight of the scared-looking scared. Menzies stays tensed, but her voice is calm:] And who might you be, love?

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

[Have a bit of an incredulous look - you don't recognize her? How can you not recognize one of the superheroes who regularly saves the city? It's not like she's in a strange form right now, either... But no matter, not even half a second later, she's back to a neutral look.]

Desiree. Who are you? This isn't my house... Where am I?

[grip_on_reality]

[relaxes slightly at that] Didn't figure it was.

DI Patricia Menzies. And that's just the question I was wondering about...

[shapechanged.livejournal.com]

No, I mean... [She gestures widely to the bedroom at large.] It looks like my house. Almost. But it isn't. So whoever did this went through a whole lot of trouble.

[She sighs.] God, this doesn't make any sense. This is so stupid...

[grip_on_reality]

[surprised] Is it really? Any idea why?