The grounds outside, Sunday evening/night

[nadiathesaint]

Reading dark poetry in a room with a monkey? Didn't quite cut it. And the roof seemed remarkably crowded these days. So after having a conversation with Nadia-in-Willow's-body, Hamlet-in-Nadia's-body headed outside with a flashlight and the book he'd borrowed from Cally. After some debate, he climbed a tree and dangled one still-bare foot off the branch as he perched, flashlight in his teeth, and started reading.

[ooc: mostly for cyclopeanmerc, but open to bothering, nonetheless.]

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip sighed as he hefted his duffle bags over his shoulder and walked towards the dorm building.

At least the limo had been comfortable.

[nadiathesaint]

"Kvoff ter Hefffen," Hamlet said, forgetting himself and speaking outloud, and thus ending up dropping the flashlight from the tree.

Possibly onto Pip's head, since Hamlet certainly wasn't paying attention.

"Nevermore!" He sighed in an oddly cheerfully remorse tone. "Poe is a genius."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"OW!" Pip yelled. He glanced up at the tree. "Who the hell's up there?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Eh?" Hamlet leaned over to see who he seemed to have dropped his flashlight on. "Oh. Sorry,"

Then he lost his balance and pitched out of the tree himself.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip dropped his bags. "Jesus Nadia, are you alright?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Fine, fine," Hamlet pushed himself up and started dusting off Walter's clothes . . . which he'd been wearing for two days, now. "Do I know you?"

Yes, he'd managed to miss the part with Pip calling him "Nadia". In his defense, he had just fallen out of a tree.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Yeeees," Pip responded. "It's me, Pip."

[nadiathesaint]

"Ah. Pip. Yes. But have we met? Only this whole thing seems to be having me missing some important details."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...Yes, Nadia. Yes we have. Several times. In fact, I'm fairly certain we're close friends."

[nadiathesaint]

Hamlet blinked. "Ah, you haven't heard. There's the rub: I'm not Nadia."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"//Please. Just once, can't I come home to normality? Just once?//" Pip muttered in French. "Alright, I'll bite. Who are you then?"

[nadiathesaint]

"The crown prince of Denmark."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip blinked a few times. "Hamlet?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Correct."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Have you noticed that you have boobs?" Pip asked.

[nadiathesaint]

"I have, actually. I have also promised Nadia that I would not do anything uncouth with them. Or the rest of her body."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Wait, what?"

[nadiathesaint]

"When I spoke with Nadia after this whole thing started, I promised her I wouldn't do anything with her body." Hamlet cracked his neck slowly. "I'm hoping falling out of the tree won't count."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Okay, Hamlet, I just got back. What whole thing started?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Body switching." Hamlet shrugged. "Woke up Saturday morning to discover myself in Nadia's body and Angela in Walter's. Nadia is apparently in Willow's, Walter is in Peter's, and according to the radio, Jamie is in mine."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip facepalmed. "Naturally," he said. "Naturally. Well, if you see Nadia or Walter or anyone, tell them I'm back in town. I'm gong to bed."

[nadiathesaint]

"Will do. Hopefully this will all be sorted by tomorrow, anyway." Hamlet tucked the book into the waist band of Walter's pants and started back up the tree. "Oh, Pip, by the way, do you know of a word that rhymes with 'silver'?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Er... Bilver, Dilver, Filver, Gilver... Milver... no. Can't think of anything."

[nadiathesaint]

Hamlet cursed in what he thought was Danish. "Ah well. Thanks anyway." He pulled himself back up on the branch and opened the book.