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The stables: Friday afternoon

Molly was at cheer camp, Altra was still gone, and so Karal escaped to the stables. It was with a distinct sigh of relief that he pushed open the stable door and called to Trenor.

Trenor who was watching him suspiciously, ears back.

He sighed. "It is me, Trenor, though I know I do not look right, or smell right, or sound right."

Trenor's ears went back farther and he stamped one hoof.

"Oh, Vkandis, this is wonderful," he muttered, and went to get some apples from the feed bin. Hopefully Trenor would be amenable to bribery, even if he seemed to have taken a dislike to this body.

[ooc: open if your character would have a reason to be in the stable, or walking past - the doors are wide open.]

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"Hey, Trenor," Charlie said as she entered the barn. She fished an apple and a carrot out of her beach bag, and pushed her sunglasses up on her head. Trenor stamped his feet for a second, then nudged her hand, clearing seeking his treat. "How have you been, boy?"

"Oh, fine," Karal said grumpily. "You will speak to her, but not to me."

Charlie turned around, still stroking Trenor's nose, and cocked her head. "Hi. You were trying to make friends with him? You really do need something for him to eat before he'll really get friendly." Trenor lipped the apple, and Charlie added, "Or an introduction from Karal. I'm Charlie, by the way. Nice to meet you?" Said doubtfully, since the newcomer seemed to be distinctly grumpy.

Trenor flicked his ears back as Karal got closer, swinging his head and knocking the apple to the floor, and Karal sighed. "I know you, Charlie. And you know me, I am just in the wrong body." He knew he sounded grumpy, but he was. "Trenor is not any happier about it than I am."

Charlie blinked, and then boggled at the newcomer, barely noticing Trenor knocking the apple away in her surprise. "Karal? What-- how? Did someone cast a spell or something? Is this another one of that nasty crazy person's punishments?"

Karal gaped at her. "How did you know?!"

"I didn't, I guessed, because of the way you were talking to Trenor," Charlie said, still looking stunned. "She really cast a spell on you? That heinous-- that horrible-- oooooo!"

Trenor threw his head up in there, sorting at Charlie, and Karal automatically moved to soothe him, catching his halter. Trenor did not look impressed. "No, not that. That is not what happened. I meant, how did you know it was me?"

"When you said I already knew you, and you were--" Grumpy probably wasn't something to be emphasized. "--put out with Trenor, I figured he was your horse, ergo, Karal. Lucky guess." She sighed in relief. "I'm glad the Temp Principal didn't do this to you, but how did it happen?"

Karal nodded in understanding, checking Trenor as he attempted to pull away, thankful he was too well mannered to bite. "I do not know. I awoke this morning in a strange body, and thus far the most anyone has concluded is Fandom Weirdness which will wear off eventually, as it it were no more than a cold." He sounded very grumpy, and he scratched Trenor's neck, determined to get through to him.

"Sorry?" Charlie offered, still croggled. "Wow. I mean, everyone I know who became an animal changed back, but still. I heard about Dean and Alec switching bodies, but this is... weird." She frowned, knowing it was trite, then asked, "So if you're not you, whose body are you wearing? And who's got yours?"

Trenor flicked an ear and deigned not pull away from the stranger holding him. Karal sighed. "Someone named Jack Harknes. I do not know him much at all."

Charlie studied his face, and offered, "I don't know him either. And there are so many Jacks and Johnnys around...." She suddenly remembered one of Turtle's ubiquitous recurring Radio nicknames: Kissyface Jack. "Um. Yeah. He's older than you, hunh?"

Better than anything else she could think of to say.

"I believe so, yes." Trenor pulled away and turned around, presenting them both with his backside, in a very eloquent expression of how he felt about this particular stranger.

Karal sighed again and dropped his head to rest on the stall door.

Charlie winced and gave Karal a rueful look. "This is so not fair. At least Dean and Teddy got lots of pats and ear-scritching out of being animals. You're just getting dissed."

"I do not know what that means," Karal said, sighing as he started to get Trenor's dinner ready.

"Sorry. Disrespected," Charlie said, glancing at Trenor again. "And what did your roommate think of you changing in the night when you woke up this morning?"

He shrugged a little, leaning into the feed bin to hide his burning cheeks. "It was an interesting morning," he told her, because he was not going to be sharing details with anyone besides Molly.

"I'm sorry," Charlie said again, shaking her head. "Is there anything I can do? Or, um. Would you rather I get out of here, and you deal with this on your own?" Because she really had no idea how you *did* deal with body-swapping with a total stranger. At least Alec and Dean were ... familiar with each other.

Once he was confident he was no longer blushing, Karal scooped some feed into Trenor's bucket and turned back to her. "I am not good company right now."

Which was probably as close as Karal could get to a Garbo-esque, "I want to be alone," so Charlie nodded. "Yeah, I get that. I hope things go back to normal soon, Karal." She shook her head at Trenor, then turned toward the door. "Take it easy until then, okay?"

"I will." He gave her a small smile as he hung the bucket in Trenor's stall. "Thank you, Charlie."

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