I said I'm evil without even trying...

[onteamdyson]

Who: Kenzi and ANYONE!
What: Catch-all log for species swap featuring FAEPIRE KENZI! Info post here
Where: House 20 and anywhere else!
When: Day 58, 59, 60, and 61 (leave the day in the header so I can sort out timeline stuff please)
Warnings: Gore, violence, vampirism, blood, hijinks
Notes: You can either just reply with your character running into her somewhere, or hit me up via plurk/PM and I can start something specifically for your character! I'd be happy to do the later if you'd prefer so don't even worry about asking. I will be tagging this for the rest of ever. It does not matter when you tag in! I will reply.

If she'd been awake to see it, Kenzi would have been indescribably proud of the sweet Beetlejuice reference she was currently making. The blanket was pulled up over her shoulder and she was lying horizontally as you usually do when sleep happens. The only difference between this morning and any other morning was the fact that she was currently hovering about three feet above her bed. 

Her hair hung down like the sides of the blanket, but the rest of her was perfectly comfy and impressively level mid-air... until the sun in her eyes finally woke her up and she dropped back onto her bed with a thud before bolting upright, looking around frantically and breathing pretty damn rapidly. What the hell was that?! What the hell is in her mouth!? Why the hell did she suddenly feel so... powerful?

... And why the hell doesn't her arm hurt?

First things first. She made quick work of unwrapping the bandages on her arm, laughing incredulously when it came away to reveal the skin underneath was perfectly healed, smooth, and not itchy for the first time in months! There was definitely some freaky fae shiz going on around here! And Kenzi was only mildly surprised to realize that she couldn't wait to find out what it was. 

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Day 58! Morningish. With Galen!

[onteamdyson]

It had taken her about an hour, but Kenzi had finally gotten the hang of this floating thing. She'd been through the entire upstairs by now and most of the first floor, testing everything out before she deciding she needed someone to show off to.

She opens the door to Galen and Jesse's room just a crack, peeking in first to make sure it was okay to go inside. It's not like she could hear anything, and you can freakin' bet she would have heard something even without the sweet vampire hearing! She wasn't, however, expecting to smell something... weird. Something not quite... like it should be? Almost like cloves. Sweet and spicy and not-- ... Oh my god, he's so cute when he's sleeping.

Her current train of thought forgotten, Kenzi floats into the room and hovers near the foot of the bed. So cute! So sleepy. It's weird to see Galen sleeping in this late and she is way the hell too impatient to wait for him to wake up, soooooooooo she does what any ultra-awesome-super-good best friend would do!

She floats close enough to get both her hands around his ankle and just casually pulls him out of bed! While floating. And smiling. And laughing!

later in the day/evening

[venatical]

Maybe if Dean goes for a walk he can stop dicking around on the network... being a dick. He has a bag of candy corn with him just in case he gets another uncontrollable urge to stuff his face, but he's spent a lot of the day doing that, and he's finding that maybe the cravings are cooling it for a little while. Which is good because he already feels fucking buzzed, and he doesn't think it's just the sugar he's been downing all day either.

He's... enjoying this. Even if he's freaked out that he's a Trickster, he's still having a good time. He still thinks it's funny that people are vampires or pixies or whatever they are now. And he maybe can't stop thinking about what Crowley's doing now, or how fitting it is that Gabriel's powerless, or wonder about what happened to Lucifer -- or what could happen...

So yeah, a walk. To take his mind off it. Out to the water, where he'll stand and watch the waves and eat candy corn.

Day 59

[buttsoupbarnes]

[An excited Troy continued his stomp around town. He was... pretty okay with the tail thing now. Especially the added perks that seemed to come with it. Despite this being the most awesome thing ever, he still wanted to know who did it. While the power was cool and all, he felt he probably shouldn't be so quick to forgive the racist connotations. He spotted Kenzi walking by from a distance and instantly got tunnel vision for her. It was her. It had to be. She had the motive and everything. He approached her with a great deal of determination.]

Hey, Special K! Tell me you're the one who did this. Tell me you're the one who thought it would be SO funny to surgically implant a monkey tail in Troy the Token Black Guy's ass. I know I was kind of a jerk with that whole evil beard thing, and haven't found the time to properly apologize, but damn, isn't this taking it a bit too far?

I didn't even know you were that racist.

[As his tail waved around wildly behind him, he found it harder and harder to maintain the facade of being angry. It was just too awesome. He should be thanking whoever did this.]

Sometime during Day 58

[undomesticated]

Riley makes an attempt to run out of her room to grab something to eat, trying to avoid being seen by anyone who might either pick up on her scent or who might want to do something else. The scents in the house had changed when she'd poked her nose out to go to the bathroom earlier, meaning her housemates hadn't gotten away unscathed from whatever was making her communicator go nuts.

Some of the scents made her imaginary hackles rise and she couldn't rightly say why.

Which is why she was trying to quickly find something to eat in the kitchen and get out of there before being seen. The sound of someone coming as she had her head in a cupboard told her she'd failed.

Day 59ish - Evening

[noblexcompanion]

So, their girly night had been pushed back again. And then all the weird stuff had happened that flip-turned most of the Cape upside down, backwards and inside out - well, okay, maybe not inside out (at least Donna hadn't seen anyone inside out - didn't there used to be a short kids' show about an inside out boy?)... Back to the point.

Girly time needed to be had and Donna needed someone to talk to before the giant ball of timey-wimey space stuff in her head sent her crazy. Being a Time Lady is hard work.

She really, really hoped that Kenzi hadn't been turned into some non-eating weirdo, because she had made muffins, and she didn't want to have to eat them all herself.

She turned up at house 20 and knocked on the door.