One Week

[oversight]

Who: John Blake & YOU!
Where: Out and About
When: March 20 - March 27, 2013
Rating: PG+
Summary: Over the course of a week, the changes to Wonderland effect Blake in multiple, potentially hilarious ways.
The Story:Thursday, March 20th - Genderwsapped 
Friday, March 21st - Genderswapped
Saturday, March 22nd - Genderswapped/Dreamwalking
Sunday, March 23rd - Dreamwalking
Monday, March 24th - Aged-down
Tuesday, March 25th - Aged-down/Dreamwalking
Wednesday, March 26th - Wildcard!
Thursday, March 27th - Genderswapped

Genderswap replies from five_oh.
Aged-down replies from johnnyblake.

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genderswapped

[five_oh]

[ March 20th, 21st, 22nd ]

[ It's just his luck that John finds himself at the gazebo fairly early on. In fact, it happens so early in the morning — during a jog when curiosity gets that better of him — that it really takes him by surprise.

Suddenly female, he's practically affronted by the fact that there was no warning, nothing to ensure he's ready for this. Of course, they rarely know exactly what an event's going to bring so he— she can't exactly be surprise.

For the remainder of the day and a few that follow, Blake will be attempting to keep up the normal routine in a whole new body. She can be found anywhere around Wonderland, including outside the other "hot spots" known for changing people. ]

[ March 27th ]

[Oddly enough, after nearly a week of insanity, Blake is finding that he's certainly run the gamut, though not quite as seriously as some. Dreamscapes and age-changes and wizards and fins, it's something else.

Having a choice, and figuring it's going to wear again off again eventually, he returns to the gazebo for a second shot at being a woman. Because why not?

Maybe more interestingly, though, is that once female again, Blake makes some attempt at the more traditionally feminine practices. Makeup is like torture — liquid eyeliner should be banned even if the results are striking — and dresses rarely look as good on her frame as they do in the magazines. Accessories are tricky, too, but by Noon, she's able to pull something together

And thus, one very feminine Blake can be found roaming the quieter areas in the mansion for most of the day. ]

Late afternoon on the 20th

[goesdown]

[ Crowley's out on the grounds and he hasn't noticed much of anything yet. He's just coming down and he's trying to get some fresh air to cure his head, but he's just a little less put together than usual. His hair is rumpled and his sportscoat is askew.

When he seeks Blake, he almost ignores him, but the woman is clearly new and he's feeling a tad more sympathetic than he might have otherwise. ]

New here? I don't think I've seen you before.

[five_oh]

[ Oh, for the love of—

Blake stops in her tracks, eyes closing slowly during an accompanying sigh. Of course. Of course. It's only makes sense that Crowley is going to be one of the first people she meets as a she.

Fucking Wonderland.

Feeling ill at ease, Blake tugs at one of the sleeves of her baggy sweater and turns toward Crowley. ]

Hey, yeah. I, uh—

[ It's said flatly, but her voice is almost husky in of itself, adding some unexpected depth. And oddly enough, she's wearing something strangely masculine(?) all around by this time in the day. ]

What— what d'you— [ Hngh, Blake is going to regret this, isn't she? ] —want?

[goesdown]

[ Ah, one of those. Who knows what sort of world she's just come from. Crowley decides to keep his distance until he can see whether or not she's the sort who might get stabby when she's skittish. ]

Just saying hello.

[ He holds up his hands to show they're empty. ]

Have you spoken to anyone about this place yet? There's a pamphlet that's floating around with all the nitty-gritty, but I haven't got one on me.

[femaled]

[Castiel also makes it to the gazebo early on. It's one of the most easily accessible structures out of all of those that were tacked on so suddenly, and while he doesn't spend a whole lot of time searching around it, it's still enough to get the job done.

Unlike any human put through this, Castiel doesn't have any issue with suddenly changing his sex. Vessels are nothing more than that -- a conduit so that he can interact with humans without harming them -- and so how one looks doesn't make much of a difference to him.

He may have some attachment to Jimmy Novak's body, if only because he's been making use of it for so long, but being female for a short time is hardly the end of the world.

His outfit's been changed only slightly, altered to fit his new shape and with the pants replaced by a skirt and tights. He's wandering the outdoors area as he always would, to see what else these changes in Wonderland's layout have to offer.]

[five_oh]

[ For Blake's part, she's not all that perturbed at being a woman. It's different, and it's weird, but it's certainly not the worst thing that's happened to her since joining Wonderland. And it's bound to give a little perspective, right? Perspective enough, at least.

So, the day has been spent meandering around Wonderland, taking in the changes to the terrain just the same as the changes in the people. And, of course, there's no mistaking Castiel.

As Blake approaches, she tips her head a bit at Castiel's skirt — it's a good choice — and takes note of the shoes, too. ]

Hey, Cas. [ She offers a wave. ] It's— it's Blake... [ As if Cas won't be able to tell. ]

[femaled]

[The shoes are a pair of simple black flats, which is for the best, as no one wants to observe Castiel trying to walk in heels. He prefers something practical, and so he's relieved that none of the outfit changes have restricted his movement in any real way.

While the woman who approaches is unfamiliar, the essence underneath that is recognizable as John Blake. Dean Winchester's closet friend here -- or he had been. Now that's been wiped away, right along with Dean's memories.]

I know. [Castiel nods and takes a quick look around.] It seems a number of us searched that gazebo before its true effect became known. [Which is probably more of a problem for Blake, though he doesn't look particularly traumatized.]

About noon on the 22nd.

[seekinghome]

::A couple days into this event finds Ed in the kitchen. He isn't about to trust the dining room until everything's over. Unfortunately, as his cooking skills are somewhat lacking, he's limited to sandwiches and whatever else he can get from the fridge.

When he sees Blake come into the room, he tilts his head, trying to place him as he munches on his sandwich.::

Did something hit you or are you new?

[five_oh]

[ Oh, hey, it's Ed. A decidedly male Ed, which is probably a relief to him. Blake smiles a little and gestures vaguely in the direction of the entranceway of the mansion, somewhere well beyond the walls of the kitchen. ]

Somethin' got me. [ And she gestures to herself with the butter knife she was using to spread some butter on bread. ] Blake.

[ Really, what could she say? It's definitely a change, and she's certainly almost entirely unrecognizable as her former self. ]

Hungry?

[seekinghome]

::Yes, definitely a relief to him. He likes his bits where they are, thank you. If he got himself turned into a woman, his reaction would be very loud.::

Man, you look different.

::He looks down at his sandwich.::

Yeah. Not about to trust the dining room any time soon. Don't need someone else getting hold of my body. They might break my automail.

on the 27th!

[ganking]

[ once the gender mess had been over and done with, as well as his "good times" at the asylum, dean's avoided most places like the plague. by now he has a good enough idea of what each will do, and unlike some people who willingly jump into the melting pots of crazy provided by wonderland, he's had more than enough.

sure, there had been nothing dangerous about being a chick, but with this place and everything it stands for, the many familiar faces and those he didn't know all claiming to know him, there's only so much excitement dean is willing to join out of his own free will.

that being said, sitting around in his room doesn't quite do it either, and after a few choice days of avoiding, he does venture out again, though keeping in mind all the places where something had happened, and staying clear. it's how he finds what appears to be a normal, pretty girl wandering the hallways much like he is, though hers is a face he hasn't seen before which is honestly all the more reason for him to approach.

maybe she's someone who hadn't known him, someone, when compared to the rest, relatively normal. he can hope, right? ]

Hey, there. You lost?

[ said with his number one best smile. ]

[five_oh]

[ As luck would have it — maybe not Blake's luck, or Dean's luck, but someone's luck — there's absolute recognition hidden carefully somewhere behind this woman's eyes. As soon as she spots Dean, there's an instant urge to disappear, to just melt into the ground, into nothing at all.

In another place and time, likely not even all that long ago, Blake would be in a position to never, ever live this down. The dress, the hair, the bangles and the earrings, all by choice. Even the return to a gazebo had been purposeful.

But, as it stands (with this Dean, at least), there's a chance they could avoid awkwardness entirely if Blake just neglects to reveal a true identity. It might be easier that way. ]

Um, no. Not... lost.

[ She glances away, focusing on something else — a door, in this case — entirely too aware of the heels in this moment when Blake's trying so carefully to remain absolutely still.

Oh, fuck it. Maybe it's better if she does move. ]

—'scuse me. [ Said quietly, voice decidedly feminine despite it's timbre and huskiness. ] Should prob'ly be goin'.

for Ten!

[five_oh]

[ Wonderland never ceases to amaze, though it does tend to wear thin on a person here or there. For Blake, day three of being a woman is kind of pushing it. But in the grand scheme of things, it's not the worst experience in the world, right?

Except that she never thought that so much hair could be such a pain in the ass. Or that the shoes that she chose would inevitably hurt her feet over the course of the day. Or that she would find herself out of said shoes, fighting against the wind, perched on the back of a park bench, trying to figure out how to braid that fine hair with nothing approaching a good result.

Frustrated, she lets the pile of now-messy hair fall and huffs out her annoyance. ]

Okay, pretty ready for this to be over. An instruction manual might be nice...

[ But, lo and behold, here is someone. A benevolent soul, perhaps? Blake waves a hand and calls out. ]

Hey, you ever been a lady?

[ Yep, she just asked that. Hello, Doctor! ]

[likesimpossible]

[ All in all, this event hasn't been so terrible. Well, the asylum and the carnival with the glimpses of people who couldn't quite be seen were a little trying, but all things considered, nothing too strange has happened to the Doctor, and so he can't complain.

Luckily for Blake, the Doctor is definitely a benevolent soul. He comes over, beckoned by that intriguing question. Well, that and the fact that he's just witnessed her apparently fighting with her own hair. ]

Can't say that I have, sorry. [ He eyes the lady (or the man) curiously. ]

Am I to assume you're not liking being one?

for Greed!

[five_oh]

[ At some point Blake's done what she could to get used to this new body. Everything... flows different. Those emotions aren't as easy to swallow down, or maybe she's just feeling a lot more raw and vulnerable than she had as a man. Either way, Blake's lost somewhere between making the most of it and wishing that she could just go back to being a he. When's this stuff supposed to wear off again?

Dressed somewhat appropriately, John's managed to toss something together, though the heels are probably a little much, don't you think, closet? And god forbid Blake use the greater sense she was given because she wears them. And wobbles in them. And gets them stuck in heating grates... which is where she can be found, arguing with the shoe (still on that petite foot), tugging with all her might as she tries to free herself. ]

C'mon, you son of a bitch... let go.

aged-down

[johnnyblake]

[ March 24th, 25th ]

[ It's an accident that leads Blake to the playground, and he can only blame himself when he finds that one misstep is what separates John Blake at present with a younger, decidedly scrawnier version of himself.

Awful hair, pale, thin... it's like some kind of nightmare; honestly, he hasn't hit the age where he's wishing to be young again.

Thankfully, in this case, the attitude reverts quite a bit, too. Maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's Wonderland, but this younger Blake is a bit more snappish and a bit more apt to be found lurking well away from people, likely having a couple drinks or watching the people in the asylum from a jury rigged deer stand made from a ladder and some wood.

He's available any time, day or night. ]

[onsilksheets]

[The past few days would drive anyone in the direction of the local bar. Rather than asking for something from the wardrobes, Bela decides to visit the only bar that Wonderland had for a little nightcap.

She's perched on a stool at the bar, bottle of scotch in front of her and a glass half-full. After taking a sip, she spots Blake out of the corner of her eye, noting that he looked different to how he normally was. Curiouser and curiouser.

But perhaps not really because of all the weird things that were happening recently. Bela gets off the barstool and makes her way over to him, glass in one hand.]

John, right?

[johnnyblake]

[ Almost automatically, he thinks to correct her, because he'd preferred Johnny for the longest time, and at this age is when the changeover takes place. It's John now. Part of a new version, someone a little more spit-polished than the kid with the bad attitude he used to be.

Of course, he's probably too young to drink at this age, but see if that sort of thing stops him. ]

Yeah, John. How's it goin'?

[ He lifts his beer, offers a half-drunk smile even. ]

wildcard

[oversight]

[ Wednesday, March 26th ]

[ On Wednesday, Blake is feeling particularly susceptible to wandering aimlessly around Wonderland. During this time, it's possible to find John in any of the unlisted states, be that merman (pop, merman), woman, patient or otherwise. ]

((OOC: Tag in with a character and a location, set the scene, or make a request. The results will likely be random (meaning if you tag in by the mermaker area, you may not necessarily get a merBlake). It's random! And fun! A ~wildcard~, see?))

genderbendy dreamtimes! let me know if i need to change <3

[unregenerate]

[ She's staring out a grimy window in what seems like an abandoned apartment for what feels like an eternity before she snaps to attention.

Meg's aware of the dream escapes that have been happening, and she can admit it's been pretty damn entertaining so far. This is new, though.

From her position, she turns around to scan the surrounding area. Where ever she is, it looks like the bad side of town - the side she would normally occupy, truth be told. So much trouble to get into in the shadowy areas with shadowy people.

Meg doesn't have much of a chance to mull over her next move when the sound of footsteps are heard. Taking a step over to her right, she leans back against the wall beside the window, curious to see who will show their face. ]

Perf~

[five_oh]

[ It turns out to be Blake's face that shows through the opening door of the apartment, only this time, it's considerably different. For whatever reason, in this dream, he happens to be a she. It's impossible to tell whether that's an effect of Wonderland or just John's mind at work, but in any case, this feminine form is fully integrated into the landscape.

Blake's wearing what amounts of a waitressing uniform, save for the tennis shoes. An apron is draped over her purse arm and she's carrying heels, a paper grocery bag, and several newspapers along with a semi-harrowed look.

She pins her eyes right on Meg and her expression softens considerably in an attempt to hide the stress. ] Oh, honey, what're you doin' over there, huh? Come away from the window...

[ It's coaxed from a distance with familiarity. In the meantime, Blake's trying to deposit everything carefully on to the floor. Outside, police sirens play in the distance as they're apt to do on this side of town. ]

[radiobroad]

[ It's an easy trap to fall into. A perfect place for reading a good book out in the sun, now that spring's arrived. Why Philip thought it was anything but a trap is honestly beyond him, but then again... maybe he was just too curious to see the spring mechanism in action.

That's a discussion for another day though, because reasons being whatever they may be, point being, there's a woman walking briskly away from the gazebo, muttering curses under her breath while tugging at her ill-fitted sweater, not particularly watching where she might be going. ]

[oversight]

[ It happens to be one of those fortunate in-between moments where Blake is Blake, male and appropriately 29. Which means the level of distraction present in his life is considerably less than it has been.

Catching a glimpse of the approaching woman just in time to note a potential collision, John holds up his hands to stop her before she bowls one (or both) of them over. ]

Whoa, hold on— Watch—

[ He shuffles to avoid contact. So far, he's managed to also avoid the rest of the altering obstacles around Wonderland, but having been both a teen and a woman already, he recognizes the woman's baggy clothes and hurried shuffle for what it is. Which immediately makes him want to get a better look so he can guess which man she used to be.

Is that awful? He probably shouldn't find entertainment in the suffering of others. ]

You okay?

eyyyy (playground? Age shenanigans? We can always move on from there!)

[paper_knight]

Mark's decided to make a point of visiting each altered area at least once--to document the effects, and to test his own ability to detect--and resist--the ones that are all in your head.

Some of them--the seashore and the second floor, most notably--send him running as soon as he realizes what's happening. (He has no wish to relive either of those crashes). Others--like the playground--tempt him to linger.

He still remembers everything--Cindy, Amanda, Rapture--but it feels like less of a weight to his younger self. His leg and shoulder don't hurt him, and it's a relief to think clearly, without doubt or grief.

So here he is, perched as high up on the steel structure as he could climb, taking down notes and watching other residents mill about the grounds. He's more productive this way, he tells himself. And the view is nice.
Surely it can't be wrong to exploit the event a little.

Perfect~

[oversight]

If nothing else, it makes sense to exploit anything that's got a positive influence. That being said, Blake has little interest in being a kid for the entire time he's dealing with all these changes to the landscape, but he has taken to visiting the playground to see who does have an interest in being younger. As he approaches, he almost doesn't believe his eyes. From a distance, he isn't sure who he's seeing, but up close it's much more obvious the man settled on top of the playground equipment is none other than Mark Meltzer.

John shields his eyes as he looks up, squinting despite the shadow cast by his hand. "How's the weather up there?" Something of a joke. He'd climb up, but Blake isn't sure he really needs to take that step just yet. He'd like to stick to being thirty and male for a bit now, thanks.