#tracelessevent1

[danieleansworth-traceless]

( @tracelessrp​​ - open starter)

Location: Traceless Café 

After waking up in the wrong bodies on Saturday and having yet to reverse the swap, the regulars at Traceless café had been through a rough few days. Having no clue about magic or anything of the sort, Daniel was rather oblivious to this when he made his way into his new favorite café for the first time in a few days, eager for a break from the hustle and bustle of his life. 

Sitting on a stool at the counter with a fresh cup of tea, he couldn’t help but notice as he looked around that a fair number of the café’s patrons seemed a fair bit more stressed than usual. Turning to the person nearest, he hesitated before asking “Hey, is everything... erm, alright?”

[ulani-majusaka]

Ulani -> Atticus

@steffiisms​

No, no, no. She was dreaming--no, having a fucking nightmare. She was sweating way too much, and these silk sheets were way too hot. Her limbs were too long, everything was too awkward. She threw the comforter off the bed and screamed when she saw her body. There was no way she was in the body of a white, pubescent boy. She shuddered and gingerly pulled up her boxers and took a peek just to be sure, which was a terrible idea because it made the situation seem all the more real. She jumped out of bed and in her panic, she felt an unfamiliar sort of magic rise within her. The next thing she knew, her limbs were shorter--fuzzier--and all she could do was bleat. 

[oflark]

@isobelcromwell​

“I don’t know how to stress this enough. Do not leave the house until I can come get you,” Lark reiterated over the phone. Her breathing was panicked from the precarious situation as she speed-walked in the morning hours to to her house before something very bad happened to her body with Isobel inside of it. “This is going to sound incredibly cliché, but I’m not like other vampires, and the sun is bad. Oh. And don’t touch the pile of books on my desk. You can touch anything else in the room- that pile is just precarious. And don’t touch anything of Steffi’s because she’ll know. Or- whoever else in the house with you will know. Is Steffi herself? What do you know?”

[definitelychloe]

@devilsroast​ - Sofia​

“Uhm! I am so sorry, but I wasn’t sure who was in the bed with me, so I left them there. I did make them breakfast, though. And left a note. Was I supposed to leave a note? It was just to say they could help themselves to breakfast unless- oh no. Can your person, uh, eat breakfast?” Chloe laughed nervously, not really sure that she was doing a very good job of being somebody else. Chloe didn’t know too much about vampires, which wasn’t ideal considering she now was one. But the one thing she did know is that they weren’t able to enjoy food in the same way. Once she had gotten an idea of the circumstances, she had decided it unwise to learn by doing. “But, uhm, thank you very much for meeting up with me. Do you need... breakfast?”

[lostandenchanted]

(open starter event)

Mira was utterly and completely confused. She had no idea how she escaped this weird turn of events but was super glad especially with it being a full moon soon. Mira looked around trying to figure out who was someone she knew and who was someone that she didn’t in a body that she recognized. Of course this was after she went to say hi to someone and they looked at her like she had 10 heads. Now she was cutting her losses and just hanging out in the café until it was time for her to leave. 

[nighttcrrors]

( open event starter )

While Deacon had luckily been able to avoid being body swapped by whatever this phenomenon was, that didn’t mean he wasn’t involved in trying to solve it. In fact, he felt like it was one of the bigger priorities in town right now. Right now, he was trying to give himself the much needed break. The night sky sparkling above him as Deacon made his way to the cafe. Though he wasn’t able to consume coffee anymore, the shop always brought a sense of comfort to the man. It was one of the only times in his childhood that he didn’t have to worry. The door really did transport you to a new place, even if it wasn’t always physically. As he made his way towards a table in the corner, Deacon half wondered if he should get himself a drink or not. It wasn’t as if they didn’t have options for any supernatural type around. There was just something off about drinking blood in the middle of a cafe that humans could walk into that didn’t sit well with him. Shaking his head, Deacon slipped into the seat and pulled out his notebook to start jotting down notes for the day.

[steffiisms]

( Closed starter for @devilsroast - Elaine ) 

Steffi was not having a good morning. After being awoken by a goat that actually hadn’t been a goat and subsequently realizing that she was in the wrong body herself, it didn’t take long for her to connect the dots and realize she needed to protect her own body, and fast. After a quick call to her own phone where she’d instructed her body’s current inhabitant not to go outside or near any source of sunlight, told her to keep Lark’s body away from the sun as well, and provided instructions on how to get to and open the basement door that led into Traceless’s tunnels, she made her way over to her own basement door and rang the bell, then sent a text to her own phone for good measure. This whole situation was weird, and she didn’t appreciate needing to be let into her own home.

[runnlngwlththcwolvcs]

SAPPHIRE was definitely surprised when she’d woken up and she wasn’t under the water, being that had been where she’d woken up nearly every day for the past 25 years. it took a few seconds for the mermaid to realize that she was outside of her comfort zone, but as soon as the reality set in, she felt herself begin to panic. quickly, she sat up and frantically looked around at her surroundings. she was in a strange, cold, dark place that she didn’t recognize. it almost reminded her of the underwater caves she liked to explore -- of course, without the water part. 

EVEN more confused now, sapphire took a minute to do a once over of her body and it was in that moment that she realized the body she was in wasn’t hers. “ okay, i know i don’t always have legs, but these certainly aren’t the ones i have when i do have them. ” she muttered to what she assumed was just herself. needing to figure out just what was going on, sapphire stood up from where she was and searched this unfamiliar place for anything she could catch a glimpse of her reflection in. finding nothing around, she instead searched for the nearest exit. finding a door, she stepped through it and was quickly hit by the sunshine of the outside world. wandering down the street, sapphire searched for the nearest building. once she’d found it, she quickly turned to face the window and caught sight of a reflection that was most definitely not hers. a loud gasp filled her lungs as she ran her fingers through the hair on top of her head. “ holy shark... ” she muttered in disbelief. turning to face the nearest bystander, sapphire spoke in a quick panic. “ hey, you! are you...you? ”

[atticusofarborea]

closed starter for @ulani-majusaka​

Atticus woke up to the sound of a very annoying alarm.  This was immediately weird, as he didn’t set alarms, and also he didn’t know how to do that on his flip phone.  He opened his eyes to a ceiling that wasn’t Elaine’s and looked over at a phone that wasn’t his.  It was 8:00am.  Practically the middle of the night.  Was he at Adrian’s? Anywhere else he remembered being at the night before?  No.  This place was new.  Atticus rubbed his eyes in case he wasn’t seeing things correctly, and felt eyelids that were different.  He looked down on hands that weren’t his.  He jumped out of bed and searched the house for the bathroom, and when he found it, he stared into the reflection that wasn’t his.   He couldn’t figure out this woman’s password, or how to navigate her phone other than to finally turn off the alarm.  Atticus searched for other clues around her apartment as to who she was, maybe where she worked.  He found a badge on the counter and a lab coat hanging up, and surmised she must be at the police station doing...science?  That didn’t make sense, but it wasn’t him doing the science cop work.  At least, he hoped not.  Atticus skipped the lab coat but grabbed the badge and headed down to the police station.  Maybe this person would be there and he could get some answers. Walking into the station, he was overwhelmed.  Multiple people all running around in a frenzy, and only one person that practically stress-yelled that he should be down at the lab.  Should he?  Okay, so she was a science cop.  Maybe he should have brought the coat.  Atticus followed signs down and arrived at the morgue doorway, gingerly opening the heavy door.  He saw an empty room, save for a large man in the corner.  “Oh, sorry,” he used his unfamiliar higher pitched voice, and felt a chill run up his spine as the man turned to him with eyes that looked through him, then faded out of existence.  "What the fuck,” Atticus said aloud.  Weirder still, he heard the unmistakable sound of hooves--his hooves, by the trained sound of it, running down the hall.  And then, his bleat.  He whipped around and opened the door to see a goat.  Him as a goat.  “What? Who are you?”

[wishuponanoutcast]

Allie wasn’t leaving the cafe today, that was sure. She was going to be keeping an eye on her body. Only briefly had she left Mike alone with... herself? She had ran to the bookshops and grabbed some spell tomes and grimoires that she thought might have some information in them, to help them get through whatever was going on. In front of her, she had written a sign on a piece of paper, directing them to the blonde behind the bar, hoping it would keep people away.

I AM NOT MIKE. MIKE IS IN THE BODY OF ALLEGRA BEFHIND THE COUNTER. I CANNOT MAKE YOUR DRINK FOR YOU.

@tracelessrp​

[magiclessdavid]

closed starter for @mikethompson​

David was finding that suddenly being a vampire sucked a whole lot more than suddenly being a woman.  After finally finding the entrance to the tunnels he’d heard so much about growing up, he ran down various dark hallways, led only by the intermittent signs placed here and there and definitely not in an orderly way.  Finally, about twenty minutes late for his shift, David arrived at the inside of somewhere familiar for the first time all day.  The café.  And another familiar sight: his sister!  “Hey, Allie! It’s me, David.”  He moved to the back of the counter.  “I know it’s really confusing, but I can answer anything you want to prove it...wait, what are you doing behind the counter?  Were you looking for me?  And also, have you seen Mike?”

[tracelessrp]

Traceless Event: Update

The body swap was met with varied responses. Some of the notable personages (NPCs, for reference) of the village took action immediately.

NPC Actions on July 10:

The Council Human Liaison Marnie Jeong (in Tiffany’s body) and her brother, Fire Captain Andy Jeong (in Mort’s body), were the first to take immediate action. They roped in an enthusiastic Council Werewolf Liaison Mort Donald  (in Andy’s body) and an unenthusiastic Police Chief Sam Hersch (in Paul’s body) after some persuasion from Carla (in Franz's body). While Sam worked out the administrative logistics of the swap, Andy led an impromptu task force of Mort and anyone who the two could get a hold of to re-establish the Village’s emergency phone tree since everybody had the wrong phones.

Council Merfolk Liaison Al closed his general store for the day, and worked closely with his swap Traceless Cafe Owner Griselda Martens to keep the café running. Griselda loudly told anybody who would listen that she woke up in a bathtub.

From 8:54 AM to 11:23 AM Traceless time, only the door leading from the café into the town was functional - all other doors from Traceless to other parts of the world were temporarily closed as TPC trained those in their body to be able to perform critical watcher duties. 

 From 11:24 AM to 11:56 PM Traceless time the doors leading to other locations were re-opened, but remained “closed” to humans who would normally be unaware to the point of being under a fog. Watchers and those swapped with them practiced their abilities by only allowing in supernatural being and humans aware of Traceless. Intermittently, doors to various locations were shuttered entirely as those swapped with TPC witches worked on maintaining the enchantments around Traceless. Paul (in Sam’s body) and Carla (in Franz’s body) taught many of those swapped with TPC witches like Franz (in Carla’s body).

Council Fae Liaison Laurel and Council Witch Liaison Ella (whom were swapped with one another) were delayed in the call to action. This was due to Ella’s well-known reluctance to owning a phone of any kind. This argument was freely known to anybody that passed the Village Square between 9:43 and 10:29 AM. After Laurel calmed down and Ella agreed to borrow a burner phone, they got to work. Laurel went to the café to help reopen the doors, and Ella collaborated with Tiffany (in Marnie’s body) to try to locate Ethan. 

Ethan has not been able to be contacted yet.

Mags does not appear to be in town this Saturday.

Implications for Characters

The door leading to different parts of the world is closed for about 2 and a half hours in the mid to late morning. Traceless Café is closed for most of Saturday, July 10th to humans who would typically enter under a fog.

 Characters (and swapped bodies of those characters) that work for the government, law enforcement or the fire department could be contacted at some point throughout the day by Andy, Mort, or a generic police officer. 

Griselda and Al traded phones, so employees of the café or those that want to speak to Griselda will hear Al’s voice without the Italian accent. 

If you would like to ask the NPCs questions or interact with them, you may inquire at the new Traceless Bulletins blog. NPCs are available to answer asks.

Please like this post once you have read its contents - especially the implications for characters - and don’t hesitate to reach out with any questions!

[mikethompson-traceless]

( Closed starter for @wishuponanoutcast​ - Allie )

Mike awoke to the sound of an alarm ringing - which was pretty weird, considering he hadn’t set an alarm. That didn’t immediately register with him though; his main concern was making the noise stop. When he did though, he caught sight of the time - 7am. Crap, he was late to work. He jumped out of bed, realizing two things as he did so: this wasn’t the bed he’d fallen asleep in, and this definitely wasn’t how his body normally felt. He looked down. This definitely wasn’t how his body looked, either. If he wasn’t so intimately familiar with what it felt like to be asleep, he’d assume he was having a dream that had somehow escaped his control - but no, he was definitely awake. He looked around confusedly, taking in the surroundings of this new environment. When he caught sight of his reflection, he froze when he realized it was Allie looking back at him. “What the -” he cut off there, startled by hearing Allie’s voice.

He really had no idea what was happening or how to fix it, but he did know how to fix the fact that he was missing work right now, so he figured that was where he would start. After haphazardly getting dressed in the clothes that reminded him most of what he would normally wear to work, he grabbed Allie’s phone - it seemed like a good thing to have on hand - and shoved it in his pocket. Or rather, he tried to shove it into his pocket, then heaved a frustrated sigh when it didn’t fit properly. Why were pockets in women’s clothes so tiny? Oh well, he could just carry the thing and then leave it in the break area at work. He rummaged around until he found a paper and pen, then scrawled out a note. 

Gone to work at the café! Meet me there if you have my body - Mike

There, that should do it. After some more rummaging around for keys (thankfully those did fit in his pocket), he headed out, taping the note to the front door. Did he feel bad about locking Allie out of her own house, if she happened to stop by? Absolutely, but all things considered it was probably best not to just leave the place unlocked. He headed over to the café and got to work, falling into his usual rhythm fairly easily despite being in the wrong body - maybe shifting into a massive wolf every month had gotten him used to occupying different shapes? Whatever the reason for his relative comfort though, it didn’t stop him from nearly jumping out of his (Allie’s?) skin when he caught sight of himself opening the door to head on in. “Uh... hey,” he said, eyes wide. “Allie? Or is that someone else in there?”

[devilsroast]

Letters From The Sky

What: Elaine finds a letter on her doorstep and discovers she somehow she can’t talk about it.  Where: Elaine’s House When:  August 8, 2021 Who: Atticus mentioned, Aurora, The Letter Writer

     Elaine could not easily put into words how happy she was to be back in her own body and in her own skin. To be able to shift into her panda form, to form a vine and be in the sun... she wouldn’t ever let anyone take this from her again. She had spent every moment either working or doing research into the switch to make sure it never happened again. The strawberry blonde had fallen asleep on the sofa in the midst of research. 

      Papers were littered around her, most with little notes scribbled in the corners, highlighters were in a small pile on the edge of the table. A pen, that had fallen out of her mouth in the midst of sleep left a tiny stain of ink on the carpet. She was lying on her belly, arm draped over the side and brushing the floor, face half off the edge -- and when her green eyes fluttered open and landed on the stain.... she groaned. Of course there was a stain she’d have to take care of now. Letting out a groan Elaine rolled over and looked up to the ceiling. 

     Dappled light was dancing across the ceiling as birds sang their morning songs. She let out a small sigh, debating on just letting herself fall back to sleep. There was no reason to get up right now was there? 

     Elaine laid there for a few minutes letting the sounds of the birds stir her brain awake. She was, for the first time in weeks, not thinking about the switch, and instead just enjoying her life. Or.... she would have been if she hadn’t heard the birds go quiet for a couple of moments. Now normally she’d assume that just meant a cat or someone walked by and startled the birds to silence, but after what happened with the switch....Well, she just couldn’t be too sure. 

  A few more seconds passed before she rolled herself off the sofa and stood. Letting her body stretch out all the tightness it had gained from sleeping on the sofa for the night, she let out a little groan and sighed. Gliding over to the window she peeked out. All around her yard were flowers and beautiful plants. She lived in a little cottage surrounded by forest, beautiful flowers and a small pond. It was like nature ran right up to her door and were banging on it wanting in. 

     Seeing nothing strange outside the house she furrowed her brow and moved to the door popping it open. Green eyes darted over the surroundings and she frowned. Nothing strange, why were the animals silent? She thought. The birds knew her, they liked her. Hell she had become friends with the crows, they brought her presents! They never went silent when she was around -- and that’s when she saw it. 

The letter at her feet. 

A little white envelope. 

     Elaine bent down and picked up the letter then shut the door and walked to the kitchen. Her name was typed across the front. She slid her finger under the flap and popped it open as she flicked on her coffee machine

     She snorted a laugh at the request, stop investigations? Like hell. This was a mystery she needed an answer to, a story that needed an ending and she would be damned if she didn’t help figure out the ending. 

“How would you know what’s in my best interests?”  Elaine muttered as she leaned on the countertop next to her coffee machine and kept reading.

     Elaine read, then re read, then re-re-re read that second paragraph. Somehow this paper had been enchanted for them to communicate. It reminded her of Tom Riddle’s Diary. She just hoped the person she was writing to wasn’t as evil as Tom Riddle had been. She had to think of proper questions to ask, to write small so she had space for more questions. As she started to think up questions her coffee dinged being done she picked up the cup and blew on the top trying to cool it down just a bit as she continued to read.

     Messages. This person assumed that she would be writing, that they would communicate. Despite them saying they will reply their discretion, that they might not write another letter... messages. Plural. They were at least thinking about talking more. But the threat? Was it a threat? They said it wasn’t, but also that it was. She furrowed her brow and let out a long huff. 

“Won’t be able to?” She laughed, “Try and stop me.” she said taking a swig of her coffee then yelling out for her brother. When he didn’t answer she rolled her eyes and fetched her phone from the sofa and dialed up Aurora. Her companion on this journey to figure out how the switch worked. 

“Good morning, Elaine.” Aurora said sounding already wide awake and moving.

“Mornin’ Rora.”

“What can I do for you this lovely morning?”

“I was calling for two reasons, one, are we still on for lunch today to look over some more of the papers? And two -- ” It felt like words were failing her, it felt like someone was reaching into her mouth and pulling the words from her before she could give them life.  

“Yes of course, I had no plans on standing you up on our meeting -- but what’s two?” 

“I -” another huff, broken and hurt sounding escaped her lips.

“Elaine, are you okay?”

“Yeah... yeah, I’m fine. I --”  A choked noise broke through her words and she frowned, her hand moving to her throat. “I’ll be fine. I’ll talk to you about it at lunch. I need to go though, see you at the cafe.”

“....Right. Okay. See you in a couple hours.” 

Click.

The fuck. 

[definitelychloe]

@zelrosi​

Chloe was still adjusting to the consequences of the body swap, which had necessitated a serious modification in her schedule. She had needed to take time off work and beg one of her cousins to help with onsite work because of the whole vampires-and-daylight-not-mixing thing. Not used to having this much free time to herself, she decided to pop over and visit one of her friends.

Well, the shop appeared to be open, which was a relief. “Uhm, it’s me! Chloe. I’m having a lot of trouble keeping track of who’s who right now, so I’ve been announcing who I am each time I speak to someone else,” Chloe said as she entered, tentative smile on her face and hands clasped in front of her. The hands did not say still in that position for very long, as she was even more fidgety than usual. Really, Chloe was just glad to see a friend, and was relieved that at least one person did not have to go through this confusing situation. “So, uhm, hi! How have you been holding up. I, uh, brought you some breads if you want them.” She wasn’t personally sure if her baking had turned out properly or was even tasty without her usual magic, but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with them per say. Chloe just tended to show how much she cared about other people with food, and that wouldn’t stop just because she couldn’t eat without weird vampiric side effects.

[nighttcrrors]

( open starter with Briar during body swap)

Where the hell was she? One moment she was sleeping in her cushy bed, surrounded by the blanket that felt like a cloud and the next she was waking up in a secluded part of the woods. Was this some sort of sick joke that Luca was playing on her? As she stumbled out from where she had been sleeping (was that a tarp? This had bad horror movie vibes written all over it), Briar made her way towards the first spot of water she could find. Yep, she was going to kill Luca for this when she found him. What kind of practical joke was this? Was Atticus involved? He was supposed to be her partner in crime, not his. When she finally reached the water and moved down to splash some of the flowing liquid on her face, Briar was struck by the face staring back at her. This was not the human form she typically put on. Officially freaked out, Briar made her way from the stream and started fumbling her way through town to find the first sign of civilization she could.