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[The screen comes to life to blurry colors and quick motions, a glimpse at Gale Reinhardt staggering here, a glimpse at his apartment there, then there's a crash of a body hitting the floor.

A voice, Gale's, can be heard barking.]

Kriffing heels! See if I ever come to Nova again...

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[Over the course of the day you can find "Gale Reinhardt" at home, speaking to a local sculptor ordering a life-sized statue of a Hutt to be sculpted and delivered as soon as possible.

Visiting his bars, he is making a nuisance of himself by quizzing people on everything from obscure details of bookkeeping to insisting on a complete overhaul of security protocols. He is also strangely insistent on all drinks being pink.]

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*At the moment, Faye is at work at the casino, but it's early so it's quiet and why not play around on her phone? When she sees Gale's video, though, she is less than impressed*

Gale! What in the hell? Are you drunk already? Or are you still pissed from last night?

...dirty stop out...

[ Oh great, it's... Someone he is supposed to know better than he actually knows her. Hello again vicious bounty hunter lady. Good thing he's not making a real effort to keep up his cover, or he would be in big trouble now.

He just shoots her an irritable glare, as if he weren't in another body. ]

I'm not drunk and I haven't been drunk! These boots are going to get me killed!

*Nope, Faye just figures this is Grumpy Gale being an ass - business as usual*

Haven't been drunk? Are you hearing yourself?

*Faye rolls her eyes, full of impatience and yet, for Gale, she does try some kind of patience*

Sweetie, you always wear those boots. Maybe take them off before you break your neck. Seriously, what have you been taking?

A dose of reality? Love for sensible footwear?

[ That she couldn't tell the difference is probably what will be most horrifying to Gale and Cassian both. ]

Trust me, I'm done with the boots. I'm not actually planning to break my neck. Why did I think they're a good idea?

Because they 'make your calves looks great'? Or whatever the hell it is.

*Now you're getting a real heavy duty eye roll*

Just take them off and quit being such a drama queen.

They don't. They look ridiculous. And I'm not being melodramatic, just annoyed.

[ Yeah, so maybe he is being melodramatic, for good reasons! He feels so justified. ]

Anything else about this wardrobe I should expect to kill me?

*This is all too strange. Faye sits up a bit more and frowns as he continues*

Gale... Has something happened to you?

No.

[ It's out before he can stop himself, and remember he's not actually trying to keep the switch secret. ]

Yes. You could say that.

So?

*She waves a hand impatiently*

Out with it, then! What's wrong with you?

[ He shoots her a frown in return. ]

Don't you notice something amiss about me? Beyond the lack of balance?

*Fine. She'll give an even meaner scowl*

Yuh. And that's what I'm asking - what the hell is wrong with you?

[ He gives a snort. ]

You could say I'm not myself today.

*Okay. No. Now Faye is really starting to lose it. What is with all this cryptic shit? Why is he being such an asshole?*

Well, no shit. I can see that. Seriously, Gale. Stop dicking around. What the fuck is wrong with you?

[ Okay... She looks like she's about to come over and kick him in the balls. Better put an end to this. ]

That's the problem, you're not talking to Gale.

*Snap snap. Faye actually snaps her fingers to make him hurry along*

Okay. So. Who are you then? Where is Gale?

I'm Cassian. And I'm assuming Gale is in Attleton, making a nuisance of himself.

Huh? So Gale is trapped in YOUR body?

*Faye chuckles lightly at that*

I wonder what he's getting up to...

*But there are more serious things to think about. She leans in closer to the device*

Tell me...how is his body...?

Don't worry about it. It's in one piece and unharmed except for a few bruises. I'm not so petty as to damage his body on purpose.

*Excuse Faye while she just stare glares at you. The slowly rolls her eyes*

That... That is totally not what I meant.

Oh? And what did you mean?

[ He may have a distinct suspicion, but he sure won't go there first. ]

*Faye flicks her hand back and forth in annoyance, but then jumps straight to the point*

I've seen everything above the belt. Tell me about everything else.

Faye. Honey. Baby. Sweetheart. If you wanted to know about my dick, you could have just asked.

[And here is Not!Cassian chiming in at just the perfect time, just so casually saying that. Part of him is secretly hoping a deputy heard that too, just for extra hilarity.]

[ He has heard it. And is so horrified to hear that coming out of his mouth. If his deputies come across this conversation he will never live it down, out-of-body experience or not. ]

You're not showing my anything to anyone, Reinhardt! And I'm not sharing. You two will have to sort this out among yourselves once our body issue has been resolved.

[ Watch him try to handle this with poise and dignity. Sob. Today in conversations he never thought he'd have... ]

*Despite the soft blush on her cheeks, Faye grins and winks at him*

Gale. Sweetie, I had no idea you were so keen to show it to me...

Now...how does Cassian's body compare, hmm?

All you had to do was ask, babe.

[There's a wink for Faye, but have such a dramatic sassy eyeroll, Cass.]

I said my dick, buddy. Not yours. I mean, sure, yours is technically mine right now, but semantics.

[No deputy will let Cass live it down, which is especially why Gale is hoping Dante is around. He doesn't know about the robo-boyfriend yet. But anyway! Faye!]

He's not bad. I'm way more impressive though. Not that I'm tooting my own horn or anything.

[He also happens to be looking at Cassian's face with a hand mirror. Where did he get that mirror? Don't ask questions.]

[He shoots Faye a betrayed look. What did he do to deserve this. Other than goad her. And of course Gale responds all too happily. ]

Of course you wouldn't, you are far too humble. I think we will leave that comparison to the imagination. This is no contest.

[Not gonna happen. But a man can dream.]

Maybe you can stop admiring my face now, too.

*Faye watched the two of them talk between themselves, really quite amused by what had started*

No contest?

*Oh...now there is an idea*

Why not? I'll be the judge.

*Faye turned to Gale as he looked into the little mirror*

That's quite a pretty face, hmm?

[Gale was sitting in the Attleton Guardian office with his legs up on the desk and an alcoholic drink from Hangar Queen in his hand. He brought a bunch of booze and pizza to the office and he regrets nothing.

But then he catches that video, and he's instantly mad. Who the hell does this guy think he is, trying to embarrass him like that?!]

What the hell are you doing?!

[Hi Cass, have yourself yelling at you.]

Edited 2017-08-04 22:43 (UTC)

[ ...

Ummm...

Okay.

So. This is not weird. Totally not weird. No.

And it being not weird at all is why Cassian stares at his own face for long moments, and marvels so that's what I sound like when I'm pissed. ]

Trying not to die from your kriffing murder boots?!

[ Two can do the yelling game. But it's not as satisfying with the wrong voice. ]

Murder boots? There's nothing wrong with them!

[How dare u. Don't insult his boots like that!]

Is trying to embarrass people a thing you do in your spare time?

Usually it's not, but you are...

[ And that's when it finally registers with him where Gale is. And... ]

What are you doing?!

[ That's a rather high-pitched totally-not-a-shriek there. ]

I'm what, exactly?

[He pauses and raises an eyebrow.]

Making sure your city doesn't implode on itself. And got your deputies lunch.

[He just casually takes a sip of his drink.]

And huh, didn't know my voice could hit that pitch.

You're drinking on duty! And take your feet off the table, if Sparda sees that I'll never get him to stop propping his up! And...

[ Actually, there's nothing wrong with buying the deputies lunch. He sighs, disgruntled. ]

Keep up appearances. But not like that!

I'm not on duty, I'm not the Guardian. I'm just an unofficial stand in.

[He squints, giving Cass a look that pretty much said "excuse me, what?"]

You tell me to keep up appearances when you are over there embarrassing me? Are you shitting me?

I'm not embarrassing you! I've actually been working hard to make improvements in your life. It looks like I should have prioritized your wardrobe instead.

[ Keep going like that and he'll graffiti the rebel Starbird over everything you love, Gale. He's done it before. ]

... improvements? I swear, if you did anything in After Life-

[He stops himself, letting out a sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Chill, Gale. He'll be furious if this guy decided to start messing around with how the club runs, but right now he probably needs to calm down before he does something stupid in Cassian's body. Like get him fired from being a Guardian or something. He starts muttering in what sounds like Russian before glancing back up at the video feed, pulling his legs off the table.]

Okay. Instead of wanting to tear each others' throats out, then obviously we gotta come to a compromise here.

For one, clearly I need to get you back to my place so you can change. [S i g h. Honestly, high heels aren't that bad. Even if Gale wears higher heels than most.] Then you can stop nearly breaking my neck. Not that you'd manage that.

Then we either do one of two things. We continue to be dicks to each other and pretend we're the people we're not, or we do what we're supposed to do everyday and tell the people around us "Hey, I'm stuck in this doofus' body until Genessia gets its shit together, don't mind me."

[He takes another drink.]

I stopped some asshole trying to shank an old lady, by the way. You're welcome.

Edited 2017-08-05 01:22 (UTC)

[ He'd been happy enough to leave it as it is, and simply spend the day passive-aggressively ensuring that Gale's day would be as thoroughly ruined by this magical mishap as his own had been. However, there's some truth to what he's said, he can't deny that.

He heaves a disgruntled sigh. ] You're right. Maybe we should put an end to this game, though I'd still like to keep it quiet in Attleton, just so as not to make people nervous that their law enforcement can be so easily taken out by magic.

But... yes. It can't continue. [ But he'd really rather continue to be petty. Today should have been a good day and it's grossly unfair. ]

I don't exactly intend to go around the city yelling "Hey! Look at me! I'm not your Guardian right now so don't be alarmed!" so everyone knows. Only ones that'll know are your deputies.

[And then it won't be at all surprising that their "boss" bought them pizza and booze. At least he can check out Dante here again.]

Where are you? I'll just... pick you up so you can change out of those heels. [He mutters in Russian again, this time saying "So you can stop humiliating me, you tool."]

By the way, Birdbrain hasn't shown up today. I've seen all your other deps except him.

Don't call him Birdbrain, his name is Mobius. You can't go around insulting my... your deputies. Not out loud, anyway.

[ He sighs again, and nods firmly.]

A chance to change would be appreciated, yes. I could walk around barefoot, but that would arouse even more suspicion than wobbling like drunk.

I suppose this is what we should have done right away.

Gale? Gale! What's happening!?

[Karla loses her usual calm demeanor when she sees "Gale" in such a mood. Is he going crazy like he had warned her about? Does she need to knock him out?]

[ for her troubles, she gets a disgruntled look. ]

Nothing's happening, just an inconvenience!

You okay there?

See, this is why shoes are evil.

I'm okay. Only my pride has been wounded.

What happened, exactly?

I tripped with the high heels these boots have.

[ Such a helpful answer. ]

Why are you wearing those boots then?

That's a long story. I see you figured out the phone.

Mostly I figured out the video button. The letter-thingy is still a bit hard. Typing with claws is difficult, Gale.

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