towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Eikichi(?) (no it's Marty bodyswapped), open
Setting: Workshop, 38 Lounge, Hologram floor, anywhere, anytime during the bodyswap: A catch all
Format: either/or
Summary: Marty has no clue how to deal with this, dammit.
Warnings: He's hearing voices. Also replies coming from <user name=personadriver>

Marty had been in really sticky situations before. Hell, he was a <em>time traveler</em>, and managed to screw up the timeline a few times all by himself. Of course, he'd fixed it, but...

That was nothing compared to being in someone else's body, hearing a strange voice in his head.

There was looking for Doc, of course, to help him focus, but that didn't last long...

Workshop--

"Doc?" He called out, stepping out on to the floor, checking behind some of the equipment. If he wasn't here, Marty was kind of a loss to figure out where else he could be.

Sighing, he leaned against one of the work tables to rest a bit before heading back out. Even if Doc didn't need to eat, he might be at the cafeteria anyway, or any of the floors between. The thought just made him grimace, not really wanting to look that much. Why couldn't the Tower just leave him alone already? Wasn't it enough his whole family was gone?

Hologram Room ---

This floor... he hadn't meant to stop there, much less step off the staircase, but he did. Wandering out into it a bit, he stared at the images it displayed, watching as world after world was destroyed.

One of those worlds had been his...

Marty sat down on the floor, watching. He had no idea how much time was passing.

Anywhere Else ---

A familiar face- or not so familiar - might be wandering around the Tower, out on tasks, eating lunch, or just generally spending time at the Media Floor or on one of the other safer floors. What's strange is that he may be mumbling to himself from time to time, like he's having a conversation. He would definitely have to ask Eikichi about that sometime...

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Jumping, Marty whirled around to face Sertoria. "Goddamit, D- Sertoria. I didn't see you." Even so, he recovered quickly, but not before a small coughing spell of his own. Clearing his throat, he went on. "That's great. Where'd you find him? Is he ok?"

"I apparently blend in quite well here," Sertoria remarked with a light laugh. Still, she straightened herself up and nodded at his questions.

"He came in here not too long ago, actually! And, yes, he is fine - a little disoriented from waking up in my body, but he is okay."

Relief plastered itself over Marty's borrowed face. "That's good... that's great, actually. I was getting kinda worried about him, you know, sometimes he can flip out a bit...."

A bit? That was being generous, but she knew that Doc was a good person deep down.

"I...have experienced this sort of behavior first hand. As long as he remembers to keep himself relatively calm, things should be okay while we work on a way to return to our normal bodies."

"How's that going?" Marty was worried about that, or if they could even fix this after that Jason admitted it was his work. In his experience, there wasn't much they could do.