the one where makima pops bocchi the rock

[overlies]

Who: makima & co! that could be you!
What: a few closed prompts for housemates and random open prompts for any wanted run-ins! also open to plotting and wildcards!
When: post mob's explosion, throughout the rest of march + april
Where: the dog house (you can't tell me that's not what house makima is called), the entertainment feed, other locations to be determined!

Content Warnings: psychological & emotional manipulation, devil contracts, gaslighting, victim blaming, body swapping, zombie dogs, violence, more tba if/as they come.

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BODY SWAPS (OPEN)

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AS TREVOR BELMONT

[ fast forward: you see trevor belmont in fancy shops, but . . . he has posture. each step through a door has him . . . even more different! civilized, even! his hair is hydrated and tied back into a neat little miniature pony tail. he’s cleanly shaven. he’s currently shopping for a new wardrobe with his eyes nearly popping out of his sockets with this strange as hell stare and smile. it doesn’t come off his face. he’s looking at every face that walks by him in fact, perhaps for too long to the point that it becomes awkward. makima knows it’s impolite and uncomfortable to stare, but it’s the first time in her life that she could actually tell the difference between people. she’s enthralled. marveled! they have shapes! and details! they’re all so different. it’s not the smell. she could barely sniff anything as strongly as she used to.

that is to say, anyone that comes up to “trevor” won’t be recognized (because she’s never seen your faces to begin with), but instead, will be greeted with a polite, confident: ]

Hello. Did I bother you?

AS HE XUAN

[ all she had to do was . . . think about a better body, and the disguise unravels. the hips, the curves, bust— just right. she didn’t entirely mind a male body, but if she could choose, she’d definitely go with what she identifies with from the get-go.

now, “he xuan” (or “ming yi” girl flavor) walks around to the wide eyed, marveled tune to makima’s consciousness. if there’s nothing they could do for twenty-four hours, they might as well make do with it. after all, secretly . . . makima quite enjoyed not being makima for a day.

actually? she is quite hungry. cr (from either makima or xuan) will get a message on their omni that asks: ]

Would you be available for a dinner date?

trevor

[fogsong]

Did I bother you? [ sharon repeats the words back to 'him', her brows pinched together tightly as she takes a step back to look 'trevor' over. he looks polished. hair brushed. no lingering scent of sweat and the liquor from the night before. he's even dressed well.

she's pulling out her omni to take a photo. fuck you, alucard, she wins. ] I have been trying to get you to do something about [ she gestures to 'him' ] all of this for months! [ she narrows her gaze at 'him' ] Is it a girl? Are you trying to impress someone?

[overlies]

[ trevor actually smells like . . . *gasp*— soap and hydrating scented oils—?! there’s not a single strand of hair out of line!

in the mean time, makima keeps her posture and smile in this burly man’s body, and wonders who it is she’s talking to. a blond woman. did she know any blond women?

she is looking quite intently at her face, and she seems to look wander across every little detail. eyes go to lips that go to nose that go to ears that go to eyes— ]

You could say it’s a woman. [ but not to impress! ] I decided it was time for a change.

[fogsong]

[ it's the intensity of his gaze that makes sharon feel more perceived than she likes. she doesn't shy from it, though, and stares him down in turn, eyebrows drawn up in a look that screams what before her expression settles. you're making her uncomfy, thanks. ]

...Is this because I promised I'd pay for your booze if we beat Alucard? Gotta say, it's about fucking time. We might be a little late, honestly. [ A small grumble. Mm. ] Did you have help?

[ there is no way he did this on his own. does he even know what oils are??? ]

[overlies]

I had intimate help.

[ but what’s this about drinks? makima likes drinks. she likes this already. this body will definitely not be as tolerant of how much makima’s true body could take (an unreasonable, impossible amount for a human being), but it could be a fun game to guess with. ]

If you could keep up with my drinks, I’ll tell you how.

[fogsong]

[ her brows shoot up beneath her frizzy bangs. intimate help. she flushes lightly. oh, wow. she knew he was a bit of a playboy but. okay. ]

Keep up...? [ she laughs at the idea. he's so much meatier than she is! sharon knows how drinking works! ] I'm not an idiot! You would drink me under the table.

[ but it kind of sounds like fun so: ] The only way I'll drink against you is you drink two to every one of mine. [ that seems fair to her! ]

forgive my lack of icon swap, i’m on mobile! ❤️

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[ hmmmmm goes trevor—! ]

—Alright.

But first, [ don’t worry, it’s very quick. “trevor” holds up a coat she’s had her eyes on since second one in this store. ] a new purchase.

[ it’s beautiful, deep red leather and embroidered with black trimmings. it’s so fancy pants. ]

not forgiven!! (☞◣д◢)☞ (i jest ilu gimme your mobile tags)

[fogsong]

I never thought you'd go for something so fancy but... [ she nods approvingly ] It'll look good on you. I bet Alucard will be impressed.

❤️!!!!

[overlies]

[ alucard ????? ??

?????

not that “trevor” really changes his weird . . . fixed smile?? he finally blinks after what seems like an awkward amount of time, but (s)he’s pleasantly surprised! ]

Would you like to choose my slacks?

[fogsong]

You really wanna trust me with that? [ already, she's looking for a pair of pants. ] I could pick something garish. [ she's thinking neon green. with tassels. bell bottoms.

but she's fingering a pair of dark, tight pants with a velvet brocade, black on black. she holds them up for him. ] What about these?

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[ hm! he goes with a smile. which just really translated as please don't 🙂 she is a dapper, elegant being. but trevor brings his attention on over to the true choice, scratching his chin and humming as he inspects everything.

basically, trevor knows how to fashion. ]

Hmm. [ he puts them over the legs, then concludes: ] This might belt my waistline just enough to be acceptable . . . Just a moment.

[ trying them on is a breeze. trevor returns to show off with a catwalk with the most feminine sway! turn! pose strike! ]

Is my bottom too defined?

[fogsong]

[ all those instinctive alarm bells she'd been willing to silence for the sake of that bet return, louder than ever. trevor surely can't catwalk. and those poses.

at the question, she finally frowns. ]

All right, the gig's up. [ the words are blunt as she steps closer, almost as if to corner him. ] I'm willing to believe a lot of weirdness when it comes to Trevor but this is a step too much now. Who the fuck are you?

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[ oh . . . half-busted! she supposed she wasn’t making an effort to hide herself, anyway. and even with sharon’s demeanor swiftly changing to the defensive, it seems the imposter doesn’t feel the least sort of threatened in the slightest.

the man simply keeps his hands held loosely behind his back, his posture high, and his gaze direct— and not without a smile that does not slack. ]

We have a deal for that. Remember?

[ she’s a demon. and she’s quite harsh when it comes to the rules of any sort of deal! gonna have to drink yourself into a coma for an answer!! sharon!!! ]

[fogsong]

[ the way he stands reminds her of someone. even the way he smiles. how did she fucking miss this? alucard was right: something was wrong. ]

I feel like that deal was made under false pretenses. [ she grumbles. sure, it was an assumption on her own part but... still! ]

[overlies]

I never make faux deals.

[ wink .......???? ]

It's almost Happy Hour. Why don't we get going?

[fogsong]

[ she makes a frustrated noise in the back of her throat. whatever. she'll just have to win then. ]

Yeah, sure. [ it's clear she's no longer looking forward to this. ] So, what should I call you then? Because I'm not calling you Trevor.

[overlies]

[ hmm. this only takes a moment, but she comes with something easily enough: ]

Damaris. Mari for short.

[ it’s not random. ]

[fogsong]

Mari, huh? [ she lets mari take the lead, figuring she has a better idea of what bar she wants to visit. ] Sharon Da Silva. Why bother pretending to be Trevor?