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Guud dey stoodents und a heppy Freedey tu yuoo!

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Sluppy Jues

-Vegetereeun Lesunga

-Brucullee und Cheese-a

-Ceke-a

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"Not exactly feeling myself today," Cally shrugs. "Literally."

"How literally?" Walter asks, remembering hearing a bit about body switching not that long ago. "You are not someone else are you? Because you look an awful lot like Anders."

"I do. But I'm Cally," she says. "Dunno how it happened."

"And I'm not used to looking at myself," Anders piped up. "That would actually be Cally you're looking at."

"You are Cally," Walter pointed to Cally!Anders. "And you are Anders?" He said, pointing to Anders!Bridge. "Is Bridge Cally, or is there a fourth person caught in this? And this is definitely going to make the dance interesting tonight if you come."

Yep, he's been at Fandom long enough to believe it and be wondering about the dance instead of checking everyone's temperature and psychoactive prescriptions.

"Just the three of us, and... I think the dance is kinda not gonna happen, for us. People might get the wrong idea." Cally pokes at her broccoli and cheese with her fork. "Assuming, like, this isn't permanent. Which is a thought that I refuse to entertain."

"I do not blame you. Not that there is anything wrong with Anders' body, I am sure. I assume you would just prefer to appreciate his body from inside your own." He shook his head and began to work on his cake.

"You have no idea how this could have happened?"

"Well, thinking about it? It miiiight have something to do with the weird light that came out of the motor scooter last night. Maybe. Or, maybe this is some weird reoccurance of whatever had Bel and Angel swapping." Cally shrugs. "I have no idea."

"Good luck getting it worked out," Walter said as he finished his lunch. "If there is anything at all I can do to help you, please let me know. Anything. As close as I am to Victor, I can not imagine wanting to be in his body the way you are with Anders. I will be happy to help."

"Thanks," Cally says, brightening up a bit. "I figure it'll all work out okay. There's no way this can be permanent with all the special people around who can help."

Kara walks into the cafeteria and right into Samuel on her way to pick up some lunch before art. "Watch yourself," Kara says, reaching out a hand to steady herself on his hip.

"Eep," Cally says, reaching out to grab Kara to make sure she doesn't fall over. "Sorry about that. You, um... okay?"

Eep? Kara gives Samuel a funny look. "Nothing broken," she says, running her free hand down her body.

"Oh, good." Cally scratches the back of her neck. "So you doing alright? I've not seen you in a while. You're looking good."

Kara gives him a bright smile and smacks his hip. "Well, thanks Samuel, you're not looking so shabby yourself."

Cally's eyes bug a little. "Yeah, erm, about that, you know..." Cally then glances over to see Anders not actually paying close attention, so she decides to see how far she can ride this out. "You know, not to, like, be an ass or anything, but you up for maybe passin' the Pyramid ball around a bit after lunch? Get all hot and sweaty and stuff?"

"I have a double peroid of Art coming up, but after that, sure," she says. "It's been awhile."

"And then, we could make out? Yes?" Cally's not even pushing the envelope. She's tearing it to pieces, throwing them in a fire, then dancing on the ashes.

Kara freezes in place and boggles at Anders for a moment. "What the frak is wrong with you?" she whispers at him.

"Yes!" Cally says, and does a little dance for a second. "Sorry, I just had to make sure that was, in fact, totally over. Hi. I'm Cally."

Kara goes wide-eyed and takes a step back. "The frakked up thing is that I believe it."

"We don't know what happened? But, yeah. I'm Cally," she waves over at Anders in Bridge's body, "that's Anders, and Bridge looks like me. Erm, like Cally, yes."

"Right, anyway, I gotta get to Art," she says. "Have.. umm.. fun."

"Bye," Cally says with a little wave. "Sorry about being all tricky."

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