theresalwayshope | 003} can't no preacher man save my soul [video/spam]

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[When Alan Argent wakes up in the morning...something doesn't feel quite right.

He can't really put his finger on it as he gets up to take a shower. He's a little confused as he strips off his shirt, wondering if he was really that exhausted that he forgot to put on shorts before he went to bed the night before. It's all sort of...fuzzy...

The real problem comes when he gets to his closet...and it's filled with girls' clothes.

He lets himself freak out for...maybe a minute. He frantically searches every hanger, his bureau, even under the bed, but there's nothing he can wear. And he damn sure can't run around the Barge in just a towel.

It takes a while, but he finally finds a pair of gym shorts in an unlabeled box in the back of his closet. There's also a couple of t-shirts in there, and Alan doesn't understand what it's doing there. It's not supposed to be in that back corner, underneath his case of carbon arrow shafts. It's taking up the space where another box should be...

Alan takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He's already lost it once, he can't let himself fall apart again. Besides, he has to find Lydia and make sure she's okay. Maybe this was one of those floods he kept hearing about, but one that just...swapped out all their clothes?...

He slides on the shorts, not bothering with a shirt. It's already weird enough, wearing someone else's clothes. Grabbing his comm, and the sheath with his ring daggers, Alan stalks out of his cabin and into the halls, where anyone can run into him.

First, he'll check on Lydia. Then they can make sure the rest of the pack is okay.]

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Guys? Something weird is going on.

[The male face with a certain familiar bone structure is bouncing a little on the screen. He's not bothering to keep his voice down, and he's clearly walking through the ship's corridors...and he's not even remotely happy.]

I woke up, and all my clothes? Gone. It's like I'm living in a girl's room. I just...this isn't right. So just let me know you're all okay, or I'm gonna come and break your cabin doors down. [The threat is quiet, gentled with a sliver of forced humor, but the concern in his tone is very genuine.]

[Private to Lydia]

Lyds? You okay, babe?

{GENDERSWAPPED ALLISON! XD All of "Alan" Argent's replies will come from

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[He is...so not awake enough for this. Because the guy is talking about Lydia, and he's in Allison's room and he's acting like he knows Stiles and...what? It takes him a moment of staring at the guy to notice how similar his features are to Allison's.

And it dawns on him. This is Allison. Sort of. Except Allison is a guy.

...definitely not awake enough for this.]

Right. Okay. Sneakers. [Flood. That makes sense. He nods, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly. ] Uh, what size sneakers do you wear...?

[He blinks at the comment about Lydia, though and he looks down at his legs, frowning. ]

Hey.

Same size I've always worn, genius. [The remark is sarcastic, but that same blatant fondness is in his tone, and his smile is warm, melting into a deep, rich chuckle that manages to have the same cadence as Allison's merry giggle despite the difference in tone when Stiles looks to his legs and gets huffy.]

Just see if you got anything I can use laying around and bring it over, will you? Lyds claims I can ask the Admiral for stuff, but... [He trails off, sobering a little at the thought, then shrugs.]

I dunno, I'd feel weird about it. Like...getting too deep in debt? I don't want it to affect my deal or anything, you know?

[He's already wondering who else has been affected by this flood and he's so very grateful that he's not one of them this time. It isn't that he hasn't wondered what it's like to be a girl because he's pretty sure every guy has wondered that and vice versa because it's just a normal curiosity -- to wonder what it's like to be something that you aren't. He's wondered what it's like to be a werewolf and a banshee and an emissary and a vampire but it doesn't mean he actually wants to be any of those things. He just wonders. A lot. ]

Yeah, I'll see what I can find. I'll bring some stuff over.

[And it dawns on him that this could be even weirder in a way, because Allison could have realized she'd never been a boy and then there could be all these awkward conversations about things like peeing while standing up and wow, no. Just...no.]

I don't think asking the Admiral for stuff affects our deals. I mean I haven't heard anything about that. [And he recently did ask for inhalers for Scott.]

Yeah, well, you know my life: I end up paying for everything. [He says it with a bleak, matter of fact way that speaks to his dark outlook on life.

He pays for the fact his family hates werewolves. He pays for the fact that Mom didn't get the daughter she wanted. He even seems to pay for the family he's found in the pack by having to watch Stiles slowly stolen from them...

Shaking his head, he forces the darker thoughts aside with a warmer smile as he gave Stiles his attention again.]

Y'know, except with you guys...anyway. Get your ass over here, Batman. When I'm dressed, maybe we can hit the dining hall and grab some food or something?

[And that's apparently something that Alan and Allison have in common. It makes him feel kind of sick to think about just how much Allison has paid. Dues that weren't even her own. And it's so fucking unfair and frustrating. It eats at him constantly. Whittles away at the edges of his mind, Void's voice a distant echo of going to kill all of them, Stiiiiiles.

His next words pull Stiles from his own thoughts and he smiles a little.]

Yeah, I could use some breakfast. I'll be right there.

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