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extremely confused video; backdated to late morning on the 24th

[AHH! A DRAGON! No, wait, everyone knows this one. False alarm.

Though judging by his fumbling with the console, as if he's not quite sure how to use his talons, something's not quite right. Oh dear.

The voice is Temeraire's when he speaks, of course, but it's curiously calm and level as it carefully avoids asking his question.

He's pretty sure he could break something if he got upset. Thus, he will not get upset. Nope. He's fine.]

It would seem that I have, through the magic that has gone awry, gained a new body, and one that is as strange to me as the sea is to the stars. It would be good to speak with the one who should properly be occupying this form.

[Especially since hopefully the dragon is in his. He hopes he's all right.]

Do not be alarmed- I have been careful since realizing the event that has transpired. It would be beneficial, however, to know the needs of this form and how I might care for it- as I said, it is utterly unfamiliar to me.

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[Temeraire, for his part, has spent the bulk of the morning in something approaching sensory overload. It is like all the old legends, he thinks with no small amount of wonder, except he certainly does not recall stealing anything from any other dragon's hoard, and if he did, he would certainly not have eaten it. And of course he certainly does not look anything like he thought he might, as a human, but surely that is of little consequence?

It is some time before he thinks to stumble, still happily naked, to the console. It is some time more before he gets his clumsy fingers to cooperate long enough to turn it on and--is that--?

He barely has enough presence of mind to listen to the message first, and by then some things have been cleared up--the switching, the other confused messages on the network--but even so--]

Why, you have got my body!

[Even the words come out strangely, formed as they are by unfamiliar vocal cords. Temeraire pauses at the feeling, hands coming up to touch his throat, mouth opening and closing in a decidedly undignified fashion.]

And you have mine. [He watches the dragon- whatever his name might be- try to adjust to speaking. It's strange to watch someone else in his body, moving nothing like the way he know he moves.

The nakedness doesn't really bother him. After all, he is accustomed to his body and elves aren't extremely body-shy.]

I hope you are not finding it... [Wow. What can he really say about this? He has no idea. An elf at a loss for words, Kellen would find this hilarious.] I can only imagine that it is as strange for you as it is for me.

Oh, yes, it is very strange--everything is so much larger, for one, and you are even softer than I thought you might be, and the balance is very odd, without a tail: how do you stay upright, without a tail?

[He has gone from running his hands over his throat to playing with his newfound hair, now, the beginnings of a smile still hovering around the edges of his lips. Of course he should very much like to have been asked, first, before the switch, but there is something very exciting about the situation, all the same.]

My name, by the by, is Temeraire: you might find some people calling you that.

I think it simply takes practice, and growing used to the balance. I fear that I do not remember how I learned now- it was a long time ago.

[Watching Temeraire adjust to his body is strangely charming. And strangely unsettling. But Temeraire seems to be of such a good nature that he can't find it too disturbing, and only hopes that he continues to find it so interesting.]

My name is Jermayan. You will likely find fewer people who know it, but it is appropriate that you do.

[He pauses.]

It would be very interesting to know if there is anything one must do to fly.

Oh, I am certain I will adjust: the change is not a bad one, I think, only very different. In any case, it is very nice to meet you, Mr Jermayan, and it is very unfortunate I could not have met you before this accident. Pray tell me if there is anything I ought to do, to keep your body--healthy?

[Oh--flight, of course, it is only fair. All the same, Temeraire's eyes slide a little worriedly to the tapestries and pots dotted around the background of the screen.]

Well--one should be outside, to begin with.

Beyond eating and sleeping- there is appropriate food in the cold-box and the cupboards- which I suppose that dragons also do, I think it would be best to be careful. Your body seems much sturdier than mine, though mine is not weak for an elf.

[He doesn't miss where Temeraire's eyes travel and he hastens to reassure him.]

I had no thought of trying it inside. I would hate to damage any of these beautiful things.

Wow, I... head about some people switching bodies but I didn't know the spell could turn people into actual dragons.

Since I woke up in a house designed for the dragon and showing signs that it has been lived in, I think it is another case of bodies having been switched.

[And wow, he is in someone else's house without being invited. That's so rude it makes him uncomfortable.]

And thus, I am a dragon.

Well, that makes more sense I guess... it's kind of cool actually, I've only been stuck with my own body from when I was younger.

Have you tried to fly?

Which would still be a strange predicament. I hope that it has been an easy change.

No, I have not ventured outside and I hesitate to spread these wings in here and risk any damage. These things are not mine to ruin.

But you're missing a hell of a chance! [He wishes he could be open about how good flying feels, and how it was his favorite power and the one he missed the most when he lost them but ah, being turned into a teenager means he can't really reply to posts as Superman.]

Maybe try on the mountains, or on the turtle's head? You wouldn't destroy anything or harm anyone that way.

I don't intend to waste a chance to fly. [He never really wondered about what it would be like to be an elven mage of old, flying on the back of a dragon, but now that he's in the body of a dragon he isn't foolish enough to keep all his feet on the ground.]

I wanted to speak with the rightful owner of this body before I made the attempt.

Oh. [A pause and then a laugh, he should have guessed most people would actually take the chance to fly. He'd only had his age reversed but if he had had his body swapped he would have also wanted to talk to the rightful owner before doing anything rash.] Yeah, of course.

...I bet it won't be hard to find whoever the body belongs to, though. I mean... you're currently a dragon.

Teme....oh, man.

[YOU ARE A DRAGON HE REMEMBERS but not actually a dragon he remembers oh dear.]

Um. I think he mentioned something about eating fish?

Fish does sound appealing. Thank you.

[now he has to figure out where it is, of course. Without breaking anything in the house by being clumsy...]

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