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wondrousplace2019-11-15 10:13 am
oohforeshadowing) wrote in wondrousplace2019-11-15 10:13 am
a heist for Peter
Double Trouble doesn't know why they are what they are.
Others of their species, yes, absolutely - encountered on occasion, scattered in a way that suggests some diaspora from a no-longer-inhabitable planet. But they were the only one to wake up in a tank, a lifetime of memories muddled like a Plutonian Julep, with the gift of sliding into someone else's skin as easily as one zips on a new skirt.
The dramatic arts beckoned, of course, but espionage and theft-for-hire beckoned so much more lucratively. And who says that neither require a character to be inhabited?
The body they're wearing for this particular outing is not dissimilar to their own: boringly human, the hair blue instead of blonde, but similarly slender and adrognyously dressed. It suits the crowd. A gallery opening gala, colorful drinks and delicate nibbles on silver platters, and the see-and-be-seen of a wealthy outpost on the rim of the galaxy.
And a gem, the Etherian Heart, huge and glittering at the centre of the room. A new exhibit, and stupidly, the real thing.
All they have to do is make it to the end of the night. Scope the place out, slip into something more janitorial, and then - off-planet by morning.
Others of their species, yes, absolutely - encountered on occasion, scattered in a way that suggests some diaspora from a no-longer-inhabitable planet. But they were the only one to wake up in a tank, a lifetime of memories muddled like a Plutonian Julep, with the gift of sliding into someone else's skin as easily as one zips on a new skirt.
The dramatic arts beckoned, of course, but espionage and theft-for-hire beckoned so much more lucratively. And who says that neither require a character to be inhabited?
The body they're wearing for this particular outing is not dissimilar to their own: boringly human, the hair blue instead of blonde, but similarly slender and adrognyously dressed. It suits the crowd. A gallery opening gala, colorful drinks and delicate nibbles on silver platters, and the see-and-be-seen of a wealthy outpost on the rim of the galaxy.
And a gem, the Etherian Heart, huge and glittering at the centre of the room. A new exhibit, and stupidly, the real thing.
All they have to do is make it to the end of the night. Scope the place out, slip into something more janitorial, and then - off-planet by morning.