[Video] - November 3 or so (before the bonfires)

[scarsolderthanyou]

[The network window that opens up for people when they connect, today, shows a mirror in a hallway, with a familiar face in it-- mostly familiar, anyway. Sam Stone's skin has gone gray, literally-- not sickly gray, not pale or ill-looking... just gray. As if it faded from color along with his hair. The only color left to him are his eyes, still light blue.]

Anybody listening today? I thought maybe we should catalog all the weird changes we're all going through. I'll start.

[He holds up his hand-- also gray.]

I got that bloodhound-league sense of smell thing a while ago, and on Halloween a spider turned my skin gray. Crazy, right? Also, I can growl when I'm grumpy about something. Demonstrations available if you want 'em.

Who else has had some weird shit change for them?

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[scarsolderthanyou]

Didn't actually look inside my own mouth, but my eyes look normal in the corners. Look for yourself.

[He leans closer to the mirror and tilts his head for Sky to have a look. Sure enough, there's the usual pink there.]

So it's just pigmented skin, not the flesh underneath.

[blueskying]

Well, that's a thing. So that means your skin's gone opaque, huh...

I have the sense that everything I've remembered is human. Some kind of psychic human, maybe, and with a very high class of prosthetic, but pretty standard-looking.

[scarsolderthanyou]

Lucky you. I'm not looking forward to turning into a dragon.

[He pauses, settling back again, then adds,]

Or shapeshifting dragon, I guess. One of the visions I've had, I changed from a shape like a human to the big winged thing I'd seen before.

[blueskying]

Hah. So much for a quiet retirement.

[Sky visibly restrains himself from asking something - in this case, whether they should start stockpiling cattle.]

They're visions to you, then? Interesting.

[scarsolderthanyou]

[Thanks, Sky. He'd probably growl at you if you asked. He's unhappy about all this.]

As far as I can tell, they're the same sort of thing to everyone. Some people call them memories, I like calling them visions.

[He shrugs.]

Makes it sound less like they're supposed to actually belong to me, you know?

[blueskying]

Well, now I'm not sure. Nothing I've remembered intrudes - it's just that I know things, and now I can think back and remember a particularly vivid memory. Though, I've been writing them down just in case.

[His memory overall is not quite what it was.]

Understandable. Another life, do you suppose?

[scarsolderthanyou]

I don't know. If it is, it's not from anything around here. Dragons don't really exist.

[blueskying]

Reincarnation across different worlds, then?

[As a UU reverend he's familiar with esoteric beliefs, and as a science fiction author he knows odd premises, and while there's a blur between them, saying this out loud he knows where this idea leans.]

Well, it's possible.