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GM Morning of the 30th of November 2024 The sun rose over Freedom City, same as it always had. The night prior had seen a small event, magical energies were being channeled to two locations for an unknown purpose. Two teams of heroes investigated, and it seemed the situation was resolved. Yet none of the heroes seemed to remember much of what occurred, or how they got back to their home. Southside, the Chop Shop Callie was a woman who had spent a great amount of time honing her body to the peak of what humans were capable of. She had learned to listen to her body, understand exactly what it was telling her. And upon her awakening she knew what it was telling her was wrong. Her limbs were heavy, power echoing from muscles like pistons and steel. Her heart thundered like a powerful engine. The bed she lay in felt different than the ones she was accustomed to in her apartment and the Atomic Tower. The smell of engine oil fills her nose. Something was deeply wrong here, and she needs to find out what. She opens her eyes to a small room. The decorations seem those of an enthusiast for cars and motors. More pressingly her body was no longer her own, wiry muscles replaced with bulkier ones more suited for lifting, her skin paler, and scars from battles long ago fought replaced with new, unfamiliar marks. Southside, Devon's Apartment Lark was a college student. She was used to old mattresses and poor quality sleeps. Even when staying in Blackstaff Investigations, Christopher was not exactly affluent and his guest room left much to be desired. As such, she could immediately tell that she was not in her normal residence in this comfortable bed. This suspicion was immediately followed up by a sense of weight on her wrist and an odd... absense. A pressure that had been at the back of her eyes had faded, a pressure she had come accustomed to in her time as a werewolf. These oddities initially distracted her from the odd feeling of her body. She had to some degree become familiar with a sense of change since her curse came manifest, but this time was altogether different. Opening her eyes she found herself in the bedroom of an apartment. Nice, simple, and well-appointed. When she looked around the change became clear. She was in the body of a man, with a strange watch-like device on his wrist. Bayview, Claremont Academy, Gookgak's Room Michael tended to wake early, a trait he took pride in and had cultivated over the years. But he normally wasn't so... energized first thing in the morning. He felt like someone had hooked a drip of pure caffeine up to him in the middle of the night. Like how some of his more hyperactive friends must feel in their day-to-day. He rolled over to start his morning routine, and immediately felt that things were wrong. His ear pressed into the the cushion, feeling long and pointy, his body felt small and far weaker than he had become accustomed to, and his sheets most certainly were not covered in what felt like coarse sheepskin rugs. Opening his eyes he found himself in what he would recognize as Gookgak's room. And body. Bayview, Claremont Academy, Carmen's Room Alice woke slowly at first, enjoying an uncharacteristic feeling of support from the matress beneath her. Slowly though her mind muddled through the haze of sleep, picking up little notes of wrongness like a pocket gathers lint. The absense of her flight keeping her up, like a muscle being relaxed when you were used to being tense. The feeling of fur as she shifted in half-asleep state, comfortable, but wrong. The feeling of claws extending from their sheaths as she stretched, satisfying but alien. Her tail brushed against her face as she curled back up, the sensation finally dragging her from the lands of sleep. Things were very wrong. She opened her eyes to a school dormitory, a thing she only recognized from movies and the like. Her new body was fuzzy, with dark fur and graceful limbs. Her ears and tail twitched with agitation as she looked around for answers. The four heroes quickly started to come to the conclusion that they had swapped bodies with other people. But how and why eluded them. The last thing they remembered was responding to a disturbance in the cemetery at Lantern Hill. Perhaps that might hold the answers, but first they need to find out where- and who- they are.