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[Oh, now that smells like the parties the drow throw. Less of the copper tang of blood, but there's that sticky bad decisions and 'oh god where have I woken up' smell. Okay. That's a much better idea.

Reverie extends a hand to Ash.]

You think you're getting out of trying it that easy? Come on.

[Ash rolls his eyes, stretching his neck from side to side as he prepares himself. He unbuckles the straps of his gauntlet, setting it off to the side. Can't have solid material on him while he's trying to possess someone.]

Alright. Don't freak out too bad, alright? Last time I tried this on a human chick, she nearly had a panic attack and I had to bail early.

[To be fair, she was the one who had agreed to it, but soon realized it wasn't for her. Ash reaches out with his left hand and grabs Rev's wrist, his form blurring further into static and scan lines until he's nothing more than a fuzzy, man-shaped blob. Rev might feel his arms and legs prickle with a sensation that borders on painful, as if his limbs are falling asleep.

Ash's form completely disappears. Reverie will feel his limbs lock up, his physical body now out of his control. The tingling dissipates as Rev's limbs seem to move on their own, with Ash inspecting the man's claws and kicking his legs to test them.]

Jesus, didn't think five inches would've made that much of a difference. How do you not get dizzy from up here?

[It might be a little jarring to hear Rev's voice in Ash's cadence.]

[Hells. The sensation is unpleasant. It feels completely wrong and intrusive, compared to being the one doing it. The sensation of losing control send a prickle of panic through him that he has to force back.]

'M only 6'6". Not that tall.

[There's another flutter of panic when Ash moves his hands.]

Get on w'it.

[Rev's body feels cold--a genuine, corpse-like chill that seems to permeate his very bones. It's always a clumsy affair to adjust to a new body, like trying on a costume that doesn't quite fit. But Ash can make it work. Ash peers over the edge of the tub, nearly tipping too far forward and falling face-first. He catches himself against the edge just in time. The smell of artificial cherry and fruit flavors overwhelms him. His nose wrinkled, Ash picks up a dusty glass from the ground, gingerly wipes it down, then uses it to scoop up a small helping of the vile concoction before him.

There's a brief pause as he considers the contents of his glass. A lopsided, almost manic grin stretches across his face.]

Bottoms up, bitch!

[He takes a large swig. Immediately, there's the taste of the cherry rum, followed by the burning sensation of the alcohol and cinnamon at the back of his throat. It's tooth-achingly sweet, enough to make Ash almost gag. Almost--but he's stomached worse in his time.]

Jesus Christ--

[The aftertaste is horrible, an awful bitterness that leaves his tongue parched. His instinct is to immediately take another swig of the drink to wash it out. After a few moments, he says, very quietly--]

I think we need more cocaine.

[It's sweet as all hell, but that's a flavour Rev enjoys. The sensation of a gag that's not his own is odd - and there's a bitter thought criticising the shade's apparently weak gag reflex before he reins it back in. May as well keep that one quiet when he doesn't know if Ash can hear that shit.]

...Inner pocket, there's another bag. It might be MDMA. Not sure.

[He goes to reach himself, before remembering Ash is the one in control here.]

Worth a try.

[He can feel something pushing against his presence, like an organ being rejected from someone's body. Similar to the sensation he felt while possessing that one girl that decided she didn't want to be possessed anymore. He rolls his eyes, digging around in Rev's pockets and fishing out what looks to be a bag of ecstasy pills. So, no cocaine, then. That's fine. He raises an eyebrow, looking down at the tub and trying to figure out how to get this shit in there.

A lightbulb goes off in his head. He pulls open the baggie, takes out one of the pills, and places it on his tongue. With one fell swoop, he fills the glass with more of this awful concoction and gulps the entire thing down, like one might take any other sort of pill.

His throat burns. With a cough, he places the empty glass on the edge of the tub.]

There we go. Hold up--

[He loosens his control on Rev's body, shaking himself free and quite literally falling out of the vampire. He stumbles forward, intersecting with the tub before he's able to straighten up again.]

Now we wait and see what this thing has in store for us. Would ya believe me if I said that I've never, like, eaten cocaine?

[Nor has he snorted it at any point in time, but that's beside the point.]

[It spreads as a tingling. A prickling in his hands that taps into the sudden alertness and awareness that's hitting him. If he had a heart, there'd be some worry about him having some sort of cardiac incident given the amount of caffeine and cocaine already in his system, without them adding ecstasy to that fire.

Ash slipping out at last makes the slow dread abate, at least. The last thing any product testing needs is a bad trip, brought on by whatever it is about not being control that freaks him out.

Any future bad dreams of searing light in a broken tower are purely coincidental.]

Never even rubbed it on your gums?

[Perhaps it's for the better that Rev doesn't have a heart--but, unfortunately for Ash, he still has the wisps of one, even if he doesn't think it's there. There's a sort of tension in his chest as he dusts himself off, trying to focus on the vampire before him.]

What? 'Course I have. Just wanted to make sure I got the full dosage, if you know what I mean.

[That's a no.]

So, what's your opinion on the drink? I gotta know, since we're servin' this to the population, and surveying'll make us sound more credible.

[Sample size of two.]

[No then.]

It's like... Made of the same skin as inside your nostrils. Anywhere your skin is like... Thin or produces moisture would probably work.

[Make of that what you will.]

It's.... The taste is rough. Might be best to say it's like... A tonic so people can't bitch it tastes strong.

[Ash nods vigorously, although the movement only serves to make his head swim. He sucks in a breath, stumbling slightly as he leans down to pick up his hand again.]

Tonic. Yeah. That'll work. Man, this marketing shit is easy. I shoulda gone into marketing instead of engineering--then at least I'd be usin' my degree.

[He screws up his face in thought.]

...needs a snappy name. Like Pink Fuck--tells you exactly what you're gettin' into, right? It's pink, and it'll get you fucked up. Red something. Red...Fuck...no, that's infringing on Pink Fuck territory. Red....

[He snaps his fingers, searching for the right word. After a few moments, his eyes light up.]

Red Alert?

[There's a moment where the goes to reach for the cup - then frowns when he doesn't pick it up. Hells. He never has a problem with phantom limb until he has ecstasy, then it's all the sensation of reaching for shit with arms he doesn't have anymore.

It's bullshit.]

Red Alert! Perfect!

[He pauses. Then frowns.]

We should test it on one of the like. Big guys. For science.

[Ash nods, squeezing his eyes shut. Something feels a little...odd. Which seems appropriate given the fact he just downed a bullshit in someone else's body. But he feels like he's moving way too fast. Or maybe the rest of the world is slowing down? Either way, he way overshoots his gesture, kind of doing a really wide sweep and pointing towards the ground.]

Agreed.

[He begins lowering himself to the ground, trying to slow his own movements. In the end, he just looks like he's intentionally moving slowly.]

After...um....after I sit here for a second.

[He's like, clipping through the ground so that his waist is halfway through the floorboards.]

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