You Wake Up In The Above OC's Body! [IC Reaction]

Eocene was summoned from the depths of sleep slowly – just a gentle, delicate call lured him back to reality. Once his mind was well enough aware of itself, the okalai realized he wasn't in his usual position on his side. Had he been moving around in his sleep? That was unlike him.

He pulled himself up and yawned while rubbing his cheeks with his hands. His eyes opened, something was different about his hands. Looking down, Eocene gasped at the sight of the blue, weirdly scaled hands that were most certainly not his own. His neck craned awkwardly further down, and he saw that his fur had become brown – dirt brown. He felt feathers, and wings on his back.

Crying out in a voice all too alien to him Eocene jumped to his feet – all four of them!? He tripped and stumbled over himself, hitting the floor below harshly, not used to the mass of his body. Crying out, Eocene whimpered as tears formed in his eyes and he brought his hands up to inspect his (from his perspective) deformed and frightening face. Another alien wail escaped his... Lips?

Perhaps, if he had met this unique creature in his own body Eocene wouldn't have reacted so poorly. He had nothing against beings nothing like himself. But to wake up in the body of what can only be described of as a monster from this perspective? Well... It was startling to say the least.

Eocene had to find a way back into his own body, or transform back, or fix whatever happened! He had to get his footing... He had to stand... He couldn't remember the last time he was this off balance.

Oliv felt sick. Where to even start? They were furry, much thinner, and... almost nude? Wearing only lingerie. They didn't want to see this. They just wrapped the blanket around themself.
"WHY this?!"
That awkwardness not helping, Oliv started to sob. For someone so comfortable in their skin, the idea of being someone or something else was really distressing to them. 
They tried to get bearings of where they were; wherever it was, it felt almost fictional. They noticed a sword within close reach, and it certainly didn't reassure them any. For how much this place and this body freaked them out, they couldn't help but fret about home. Did it still even exist? Would the people they knew be worried that they were gone? Was someone else in their body, if it was still even there?
Growling, Oliv curled under the blanket in hopes that this would stop somehow. They were too scared to even try looking around.

Zef comes to the realization surprisingly fast. He woke up with a body of his same hair color, yet different everything else. He kept his cool, even under the stressful situation, denying himself that he's anguished. No, it's fine, he wouldn't miss his body. His expression is the same blank, bored, almost smug look.

It's great to feel things on his fingers again, he wouldn't want to put gloves on. It's not a familiar body and not a familiar perception- He needs glasses and he- is that a forked tongue? Oh, is his hair that messy? That's not good news, not at all, he gulps and his expression keeps being cold and detached but he knows, he knows that if this keeps up any longer, without meds, without those terrible bandages...

He would destroy this stranger's body, slowly, without mercy. That's what he's made to believe, and now he would also believe that no matter the time and place, he's fated to be a self extinguishing flame. How sad. Moreover, with much urgency he should somehow find the owner. There has to be a way to revert this, yes? He hopes so, even though his face doesn't reflect what he's thinking, he's determinated in getting his body back, so he can at least take responsability over his own body and his own life. The last thing he would like to happen is to drag a complete stranger into this mess.

(for the person below- you can go either the 'oh god touching anything really hurts it's so sore' in his natural state or 'touching anything feels nothing do i even have hands' because shady meds)

The first thing he had noticed as soon as he came to was the pain. It wasn't a sort of dull pain, no. Rather, it had been an agonizing, stinging sort of pain that made him shiver. While Alistair was used to being injured and nearly killed on multiple occasions--he hadn't expected to awake in such pain. Furthermore, it felt as if his arms, neck and chest had felt almost raw for whatever reason--it wasn't a sensation he was used to. 

"What...What is this...?!" His breath trembled.

He brought his hands to his face and noticed the bandages for one. That wasn't there before, surely. He patted his chest and neck slightly and cringed, just as he had expected he would. He managed to find a hand mirror after searching a bit--avoiding anything that he may have bumped into while he was at it. As expected, his appearance was entirely different. He examined the bandages wrapped around his neck as well.

"Great... A nearly perfect body, boyish and all, but it comes with pain. It was too good to be true." He sighed. "This is the second time already---What is going on with Wonderland lately?"

He placed the hand down carefully and shook his head.

"No, I have to get my body back... I only pity whoever has it now."

(( vvvv Lemme just say you just made me realize thAT I COULD HAVE BEEN CALLING IT A FAKE BRA THIS WHOLE TIME AND I DIDN'T REALIZE bless your heart))

Alecia stood in disbelief at the mirror of her bedroom, her vanity lights reflecting off the now metal surface of her skin.   She was terrified, and desired nothing more then her old self back. As she felt the urge to cry she lifted her now heavy arms slowly to her eyes but was met with the flat robotic surface of her new face. She didn't understand. How could she have so easily have lost her humanity? How did this happen? Could she still live out her dreams of being a teacher?  Her thoughts were clouded with uncertainty. 

Cassidy didn't sleep. She was a goddess, she didn't have time for mundane things like that...so waking up was a whole new experience in itself. So was sitting up. Having given up most her body to create life on her planet, she couldn't sit up for countless centuries. She looked down at her hands and recoiled in surprise. They were thinner, more human...but not quite.The eyes she was used to seeing on them were gone, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sheath or unsheath her claws. She rubbed one of her alien hands over her now flat and smooth face, contemplating on what she'd do next.

edit: I think it's pretty cool/interesting an immortal who killed many people switched with an immortal goddess of life

Exo woke up, disoriented and confused. However, something wasn't right. Wherever he looked, he could see everything. Eyes were everywhere on him, not just on the front of his head where they're supposed to be. Taking advantage of the eyes on his hands, he looked as his face. Confusing, but he could see enough of him to make out what happened. Out of all things, he was now an disembodied head with floating hands and a heart. He tried not to freak out about this.

"Someone MUST be playing tricks on me," he muttered. "Whoever it was, they WILL pay."

However, lacking the motivation to, he just stood there (or rather, floating there), not doing anything. He wanted to be left alone, and try to process what just happened. Whatever the case may be, having no legs will take a long time to get used to... He just hoped nothing would happen to his own body in the meantime. He did not want anything to happen, not after what had happened in the past...

Leo just couldn't get his footing. He was completely frantic at the idea of being in someone else's body, and a quadruped no less. He finally stood awkwardly, shaking up a storm. He wasn't too sure how to control the wings either, just kind of fluttering at random, unhelpfully.
Slowing down with his panic, he noticed a pond nearby. He stumbled over to it awkwardly, straining to see his reflection. At that sight, he blacked out with a distressed shriek.
Whatever he was, he certainly didn't like it.

Not the first time he's not recognized his own body, but probably the first time it's this pale. How odd! He doesn't even have the scar on his hand- Wait, that must mean... Oh, did he swap bodies with someone? It seems like it! That's so cool! He's even got some other scars, and cat eyes! That's a good style, and he can't stop smiling for a second- out of amazement, of course! It almost feels like this mouth isn't very used to smiling, or maybe he does it too much? Maybe it's something related to elasticity?

Speaking of which, he feels as if he fell and hurt his knee very badly. Not that he hasn't felt that before; he has fallen from trees or some high heights! Still, it doesn't seem like there's a bruise. It's definitely not broken, maybe sprained? No, wait, sprains are way worse than this! Well, it doesn't matter, he can stand the pain! He's been conditioned to this, hasn't he? That would be a little drastic to say, but the situation he's in is even more drastic! There's no way this is a prank, but he could use it for his advantage-

If it weren't because this body... Eh? It's not what he thought it would be. It's difficult to live in denial, because even the slightest push towards that topic automatically makes him uncomfortable. He always makes a scene whenever something like this happens. God, he hates it. He wishes he could just bury that feeling. Maybe... Maybe he should play it safe? Oh, he'd love to distract himself by fulfilling this stranger's role. This body seemed more grown up, too! There's many things he could use to his advantage! Yes, yes, let's look at the good side!

(Michael's body is pretty average, there's just this sense of impending doom over him at all times- be careful!)

Slowly, he opened his eyes. 
"WHAT."

He sure is confused, now he can see with both eyes! 
Is this a miracle? 
Wait again, he... he didn't fell his ears or his fluffy tail. 
He jumped and ran to see himself in the nearest mirror. 
This... This its not his body.

It's smaller!

Looking at "his" hand, he noticed a peculiar scar. 

"What's this? Well, this is not important. 
I must find MY body."

At least, his weapon was still with him. 
He will travel just to find his original body, wonders how is doing the person with his body, his tail... It's not exactly the most convenient thing, it's not heavy, but really big.
But hey, they deserve it for stealing his body.

With staff in hand, he stared a journey. 

With this new body, he will be able to use it...?

 Valerian slowly rose to his feet, grimicing at all the new sensations within his body. He hated the weight of the giant ears resting upon his head, the large, heavy tail, the tight and the itchy feeling of the clothes against his... skin? Not fur? Well that was new.

He sniffed himself, trying to decipher what sort of strange creatue he was, but his nose failed to pick up any familar scent, and in fact, he felt that he could not smell at all! Valerian wailed in distress and began to pace, but even walking was uncomfortable, as the shoes kept him from feeling the ground beneath his feet. He sat down, growling and cursing at his new situation, but he did have to admit, the better vision and more dexterous fingers were nice.