Decidedly not a Disney Movie setting...

Betty

"Voice switching," Elrondir mutters in annoyance. "Gotta admit that's kind of a cheesy joke that that Author sprung on us."

Well yeah, I agree silently with my long time fellow Companion, But given that Game 3 is actually interfaced with this reality, it could be much worse!

Yes, usually a change in gender from male to female entailed the victim is afflicted with an acute case of nymphomania! While D'Argo (and our as yet unseen speaker out there) having a voice of the opposite gender is annoying, that's it. The Doctor had hoped he could have dispelled the female Luxan "seeming" on D'Argo without tripping this switching, but at least that's all that happened.

He's going to have Sigin (in a quieter, less hectic setting) switch the voices back (being that Sigin is the foremost mage among us). That is if we can somehow negotiate a truce of sorts to where we don't start shooting at each other! Everyone's a bit on edge right now, remember.

Of course, that might be easier said than done. This setting (and background music) doesn't exactly engender trust and calm, gentle thoughts!

"It's alright," he says softly. "The removal of the . . . illusion hadn't gone as well as I had hoped but we'll fix this snag here soon enough. Trust me."

"Trust you?" D'Argo blinks. "How? I don't even know you to...."

"Hey, he did try to help," B'Elanna buttes in, holding up D'Argo's sword for him to take. "He and us didn't have to release you from you chains, much less attempt to undue the curse upon you."

Curse, eh? Well, guess that title is good enough description as any for what had been put on D'Argo. At least this Author hadn't left him as a female buxom Luxan in lingerie.

....

Gee, that brings up odd images in my mind, that....

Well, while the Doctor and elves try to calm the still rather shaken D'Argo and Frieda is playing guard, watching for any unfriendlies trying to sneak up on us. I take it upon myself for the next step.

Somebody's got to do it! Besides, being that before hand it had been agreed that if this time should come that some kind of contact should be initiated. Being that it's kind of my turn for the "Companion explanation game", I get off the dime and do it. The Doctor's kind of busy trying to calm down the still surprised D'Argo, you know

"John, is that you?" I call out, figuring that I might as well take the plunge and initiate first contact. "Chiana there with you?"

"Who's this?" one female voice calls out, sounding surprised (and much like our Chiana). "Crichton, how is there someone on this Leviathan who speaks your tongue?"

"Frell that!" the person with D'Argo's voic shouts (I assume the other Chiana who'd somehow not only gotten Twinned but somehow both original and twin having survived the brain sucker). "How do they know our frellin' names?!"

"And while we're at it that is something I'd like to know as well," D'Argo growls (still sounding much like Chiana), coming up besides me.

We do manage to work something out to where both groups keep trying to stay out of sight of the other, afraid of getting zapped.

....

Funny thing is, in retrospect, the high female voice that interrupts Crichton after one too many pop culture references. Guess that even the Fey can run out of patience....

"Will you please shut up and speak in a more sane manner!" snaps the female pixie I swear is the splitting image (if you discount the dragonfly wings, size, and overall blueness) of E'ysha, my long time friend who'd stayed behind on Terra Prime. "By the Mother, sometimes I have no clue about what you're babbling about!"

1. Don't hold me to it, but sometimes I believe that Inquirer wanted to say something like that to the other Crichtons at one time or another....

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