They See Me Rollin', They Hatin'! [Leah/Lenita]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Eat your heart out, Ben Stiller.

Oliver Winchester knew from the get go that something was off about this museum trip. Tonight's events? Well, they proved that 'off' was a tad bit of an understatement.

It was hard to get a grip on what was happening at first. He'd fallen asleep in a little side room to the museum, and awoken to find himself, well, standing in the middle of the museum. He'd first spotted a vaguely familiar older man talking, and then teenage girl dressed in armor jumping out at him. He was embarrassed, but not ashamed, to say that he'd been a little shocked at this display.

In retrospect, blurting out oh my God, the wax exhibits have come to life probably wasn't his best idea (no, that would be the machine they'd flown over to London on), but really, what else could he do? He'd shoved his hands into his pockets only to discover that he was wearing suit pants, and not the pajamas he went to bed with NOR the jeans that he wore on the flight over to London. Coupled with Joan of Arc calling him ganglylimbs and telling him to look in a mirror, he'd finally figured it out.

Somehow, the souls of everyone in RSOR transferred from their teenage bodies to their wax figures, consequently bringing them to life. Long story short? They had their old bodies back.

Once the shock of this wore off (somewhat, since he highly doubted it would wear off entirely), Orville began to take part in Night At The Museum, RSOR style.

It was all fun and games at first. Racing Joan of Arc to the front doors of the museum to get wheelchairs, helping Walt Disney find a red pen... Then, however, Elizabeth Bathory and Jack the Ripper revealed themselves, and proceeded to have a little bit of fun together. The rest of the reincarnates in the approximate area were recruited to take these two down, which was accomplished within a couple of hours. Orville made a mental note to congratulate Darwin/Xelios for his blow to Jack at a later time. For now, however? He had other pursuits on his mind. Not to mention Darwin was likely taking a nap at this point anyway, so it wouldn't do very good to seek him out.

Prior to the incident with Bathory and Jack, Orville had started work on one of the wheelchairs near the front doors. Obviously, he'd gotten sidetracked with the chaos that ensued, but he was determined to continue with his work. This time, he was equipped with a toolbox that he'd nabbed from the janitor's closet. It was night, who was going to miss it? Not to mention leaving a toolbox in a closet with two serial killers would only give them a means to escape. He was certain that if they really wanted to, they could probably do it anyway, but why make it easier on them?

Orville fetched another wheelchair from the door and pulled it over to the spot he was working on the other wheelchair. He took a seat cross-legged on the ground, throwing the lid to the toolbox off on the ground next to him. He rummaged through the kit, picking and choosing the tools he might need for this little project. Then, he set to work. Soon, nuts and bolts were scattered along the ground, right wheel off of one wheelchair while he appeared to be setting to work removing the left wheel on the other wheelchair. His plan? To stick the two wheelchairs together to make one large double-seated wheelchair.

Almost finished with taking the second wheel off, Orville was completely absorbed in his work and blissfully unaware of what was happening. Therefore, he failed to notice footsteps approaching.

Word count: 684
To: Leah/Lenita
Notes: Museum workers are gonna be all 'bwuh?' about his mutant wheelchair come morning. XD

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

|"WHAT WE HAVE ONCE ENJOYED|
|WE CAN NEVER LOSE,|
|ALL THAT WE LOVE DEEPLY|
|BECOMES A PART OF US."|
|~~~HELEN KELLER~~~|

She couldn’t believe it. No, really, she couldn’t because if she did believe that this could happen to her and where she was off to (and no not to see the wizard) it wouldn’t be happening now. She was going to England and spending time with other reincarnations, especially one such one by the name of Oliver Winchester who is really Orville Wright, a Wright brother reborn, and her boyfriend. She was so happy for the chance of being chosen to spend time with him and others like them.

It has been a long, long trip (packing, getting her passport, more packing, arriving at the airplane, pats downs which she hated, scans which made her for so uncomfortable, customs which were a pain to get through, gates which were overcrowded, boarding the plane, taking off, playing games, air meals which one such meal was so bad it made her sick to her stomach, landing, going off the plane, etc) to London for the RSOR members and it was very much her luck that helped her or she wouldn’t be going. Oliver found out about her, the current Sarah Good of the Salem Witches Trails, in the body of Lenita Zimmerman, which she would always been grateful for his find, so with his help she joined the RSOR and was able to go on the five day trip with him.

The brunette freshman was glad for the chance of a lifetime (or in her case, two lifetimes) to finally see Europe (or at least London) for the first time. She didn’t see it in either lifetime she lived through and she anticipated all of the excitement and studies she could experience. But nothing could prepared her for what was going to happen at the wax museum neither the tour through Salem (which she had to hold Oliver’s hand for emotional support) or the night that will come afterward that she nor the other members of RSOR didn’t predicted at all. The paranormal happens were a whole unexpected expedition, she was certain about it for all of them.

Lenita was with her roommates and had fallen asleep in one of the museum’s side chambers, and suddenly she was back in the Salem exhibit all awake and alert. She felt a bit dizzy at the fact that this was a bit of a shock. She was awkward on her feet when she began to walk like she wasn’t use to her body or something, but it was better after a short walk around. She soon realized when she saw the black outfit she wore, she was entirely in her old uniform as a citizen of Salem of the year 1692 and she meant entirely. She was back in her former body. At first she thought she was having another vision, and had gone along with it (though if she took into account her dizziness and awkwardness she would know it wasn’t a dream). She put aside the other fact that the scenery was set in the wax museum though this was the first time present and past met in her dreams, and thought it was probably because of the true historic setting they invented as real as possible that stir in her mind the museum to her past life. She shrugged it off and set off on her journey around the place, even though a small part of her was screaming a portent.

Sarah Good walked around, thinking to herself. This is weird. So weird. It felt awkward yet familiar to her as she went throughout the area, the click of her soft flat shoes echo as it hit the floor sharply with the tension of her confusion, and she couldn’t quite picture everything in her head yet. She didn’t realize that the reason for the reality of her dream was simple: it wasn’t a dream yet a fact that it was real. Thoughts went to the past as she strolls along in silence. She tripped over a taped wire in her distraction and caught herself from collapsing to the ground. She snapped out of her reverie of the good old days though they weren’t so good, seeing as she was force to live on the streets, homeless, begging for bread for her family (especially her daughter, Dorcas) and herself, and for cussing under her breath, vexed, and definitely for being put to death, murdered, for a reason so outrageous and idiotic she shivered in disgust. But it was still good; she smiled to herself faintly and humorlessly.

On her way through the exhibits she saw some pretty strange things going on (which she didn’t think her imagination could conjure up, but she let it slide for now) and wondered if she was going to see Oliver anywhere in this freak dream. She was slow and steady, and quite sneaky; she hid a time or time when she saw who she thought was Jack the Ripper or Elizabeth Bathory, but she couldn’t be sure. There was also times when she could had swore that she saw a strange race broke out or one of the legendary queens waltzing about. If she remembered that Cleopatra was Cindy aka Oliver’s sister aka Harriet Quimby’s roommate she would had thought that was who she saw, but she couldn’t be positive. Her eyes widen at seeing Walt Disney trekking along or was she imagining it. Sarah sighed and shook her head. She had a feeling she wasn’t in Salem anymore using a Wizard of Oz quote rephrase to fit her necessary needs. She chuckled and deep within she was beginning to think this wasn’t a dream after all.

On her way to the front doors, she noticed wheelchairs and a man with a tool box working on one of them. Sarah frowned and she thought to herself. Why does this man feel so familiar? She inched her way cautiously to him and when she stood behind him she stood akimbo for a moment. She soon stepped quietly to the side of him, and carefully went to go on the floor beside him. She used her hands to brace herself as she cautiously, slowly, and as silently as possible, lowered herself onto the floor. Her legs were together and she looked like she could be on a side straddle on a horse, but on the ground instead. She looked over at the man and tilted her head to the side, curiously trying to get a clear sight of his face, but it wasn’t clear as he was bending over his workplace on the ground. She looked over and saw the bolts and gears and tools layout next to him, clearing he was trying to do something with the wheelchair. All she could see was his profile and even that wasn’t clear as the shadows were playing with his dark appearance and face shape. She reached out to touch his shoulder, but paused a moment second guessing herself. She reconciled, and reached out again and tapped him gently.

“So, what do you think you’re doing with that wheelchair?” she greeted him and was surprise when she heard it, startled at her old voice for a moment before schooling her expression to a shy smile. I think I’m not dreaming or there wouldn’t be an inventor working on wheelchairs set in a museum when it appears I’m really in this… reality? “This is so interesting…” she trailed off out loud (it had been barely a whisper), and frowned slightly at both her voice again and the situation at hand. “Definitely not in Salem anymore,” she repeated her recent thought on the subject in a murmur. “Or Kansas for that matter,” she added with a chuckle. What is so familiar about this man? She pondered over it as she looked at him. She couldn’t see his face completely to think clearly why she would know him. Maybe he is…Maybe? Maybe? It was all she could think about as she waited for the man’s response while she familiarize herself in her forty-somewhat body of Sarah Good. "Too many weird things are happening, aren't them?" She asked him with a sad curious smile.

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|TAGS|MANDEE(Oliver Lee Winchester/Orville Wright)
|QUOTE|author look above
|STATUS|COMPLETED
|NOTES| i know what you mean. hehe. rotflmao!

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

The tour through the museum the previous night had been surreal. He'd seen himself depicted in wax in Riverdale, but the Riverdale model paled in comparison to the model at this museum. It stood to reason, of course, as this was a world class museum and the one in Riverdale was a local history museum, but staring at a wax figure and feeling as though you were literally looking into a mirror was very strange.

Though absolutely none of it compared to this.

Out of all the friends, acquaintances, and enemies that he'd met in their old bodies, he had yet to come across those who were closest to him. No Wilbur. No Cindy (as Harriet, but Orville figured that he would recognize her nonetheless, considering he'd done multitudes of research after discovering that the two young women were one in the same). And no Lenita.

Lenita. Orville frowned and took a brief pause from his work at the thought of his girlfriend. She would have woken up within the Salem Witch Trial exhibit. He thought back to the night before, when Lenita had to hold on to his hand for comfort. For a brief moment, he pondered leaving the wheelchair where it was and seeking out the Salem exhibit once more. The realization that Lenita would likely be far away from that exhibit at this point stopped him and kept him seated where he was. He was in a huge museum, and it had been a few hours since all of this started. Lenita could be anywhere. As much as he wanted to see her, there wasn't much he could do about it for the time being.

Caught up in his musings and the task before him, he failed to notice someone approaching behind him. Thus he also failed to notice the perpetrator's hesitance before tapping at his shoulder. Perhaps, had he known about her hesitance, he might not have let out such a jolt of surprise.

Then again, if he'd known about her hesitance, he would have known about her presence, and therefore there wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would there?

In his surprise, Orville narrowly missed stabbing himself with a screwdriver. Recognizing the danger, Orville set down the screwdriver at once before taking a look to see who was joining him. In the process of doing this, he heard the voice of a woman that he'd never heard in his life. Then again, that could be said for a majority of the people in the museum, even though he frequently spent time with them outside of classes. Even his sister. He wouldn't recognize his sister's voice in her old body. That was a very strange thought.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm taking it apart. Care to join me?"[/color] Orville commented with a small grin. As he did so, he took a closer look at the woman. She looked so familiar...then, as she spoke, it clicked. Salem. Sarah Good. Lenita.

"No, you're definitely not in Salem. I would say that's for the best, though, considering..."[/color] The corners of Oliver's lips were still turned up, but the look in his eyes softened considerably. Though he was not used to the fact (just as she was not used to his in this form), this was, after all, his girlfriend, and he knew it. "Hey, I grew up in Kansas in life number 2, and I'll have you know that we don't get picked up and tossed around by tornadoes all the time as the movies would have you think."[/color]

Joking around. It was one of Oliver's main defense mechanisms. Even as he suffered his last heart attack before dying in his first life, he'd joked around with his housemaid, insisting that she was the only one who could handle him.

It suddenly occurred to Orville that while he was almost certain as to who the woman before him happened to be, she might not know who he was. He rose to his feet with a small smirk on his face. "Perhaps we should re-introduce ourselves."[/color] He twirled her, just as he had when they were hang-gliding and shared their identities with each other for the first time. "I'm Orville Wright."[/color] If she didn't get this...well, it wasn't just boys that could be dense.

Word count: 767
To: Leah/Lenita
Notes: Yay, got it done! Now I'm gonna go to bed. XD

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

|"WHAT WE HAVE ONCE ENJOYED|
|WE CAN NEVER LOSE,|
|ALL THAT WE LOVE DEEPLY|
|BECOMES A PART OF US."|
|~~~HELEN KELLER~~~|

No response yet unless counting the surprise yelp from the man when she surprise him out of his recollection. Waiting was​ such a hard task when it's a difficult night and it was a difficult night, confusing in all its glorious ways. She suddenly felt like she was in Night at the Museum, but without Ben Stiller to guard them. She guessed they didn't in the night guard at the museum, and glad to see no guards about the place they had a more advantage security to keep the exhibits and its treasures safe. It was especially wanted necessaries when the museum was hosting foreigners in their side bed rooms, but who would believe that wax statures would come alive and cause mischief and mayhem. Not herself nor the other students, and definitely not the people who work here. Which made this event quite unique and unpredictable.


She winced when she notice that she almost made the man use his grip on the screwdriver and would had stabbed his hand with it if he wasn't very familiar with the tool. She was about to open her mouth to say she was sorry, but he interrupted her without noticing her slight or plight for that matter. She smiled at what he said and shook her head, she should had known as she untied her white habit which she thought wasn't the technical term for it, but she felt like a nun and that reminded her of her time at the orphanage. She looked down at her abused left hand, but notice it wasn't carrying any old burnt marks or scars from the rulers and bar wires the nuns use to teach her not to use her hand for writing. Old silly suspicions, she thought to herself with sadness. Of course, as Sarah, she didn't have a badly scarred hand, she frowned slightly with an expression of peculiarity for a second.


Of course, her curiosity was back on her mind at his question of joining him, and she smiled with marvel. "That would be delightful," she told him and looked over at the tools. "What should I do?" she inquired. She was about to look around for something, but soon his next comment got her laughing. "I think I notice that, don't you think?" She questioned him teasingly and felt like she should know him. He looked familiar and now with a full picture of his face there was something similar in his eyes. His eyes are so familiar to me. She pondered over this with interesting and investigated it. "Considering...?" She ventured with wonder, and she was in awe at his beauty in his expression and eyes. So familiar. Where did I met him?


It was a nice change that she wasn't dreaming and this was real. It was quite a pleasure to be here and no other Salem person was around. She knew that if there was and they were with the religion they might point fingers at her and blame her witchcraft of sending them here with new bodies then in this museum as their wax persona again. She prayed none of the RSOR wasn't a Salem Witch Trails accuser or they might just take this opportunity to capture her and try to hang her again or worse burn her to death.


"Nothing of the sort," she assured him. When he went to his feet and taken her up with him, she was a bit breathless and speechless at the display and the twirling her around made her hot that she blushed. "Sir...?" She asked with reluctance , but it did brought fore a memory of the hang gliding trip she spend with Oliver and she looked curiously at the man. His smirk was so familiar as he pointed out they need to be re-acquaintance with each other. She narrowed her eyes a bit as she looked closely. When he introduced himself as Orville Wright, she blurted out her former name and shifted nearer to him. She would let him think she was forgetful or dense for a few seconds with a look of confusion on her face before she let her arousal act on its own kissing him on the lips.

Yes, she was a bit awkward by the fact that they were both in different bodies than either of them was use to for the other, but she was letting her desire lead her now.

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|TAGS|MANDEE(Oliver Lee Winchester/Orville Wright)
|QUOTE|author look above
|STATUS|COMPLETED
|NOTES| All set, time to go, bye! For now...

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

It did serve him as fortunate that he was used to the act of using a screwdriver. It wasn't as though he had not injured himself while tinkering before. He had in both lives, in fact, but he was not entirely sure how this would affect his wax body. Then again, he was not entirely sure what would even happen after this. Would everyone wake up in the morning as though none of this happened? Would they be stuck inside of these wax bodies forever? As much as Orville enjoyed having his old body back, he wasn't too keen on the idea of being stuck like this forever. A little fast forward past puberty would be fine, but how on Earth would he and Cindy explain this to the Winchesters?

Realizing how absurd a thought that was at this moment in time, Orville let out an odd laugh. He smiled as Lenita Sarah (or who he could only assume was Sarah) looked over at the tools. "Hmm...well, do you have experience with tools? That might help me figure out what you could do."[/color] Even before he knew that Lenita was Sarah Good reincarnated, he could tell that she was no ordinary fourteen year old. Therefore, it stood to reason that she might know more about such things than one would expect.

Then again, tonight was making Oliver/Orville expect the unexpected, more so than ever.

The way she was staring at him, apparently studying his features struck him as that much more familiar. He felt a vague sense of deja vu, as if he were right back out on the field with Lenita preparing to hang glide. If this wasn't his girlfriend, well...he'd eat his screwdriver.

He watched her closely as he twirled her and reintroduced himself. He'd feel quite embarrassed if this wasn't her. The way she stared at him at first made him turn a bit pale, wondering if he had perhaps made a slip-up. While he wasn't going to hold up to eating his screwdriver, he would feel quite stupid nonetheless. Then, however, she gave her name and moved closer, causing a small smile to move across his face. This was great. He'd finally come across Lenita in her old form!

Then the awkwardness set in. It was bound to happen. They were used to each other as fourteen-year-olds, not in these forms. He squeezed her hand, unsure of what to do next, but knowing that he had to find some way to overcome this odd feeling. As it turned out, he did not have to worry about this duty himself. Sarah took control of the situation, and kissed him on the lips.

He kissed her back, of course, then pulled away after a few seconds. This did the trick. Despite different bodies, the kiss felt familiar and sweet, just like the one out on the hang gliding feel. Sarah Good or Lenita, it did not matter. This would still take a little getting used to, but he was up for the challenge. He smiled a large toothy smile at her and then pulled her to the ground, where the wheelchair was still sitting. "I'm trying to put two wheelchairs together to make a double one. Any ideas?"[/color] He inquired, trying his best to include her in one of his highest passions - Tinkering. However, it also occurred to him that this might not be her first idea of fun, and thus he wanted to address this issue. "Unless, of course, you'd like to do something else?"[/color] As much as he enjoyed what he was doing, if she didn't want to participate, he'd put it aside. He could always work on it later. He only had a limited time to run around with his girlfriend in a wax museum, after all, and he didn't want to lose out on it.

Word count: 651
To: Leah/Lenita
Notes: I kept pondering if his mustache would tickle as I was typing this... XD

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

|"WHAT WE HAVE ONCE ENJOYED|
|WE CAN NEVER LOSE,|
|ALL THAT WE LOVE DEEPLY|
|BECOMES A PART OF US."|
|~~~HELEN KELLER~~~|

The wax experience was quite an unusual journey for her, but it now seem more worth it to being with Oliver (she shook her head), she meant Orville for a while. It was very sheer amazement to being in her former body and he in his, but it all was fine. She was guessing here. If it wasn't for his eyes and the hot arousal it gave her, she would had been more awkward and clumsy in her Sarah Good persona for real. His eyes were still Oliver Winchester, the boy she flew a hang glider with and fallen for, even though he was now in Orville's wax figurative and she in her own. It was safe to say it was a good thing their Night at the Museum had their wax selves as fresh and blood, and that it didn't stay wax or she was sure she wouldn't be able to allow her self-awareness of hot blood to give her boyfriend an osculation.

Yes, she was a bit awkward by the fact that they were both in different bodies than either of them was use to for the other, but she was letting her desire lead her now. She exaggerated on the part of her ecstasy being her commander, but it was all good and done with like a tine of fork, sharp and out of focus, not really important. She was convivial for the chance to see Oliver as Orville and it seem she got her wish, she mentally smirked at this adulation between them. She was invigorating to this event and hope they have more of this, but she had a feeling they wouldn't have it once the left gold ole England. She guessed she'll take what she have for now until later; she worried, fussed, and pretended not to care later.

Sarah fortified their bond between them and she pondered if Orville felt it too; maybe this was why he didn't marry in his former life because he didn't find his soulmate whereas with her during the sixteenth century it was consider sacrilegious and heinous to be unwed, especially to the Purists. She hid her uneasiness and the tremble going on within her at the abhorrent empyrean they made of themselves by the witch hysteria in Salem Village, Massachusetts. If only they didn't allow paranoid, prejudice, and pride stand in their way of living. They thought it was because of witchcraft, but scientifically it was uncovered that it was something in their bread that cause the involuntary quivers, nightmares, and hives. Of course, they were all about religion, not science, which lead to their Purism views. She should had grabbed Dorcas and moved to Pennsylvania, joining the Quaker Society, but no female of that age would be allow to live her group without a fight and within Salem, she stood no chance whatsoever.

"Hmm...well, do you have experience with tools? That might help me figure out what you could do."

He asked her and it made her think, recalling her dark days as Sarah (which she was now, she should know). Well , she had been homeless and had sometimes been able to grab a hammer or saw to try to help her family. She didn't know that much about tools in her era, but as Lenita she was pretty good. As Sarah thought about her modern family, she smiled. She had help her family with building or reassemble of a barbaque. It was still running good; she should be given a star for that job. She also built a girl clubhouse with her sister when she was around nine or ten. She smirked outwardly and inclined her head. "Of course, I do," she said proudly and chuckled before holding out a hand for the tool or gear he wanted her to use for the wheelchairs. "What's first, boss?" She questioned as she looked over to him.

Sarah noticed the familiar look on his visage and tried not to giggle. She had a feeling he was thinking about eating his screwdriver if she wasn't who he thought she was.

Enjoying the whole twirling around and making her dizzy with enthusiasm, and it was nice to be reunited with her boyfriend and glad to know why she felt like she knew him because she did. It was very appreciate. She loved that about him, so thoughtful and creative. She wished Salem was like Orville and his brother, so they weren't be all in her face about being abnormal; truth be told, nobody was normal. This just proved her point on being normal, and like the Conwells in the Halloweentown movies, it was really overrated to be so.

Sarah giggled and shook her head. "Won't you know it. You can eat your tools anymore," she ventured with a teasing expression on her face. "I'm me and you're you," she chuckled and kissed him again. She moved on to the subject at hand with making a big wheelchair, she pondered how they could do it. She didn't know, but she was sure they would be exactly what Orv wanted it to be: a large wheelchair! "No idea," she simply prompted with a shrug and went to glance at their equipment. "But with you, it will happen like flying an aeroplane," she stated with confidence. "Case closed," she grinned as anybody would say when somniloquism was the key, "for now," she ended. In a way they were somniloquism and somnambulism, but within their wax statues. "Still weird," she whispered under her breath with a grin as she looked like she wanted to say more. Are we soulmates? Do you believe in soulmates? She thought softly.

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|TAGS|MANDEE(Oliver Lee Winchester/Orville Wright)
|QUOTE|author look above
|STATUS|COMPLETED
|NOTES| interesting question, right?

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Orville kept his eye on Sarah to see how she was taking all of this in. It was different for him. It was different for everyone. Some were enjoying this experience (mostly those who were portrayed as younger in their wax figures), while some seemed to absolutely loathe it (poor Xelios). It was a bit startling to see the visage of a forty-something woman before him and realize that this was, in fact, his girlfriend. He could only imagine that she felt the same way, however.

He could make a mint on a book about his experiences at Riverdale. A manual of sorts, to guide other reincarnates on how to survive high school. The other manuals did not address any of the issues that struck Riverdale High students on a regular basis.

Then again, he was never much of a writer. That was his brother.

He reached out a hand to place in Sarah's. "How are you coping with this so far?"[/color] He'd witnessed varying reactions to the stranger than fiction version of Night At The Museum that was unfolding. Some, like him, were almost giddy with excitement at being within their old bodies. Others loathed their wax bodies, and desperately wanted to get back to their teenage bodies. Even those that were giddy recognized the awkwardness of the whole thing, though. He'd spent more time in the body that this wax figure was modeled off of than his teenage body, for example, but it still felt weird to be standing at 5'8" when he'd gone to bed the night before at a height of 5'5".

A large grin came across his face as Sarah indicated that she did possess some knowledge of tools. That was a plus, especially considering who she was dating. At her question, he looked over the wheelchair with a thoughtful expression, then handed Sarah a screwdriver. "Try to get this arm of the wheelchair off."[/color] He indicated the arm that he was referring to with his hand. Orville laughed as she referred to him as "boss". "Eh, I'm not really the boss here. We're working as a team."[/color] He smirked at her, trying to make her feel more included.

Orville raised an eyebrow at her comment about eating his tools, but soon a small smile broke across his face. For some reason, even though the statement was obvious in nature, her assertion of their identities reassured him. The kiss helped too, of course. As their lips parted, Orville frowned a bit and turned his attention back to the task at hand...but moved a tad closer to Sarah in the process. He blushed at her vote of confidence...it was as sure to happen as flying an aeroplane. He looked down at the parts scattered before them with a newfound confidence. He had to do it. They had to do it. They could do it.

"It is weird,"[/color] He agreed in a low voice, after Sarah's own whisper under her breath. He was close enough to her at this point to overhear it. "But we'll get through it. I figure we should have a bit of fun with this in the meantime."[/color] He whispered into her ear with a large grin. "I figure when we finish, we should test it out. You want to join me?"[/color] There was no point in testing a wheelchair built for two without two people, was there? If he could read minds, he would have addressed the question that was on Sarah/Lenita's mind, but as he could not, he was left to wonder. And wonder he did, as that was very much in his nature. "What's on your mind?"[/color] He put an arm around her and gave her a small squeeze as he did so.

Word count: 665
To: Leah/Lenita
Notes: It is an interesting question. XD

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

At first, she didn’t realize how she was being analyzed, but soon she did. Sarah noticed how he couldn’t keep his eyes off her and she smiled at him. Her smile could have light up the room with the positive emotions she was feeling in that moment. Yes, she was nervous and anxious, but it didn’t stop her from having very peaceful and excited feelings too. Orville also made a huge difference with how she would have felt if she was alone and scared. It was a good thing she didn’t notice the gallows at the Salem’s exhibit or she would have been screaming or rolled into herself into a tight curl ball, crying in miserable and having nothing to combat the trepidation and insecurity of the situation at hand.

Of course, she didn’t know about how the others were feeling with their newly formed dilemma and opportunity to be their past selves again. It was a very thriving and quivering adventure going on and she was aboard with it. She would be in control of this experience and enjoy the ride (while wishing she could make her past more noble, more wonderful, than it was.) Dying by hanging wasn’t the most glorious way to go. Nor was beheading like Marie Antoinette (who was Evie Lefevre, a friend of Cindy, from what she heard). So, it was a good thing she didn’t let herself see the gallows and wondered how Marie felt with the guillotine. Probably the same as her with the gallows, horrid and scared, she would think.

The situation was more unique and awkward than seeing those things that pull them out of their minds with phobias; however it was still quite an occurrence from her perspicacity so far. It was up to them if it was stupendous or abominable. They were actually living the roles of their past life or at least body-wise, and she knew the negative and positive of the event itself. Sarah could live with it; the decision was out of her hands.

She could write a novel base on what was happening to them. It would be a bestseller, she was certain of that and fill of it at the idea of publishing a book. Of course, she could or couldn’t do it, but it all depends on the circumstances after the fact that it was display to public view. She knew some of the reincarnates would have a more salubrious view of it than others. Some would find it homogeneous to hilarious or dramatic. Others wouldn’t like it at all. She supposed she didn’t have to publish it and just share it with other reincarnations.

Unlike her boyfriend, Sarah loved to write and was more like Wilbur Wright in that way. Writing was a passion.

Sarah was pondering how to remove the arm of the wheelchair she currently worked for, and she looked around, examining it with both her sense of touch and sight. One hand was on the arm while the other hand was on the ground beside her and between the two bodies in the existent area. She was very much aware of Orville and she wondered if he was with her when a hand touched her own. The same paradisiacal exotic lightning of his touch made her flinch and looked up at him. She tilted her head to look at him as she made for a more contiguous hold of his hand with her own; flipping it over to intertwine fingers.

At his inquiry of her wellbeing, Sarah smiled and inclined her head. “I’m good. Coping nicely, I guess. How are you holding up, Orv?” She catechized him leisurely, but with a little frown of concern for him. It was clear that they both care for each other very much and quite easily even within their former bodies, but it was obvious too. Lenita cared for Oliver shown on Sarah’s face, which was also Lenita in every way as before.

Sarah giggled at his command. “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out,” she told him, taking the offered screwdriver. “This will help,” she smirked and winked flirtatiously. Her smirk turned to a big grin at hearing him say they were a team. She squeezed his hand before letting go to touch the offended piece and started to find that screw again. She found it and used her new ally to take it away. She did the same to the rest of the screws, but still has to use a lot of force to remove the arm off the chair. “Good, huh?” She looked at Orville with a sated smirk on her face at her achievement.

She looked at him at his concurrence and smiled slightly, listening to his ponderings. She smiled when he ask if she wanted to join him after they finish with the wheelchair built for two. “Why, of course, sir,” she said with a wink of excitement and joy. After a few moments her thoughts went back to her question on soulmates and just in time again for Orville to ask her what she was thinking. She blinked and shrugged slightly. “Soulmates?” She simply put then added, “Do you believe in them? Us?”




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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Orville most certainly wanted to be sure that his girlfriend was in fact doing alright. Perhaps because it distracted him from worrying about other things. As new and exciting as this was (and as much as he enjoyed being an adult man once more, rather than a young squeaky voiced teenager), there were all sorts of uncertainties. Why waste his time worrying though when there was adventure to be had? That was how he saw it.

Some might use the term 'you only live once' to apply to such a feeling, but for 40% of Riverdale High School - and 100% of those on this trip - that did not apply at all.

Sarah looked happy though, which meant that he was in turn happy. He did have to wonder what was on her mind during the lull that followed, but as she did not appear outwardly upset, he saw no reason to speak. Perhaps she was only thinking about what to do with the wheelchair? He wasn't entirely sure, but he did know one thing - When he reached out his hand to put on hers, she flipped her own hand so that their palms would meet and that their fingers would intertwine, a much more intimate gesture than simply placing one's hand on another's.

Orville let out a laugh at Sarah's question. How was he holding up? Quite well compared to some of the others. He certainly wasn't locked up in a janitor's closet like Jack and Bathory at the moment, nor was he wheelchair bound like Darwin or Michelangelo. He was not overwhelmingly young (or awkwardly young, as he was in his teenage body), but he was young enough that he did not have to worry about the ravages of aging.

Needless to say, he was holding up quite well.

"I'm doing pretty good."[/color] He responded with a small grin. He could get used to this. He felt that he was in a much better condition to court Lenita this way. He did not have to worry about her being turned off - or worse, laughing at - his voice cracking. He did not have to worry about pimples. Going through puberty once was bad enough, but being forced to go through it twice? Orville/Oliver did not have many complaints about reincarnation, but the awkwardness of puberty he could certainly do without!

"Of course it'll help! I don't expect you to pull it off with your bare hands or anything...though if you're that strong, I may have a few other jobs for you."[/color] He teased back. While Lenita worked on undoing the arm of one wheelchair, Orville worked on the other. His was done only seconds before hers, and he was quite impressed her with progress. "Very good."[/color] He responded to her inquiry, and gave her another peck on the lips.

Orville looked over their handiwork, pondering over what to do next. He was in the process of grabbing a welding tool when Sarah called him sir, thus nearly causing him to drop the expensive piece of equipment that he was holding. He placed the tool gently back onto the ground as Sarah posed a very intriguing questions. Soulmates - Did he believe in them? Did he believe that they were soulmates?

Once upon a time, Orville would have struggled with this question a lot more - Which was saying something, as he still struggled a bit with the answer. It was a heavy question, not for the faint of heart. Orville, in both past and present, was a generally scientific man. He put more stock in science than in faith. Soulmates weren't a scientific idea. They were very much a more abstract concept, one that could not be easily explained away with experiments, like the dynamics of flight.

As of late, though, this was becoming more of a norm than a rarity. The sheer idea of reincarnation blew current scientific understanding out of the water. Perhaps there was a scientific explanation for it, but it certainly had not been reached yet. And though the members of the RSOR had come to terms with the state of their souls, the Night At The Museum scenario was certainly throwing everyone for a loop. He could not think of one person who wasn't at least a tad bit thrown off guard by this whole thing.

The most promising evidence that the theory of soulmates had to offer? Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow found each other again. Even with the idea that a soul had to be historically significant to 'come back', the fact that Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow had been reincarnated at the same age, and were lured to this same school, whether by circumstance or by something else entirely...well, that certainly defied all other explanation.

"I believe in us. I think that's enough, at this point in time. The other questions can be answered later."[/color] He continued to hold her hand in his at this point, his eyes meeting hers, unmoving. He meant every word that he said, and he wanted her to know it. He might not know all of the answers to this particular mystery, but he was certainly willing to stick around and find out!

Word count: 927
To: Leah/Lenita
Notes: Posts that start off slow tend to become some of my longest. 0.o Go figure.