First Floor Lobby: Friday Morning

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

To those transformed "girls" waking up this morning, Layla had arranged a special gift for them. In the first floor lobby (as well as in the common rooms) an arrangement of women's underwear and sports bras in various colors and sizes were laid out on display.

Along with a sign indicating that they were free to take for any male students who were temporarily transformed.

As for Layla herself she was sitting on one of the couches in the lobby to watch the parade of girls leaving the dorms as she perused her new copy of Tiger Beat.

The Roof, Friday Morning

[endsthegame]

It had happened as it had happened the last time: overnight, while Ender was still awake, bundled up in blankets on the roof with his laptop in front of him, working. His position shifted slightly, his center of gravity dropped, his arms grew shorter and his waist grew thinner.

He was a girl again. A slightly more matured girl - for women did reach puberty quicker than men - than he'd been the last time this had happened, but still fundamentally a girl.

His mouth twisted into a slight grimace because of the coming discomfort of his body, but it felt altogether natural anyway. He kept on working. This was hardly going to distract him, although it might shift his point of view slightly.

That was welcome, too.

[[ open! ]]

The Salle, Friday afternoon

[future_sandworm]

Being a girl and looking like his twin sister was no excuse for not showing up to teach his students. In fact, it offered a wonderful opportunity to confuse them, one that Leto certainly wanted to make the most of.

He had picked two knives and were doing some drills, trying to get used to moving with precision in this body.

[very open!]

5th Floor Common Room, Afternoon

[oops-mbad.livejournal.com]

It was almost noon by the time Diana had finally gotten out of bed and made her way into the common room, Samuel padding along behind her. Being a girl herself (and with a female roommate), she hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. Yet.

She did however find an West Wing East Corridor on on TV and enough cereal for a small army. So now there was an actual girl, in her pajamas, eating dry cereal and shouting at the television. There was also a cat playing with cereal on the floor, but he wasn't shouting at the television. Yet.

[Having a weird day and bored. CR open like an open thing!]

Second Floor Common Room, Friday

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was not having a good day. For one, he had boobs. For two, he was hungry. For three, he was a girl.

Did the hungry part go forgotten?


So here he was in the Best Ever Common Room, cooking up some pasta.



[open! and who decided to hold this day while I'm bunnysitting and my good girl/mullet/tanktop icons are on the other computer?!]

The Roof, Friday evening

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Other people's cognitive dissonance aside, Dinah was finding the latest weirdness totally amusing. Much better than fighting demons or being a vampire. She still had stuff to think over from both those interludes, but at least today was being a good distraction.

Right now she was practicing her air-walking on the roof again, though, and actually doing pretty well at it.

[ooc: totally open, especially to those cognitively dissonant today.]

The Salle, Friday Evening

[weetuskenraider]

It had been a weird day. The kind of weird day she'd missed badly on her trip home, granted, but when faced with George who usually looked like Jacen suddenly looking like Jaina and flirting with her, Tahiri would almost rather have opted for facing another Yuuzhan Vong fleet.

But given that the last one she'd faced had ended up pretty much obliterated and when it came down to it she really wasn't in a hurry to find another one, she was just going to have to settle for lightsaber practice. She hadn't had much time to do that on her trip, either, and she had lost time to make up for.

You'd think having a remote flying around shooting energy bolts at you wouldn't be that comforting. In this case you'd be wrong.

[OOC: 'tis open, of course; mind the lasers.]

Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

After discerning that the men of Fandom were getting in touch with their feminine sides today, through her interaction with Worf this morning and a quick -- overwhelming, but thankfully quick -- mental scan of the dorms, Sookie made her way out to the common room with a mission in mind.

First, she had obtained copies of a few movies -- The Journal was where she was starting, but she figured that a little social experiment about whether chick flicks would appeal to the boys in their new bodies was worth attempting. She'd brought out tissues, too, considering that she knew she'd need them, if no one else. She'd heard about this movie.

Secondly, she had a bag of little individually-wrapped chocolates. Again, social experiment. She was just curious. And completely willing to share.

[open like a common room. The Journal = The Notebook, which missed_the_gate HATES, somehow! I think she has no soul.]