First Floor Lobby: Wednesday Morning

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Ah. Genderswap day. Layla was up early this morning in the lobby setting up bin of underwear, jeans and t-shirts for the newly awakened guys to partake of.

Everything was organized according to style and then size for the convenience of anyone coming down stairs in a panic of some sort.

Layla then settled down in a sunny spot (please not that her skin was not sparkly, thank you very much) and started reading Ayn Rand for probably the one hundredth time.

The Stables [morning]

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Aravis had been somewhat irritated by her transformation, in a stunning change of pace. She was, however, grateful that she was once again somewhat attractive, and that she had located her set of simple male clothing, though it was a touch small on her. Because of course now she just had to be tall, didn't she?

In any case, she tried to approach Trenor as cautiously as she could, hoping that her smell stayed the same and he wouldn't be wary. If nothing else, she had apples, and he would never say no to those, even if from a stranger.

[open toooooo, yes.]

Magic Reserve - The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

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Nobody was at the usual meeting place. Instead, the Magic Reservists would find arrows drawn in the air with blue magical energy. (Look, Tony only had so many cool tricks. He had to make do with what he was given. Besides, it was easier than sticking signs to grass.) The arrows pointed to a space about a hundred feet away, where the ground rose up to make a small hill. The leaders of the Magic Reserve stood at the top of the hill. Refreshments were set up a few feet away from the base of the hill.

"Hey, everyone," Tony said. "Before we get started, I'd like everyone to fill out a brief survey. Let us know where you feel your strengths are and what you think are your weak spots. General stuff, like distance attacks, focused attacks, shielding, scrying, that sort of thing. Next week we'll pair you up with someone who will balance you out and practice working together."

Karla was not in a mood to be particularly helpful today. In fact, most of her thoughts were trending in the complete opposite direction. This probably stemmed from the fact that Karla was currently a male. Sure, it had happened to all the females on the island, but from her expression, she seemed to be taking it personally.

The additional testosterone probably wasn't helping any.

Thus, when it was her turn to speak, she kept it short, brief, and to the point. "Anyone feels the need to laugh or make a comment and I will cheerfully set you on fire."

She didn't look like she was kidding.

...Yes, she was still rather terrifying as a boy.

Merlin eyed her warily before nodding along with that. "So, today we'll be playing a spot of King Of The Hill. And... um... let's all try not to bring up the changes to the girls, yes?"

Rather than respond, Karla just stormed off to the edges of the crowd. It was probably a safe bet that she didn't have anything else to add.

"...Tony?" Merlin prompted, sounding a bit desperate.

"Um, yeah," Tony said. He pointed randomly in the opposite direction of Karla. "You're the King to start. Everyone else's job is to knock you off the top of the hill. Think of ways to push, pull and move, not attack and injure, okay?" They had a five minute break to clear the playing field and then Tony gave the signal to start.

[OCD up!]

The Salle - Wednesday morning - 9/23

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Fiona hadn't come to the salle for a while, since she had no regular lessons and she'd been trying to find other ways to deal with some of her emotional issues, but she considered this morning a perfect opportunity for a visit.

A sword was pulled out, drills were started... she was trying not to go after the training dummies today, and the drills were helping on their own. The new balance and the slightly different biomechanics were interesting to work through, after all, and the new height felt rather nice as well. As long as she didn't think too hard about the fact that she was, in fact, a man right now, she could actually enjoy this whole mess.

[open as a salle is!]

Cheerleading Practice - The Gym [after classes]

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The first practice of the new semester... and the majority of the squad was probably male.

Joan got to the gym early and set up the mats and everything. She was excited about the new squad members. There was 80s music blaring through the gym while she got everything ready.

Girls with Guns [Wednesday after classes]

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This week Triela's hair was back up in its usual pigtails and her suit had pants. She seemed much more comfortable. Though part of that may have been attributable to the fact that she had two good eyes this week. In fact, it didn't look like she'd ever been hideously injured in the first place.

"We talked about submachine guns last week," she said without preamble. "This week we're going to focus on some rifles. The word 'rifle' covers dozens of different specialties, but today we're going to focus on two of them."

Triela walked over to a pair of open rifle cases. "This," she waved at one, "is a Heckler & Koch G36 assault rifle, and this," she waved at the other, "is a Heckler and Koch G3 battle rifle. Notice that they look extremely similar to one another. They are both designed by the same company and use many of the same design principles. In fact, battle rifles are often misidentified as assault rifles for this very reason."

"But in use they're very different." Triela grinned and picked up a pair of bullets, one in each hand. "Assault rifles fire smaller bullets than battle rifles, which is the major point of differentiation between them. The bullets are still bigger than those of a pistol or SMG, but when it comes to rifles the size does matter."

She closed her fist around the smaller bullet and held out the larger one. "The larger rounds fired by a battle rifle give it increased range and damage potential, but at the cost of higher recoil and weight. Most battle rifles hold only two thirds the ammunition of an assault rifle. Now, you might think this is a fair trade-off, and for years weapon designers did. But as combat moved more and more into cities it became clear that no one needed the extra range of the battle rifle because no one was firing from out of range of the smaller assault rifle. And while an assault rifle does less damage, it still does enough damage to take out a target, so the battle rifle has generally been phased out of general use as being more powerful than necessary, which is a big deal when it also has less ammo."

"Like last week you're welcome to borrow either of these to get a feel for them, or you can just do what you usually do." Triela looked around and smirked ever so slightly. "And if any of you need help adjusting your stance because Fandom is screwing with you today, let me know."

The Roof [Wednesday, Afternoon]

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Even after a couple of hours to uh, get used to her new parts, Effy was still a little unimpressed by the situation. Look, she liked guys. A lot. That didn't mean she wanted to be one, particularly. As sure as she was that it would wear off... It was weird.

Smoking was really her best counter for that sort of thing, and it didn't take her long after sorting out something to wear that actually fitted her before she was getting restless and ventured out on the roof to sit in her traditional spot, cross-legged and pull out a pack.

Her body may have changed, but she definitely had not.

[[Roof is open like, well, a roof.]]

Third floor common room [Wednesday afternoon]

[weldedtomyspine]

Once he'd encountered a few people and figured out what was going on, Jaime had almost locked himself in his room. Not because he wasn't used to weird stuff, but because he wasn't used to being more off-balance than the Scarab. Usually he was calm and collected and the Scarab flipped out an told him to blow things up.

Not that the Scarab wasn't flipping out and telling him to blow things up, it was just that the Scarab was apparently unimpressed by the fact that a lot of girls were now boys. Which was not supposed to happen. So Jaime found himself in a weird position where he was confused and unstable while the Scarab just kept on business-as-usual.

And there was only one thing Jaime knew of that would help stabilize him at a time like this... Home cooking. And while he didn't have his mom around to do it, he did have a phone and could follow a recipe.

Which explained the rich smell of beef and peppers and mole sauce wafting through the common room. Jaime felt himself relaxing already.

6th Floor, Wednesday After Classes

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After Jon had stopped laughing at the fact that all the girls were guys, he got smart. Very smart. He went and bought a few dozen cartons of ice cream and set them up in coolers full of ice on the 6th floor. Then he put up signs on every floor.

"Free ice cream for all the girls-who-are-guys today! 6th Floor!"

Just because they were physically male, didn't mean they weren't still girls.

Gym [Wednesday evening]

[momslilassassin]

Watching his grandfather and Kyle Katarn (his internal voice still got kind of squeaky when Master Katarn was mentioned) really let loose yesterday with lightsabers reminded Ben rather starkly how far he still had to go.

Which was why he was in the gym tonight, beating industriously on one of the punching bags. And only some of the reason was to work off all of the ice cream he kept eating.

Really.

[OOC: Open!]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

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Gwen had gotten her freak-out over being a boy out of her system last time this had happened (the fact she'd turned into an attractive boy helped some), so right now she was more concerned with food and coffee, with the latter taking priority.

And if she kept checking herself out in reflective surfaces every time she passed one, well, she didn't look like this every day.

[Open like common rooms are]

The Roof, Late Wednesday Night

[bitchy_smurf]

One could only spend so many evenings almost-politely pretending not to watch Sam Winchester sleep before one needed to find alternate amusements. Up here, there was sky, at least, and stars, and in the distance, the sea. The universe was still too small, but not as small as that choked-off box of wriggling human larvae had been today, drenched in the stench of sweat, fear, and testosterone.

Illyria didn't smell like testosterone. She didn't smell like anything, and she looked...like Illyria.

You could ask.

You could.

[OOC: Open at least until I craaaash!]