Third floor common room, Saturday morning

[tigerundercover]

It had actually taken Raven a little while to realize that something had gone terribly wrong this morning. A few minutes in which she had hidden in a stall in the bathroom, staring into a compact mirror and cursing as she tried to make herself look like anything other than her natural blue scaley self.

She'd then spent another half and hour in said bathroom stall attempting the calming and meditation techniques Charles had taught her in order to try to regain control over her ability.

It wasn't working. She'd completely lost her ability to shift.

This had led to rushing back to her room in a flurry, grabbing the only pair of jeans she owned, her formal gloves, and -- at a loss for a top that provided the proper coverage -- one of Chuck's hooded sweatshirts and pulled them all on before anyone could see her in her blue glory.

Now? Now, hood pulled up to shadow her face as much as possible, she was raiding the common room kitchen for food before looking for somewhere to hide. Maybe she'd try to find Dracula. He had some limited shapeshifting abilities, maybe he could advise her? He'd at least make sure no one tried to kill her, right?

She muttered a flurry of very unladylike words as she grabbed an entire loaf of bread and attempted to cram it into her purse.

She was going to need a bigger bag.

[ooc: Chuck's sweatshirt modded with permission. Post is quite open, yes indeed.]

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa had woken up today knowing straightaway that her powers appeared to have gone into some sort of... remission or something. There was no frost in her bedsheets, there was no need for her usual 'conceal, don't feel,' mantra. And, in a fit of daring, she'd left her gloves on her nightstand before making her way out into the common room. If it was safe to be social today, she was going to make the most of it.

By some miracle, she'd figured out how to work the kettle (the fact that the plug looked about the right size to fit into the outlet had been a good hint), and she'd made herself some tea. She hadn't quite worked her way up to the point of turning on the television yet, but she had found a ball of yarn and a crochet hook, and while she'd never really tried crochet before, she seemed to be a good way along in making the first of a pair of long lace gloves. It was remarkable what a person could do with their hands when they weren't wearing thick gloves over them all of the time, apparently.

As she crocheted, she hummed a little to herself. Today was shaping up to be a pleasant day, and she'd worry about what was going on with her powers later.

[OOC: That moment when two people post the same common room at the same time. Changed to afternoon, and open!]

The Gym - Saturday Afternoon

[lil-nikita.livejournal.com]

Alex was at the gym just as she was almost every day. She'd been thinking about what was discussed in the Coping With Change class yesterday. Punching the bag had become a coping ritual for her, something she constantly relied on now. Today was no different. With every punch, she thought about all the things she'd been through, and how she emerged a stronger person. At least that's what Nikita tells her often.

It was just like one of her favorite symbols: the butterfly. She made a transformation of sorts. The punching bag, in a way, helped her get here.

Maybe that had something to do with it suddenly changing color. The bag changed to a light shade of yellow...like some butterflies.

What the hell? This was taking a metaphor a little too literally.

Alex was baffled at how she made it change, but she also thought it was the coolest thing ever!

[open!]

1st Floor Rec Room, Saturday Night

[not_a_moonie]

Alana had woken up without her wings, leading her to panic about whether there might be some bizarre wing-stealing virus on the loose.

Then she'd gone online to research whether any such illness existed and gotten distracted reading websites about some kind of Earth demi-god called angels, who were apparently watching over her. (Huh?). She couldn' decide whether the idea was kind of sweet, or just straight-up icky.

Then she'd tried on a bunch of clothes she'd bought in Fandom but had been too lazy so far to alter wing holes into. And then she'd realized she was hungry, thought wistfully about pizza, sneezed, seen a flash of purple light, and -- whoops! She was in town. At the pizza place.

Fifteen minutes later, she was back at the dorm, with a large pepperoni pizza and absolutely no idea what was going on. But at least she had pizza. So that was nice. She turned on the big TV in the rec room and tried to lose herself in a movie about a brother and sister who were way, way, way too close.

[OOC: Open! Alana got Eleanor Lamb's teleportation.]