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First Floor Lobby: Wednesday Morning

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.

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"Mmmm. Shakespeare," Didi said, lightly sarcastic. "You should have tried out for the play."

"And there's not much I haven't dreamt of."

"You ever dream of something like this?" Layla asked, "And I'm in no way a good actor. I'm probably better off just watching."

"Everyone in the dorm waking up a boy? No," Didi said. "But one of my siblings changes gender when it feels like it. I might try to summon Desire just to show off."

She probably wouldn't. Desire would never stop laughing.

"Well the he or she would feel pretty much at home here," Layla said listening carefully to Didi. "And when you say Desire you mean the living embodiment of, right? Does that mean just like... emotional desire or desire for wealth? All of the above?"

"Say it, we all do," Didi advised. "And yeah, living embodiment of. Mostly lust, but a lot of people don't really lust for sex."

Which made Desire a little sad.

"It, gotcha," she said. "It must be an interesting embodiment to hang around with."

"Mmmm. Kind of a pain in the ass." Didi said, diplomatically. "Dream and it can't spend three minutes in the same room. I get along with it okay as long as I remember everything's a game, you know?"

"A game?" Layla smirked. "Is that how you view everything?"

"... no," Didi said slowly. "It's how I think Desire sees things. I don't feel the same way, particularly."

"Hmm. Interesting," Layla mused. "Any of them coming for a visit on parents weekend?"

"Don't know. I set an invitation to my little sister," Didi said. "... if you poke her and she makes you think you're a frog, that is so not my fault, Layla."

"Your sister is a gremlin?" Layla asked with raised eyebrow.

"Did turning into a boy break your ears, or are you being irritating on purpose?" Didi ~~snapped~~ snapped. "It's what my family can do. We bend reality. If Delirium wants to make somebody think they're a frog, or a basketball player, or turn herself into a thousand purple-striped frogs, she can."

"I didn't even know your sister was Delirium and what the extent of her powers were," Layla said with a shrug. "Just making a joke there, Didi. Sheesh."

"Yeah, but it was like the second time in two minutes you misunderstood me," Didi pointed out calmly. "Don't insult my family. It's just not good practice."

She ran a hand through her hair. "... I should get to class."

Edited 2009-09-23 16:03 (UTC)

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