Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

After getting back from Colorado, Bruce got some dinner from Ching Tai. Unfortunately, they gave way too much food, so he set up in the common room. If people were hungry, they could take. He could have done that and gone to his room with his food, but he figured that would prevent him from seeing how other people were reacting to the gender switch. And really, his want to be left alone was easily overruled by his curiosity.

While he was in the common room, though, he wasn't touching the TV. It would end up stuck on the Style Network or something if he did. He could deal with being a girl, but that was asking too much.

[OOC: Open like a gender-neutral common room.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I hate today, I hate today, I really hate today ..." Quinn, it seemed, was determined to share her misery as she poked through the food. She was a hot guy, but she was still a guy, and that was just wrong. "And I'm taking some egg rolls."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Well, that was an easy reaction to peg. "Feel free. There's plenty for everyone," Bruce said. "You're not taking today's changes very well, are you?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Yes, Quinn's 'are you really that much of an idiot' look kind of crossed gender lines.

"I randomly woke up a boy," she said, stabbing a pair of chopsticks deep into a carton of sweet-and-sour pork. "What, it didn't wreck the end of your vacation? Or are you always like that?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm normally a bit taller with a deeper voice. I'm Bruce," Bruce said. "But this is pretty far down on the list of worst things that have ever happened to me, so I can deal with it."

Part of that was because having breasts for a day was pretty cool, of course.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Then your life must have really sucked," Quinn decided. "This is just ... gross and I'm big and weird and the only clothes that fit are the stuff I sleep in on fat days."

She glanced over. "I'm Quinn. You ... kind of still look like you."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I've had some rough stretches," Bruce said. "And it's actually a little surprising how that worked out. Most people seem a little farther off than I would have guessed. Almost like they're completely different PBs somehow.."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I don't spend a lot of time thinking about what my friends would look like if they were different genders," Quinn said with a little shrug. "My coloring's about the same, but I don't look like my dad or anything, thank God.

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"We should find whoever is responsible," George suggested, "and hurt them."

There didn't seem to be a single person to blame. That was just going to make this a challenge.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I'd be for that," Quinn decided. "I bet I can hit really hard like this."

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"I think I'm a wimpy guy," George sighed. "But rage probably makes up for a lot."

Or she could stand back and root Quinn on, while she pounded the crap out of whoever was responsible. Something like that.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Rage definitely makes the difference," Quinn said. "I've been in girl fights. I can pull hair."

It was practically cheer camp 101.

"Who are you, anyhow?" she asked. "I'm Quinn."

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"George," she said, wondering if she could place a face to the name 'Quinn.' "As in, Georgia, not -- George. I've never been in a fight. I've hit people, but they usually deserved it."

Mason came to mind.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I never fought anybody who didn't deserve it," Quinn promised. Her standards for 'deserving' might just be a bit off.

"... you're in my movie class." And liked being bitchy at Quinn for no reason, as far as she could tell.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Go for it," Scully said, waving a chopstick at her. "I feel your pain." She paused. "I have no idea who you are. But at least you're cute. I'm Scully."

And my hair sucks.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"You need to do something about that hair if this sticks," Quinn decided. "I'm Quinn. And thank you."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully squinted at her, and decided this appearance did kind of match Quinn, being athletic and tall and blond. "I know. I'm wondering if shaving it to a buzz would work, because this, this is just..." She'd tried to comb it, she'd tried to blow-dry it, it just had a complete mind of its own. "My own hair is not this bad!" She huffed. "I'm six inches taller and I have nothing to wear, either."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"This t-shirt is my boyfriend's, and the sweatpants are for fat days," Quinn said, looking down. "I have nothing for work tomorrow if this doesn't wear off."

Considering what Scully had said, she added, "I'd worry the buzz would stick when you turned back."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully turned pale, and reached up to try to smush her hair down again. "Bruce seems to think it'll wear off by tomorrow." Let Bruce be right. Let him be right. "Otherwise I'll have to shop for something, these are things I snitched from my brothers for keepsakes." She grimaced. "And I need to shave. It's ridiculous."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"It had better wear off," Quinn said balefully. "... I haven't even thought about shaving. Can we just use our regular razors?"

[glacial_queen]

"Arthur?!"

Even though the same thing had happened to her in her hotel room this morning, Karla couldn't help but be thrown at the appearance of someone she knew. And, honestly, it was a very Arthur expression: Most Displeased with Everything.

"Not Arthur," she said a moment later. Though that still didn't actually leave her with any clue who it was.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Arthur," Quinn announced with an affronted look, "is a name for accountants and people in wheelchairs. I'm Quinn. You are ....?"

[glacial_queen]

"Also the Once and Future King," Karla said dryly, suddenly grateful for Drake's class. "He graduated this May. I don't know why you have his face--" though she could hazard a guess "--but it's pretty identical."

Hmm. She wondered if she had a pic of Arthur on her phone to show Quinn. "I'm Karla, from down on the second floor?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"But I want my own face," Quinn pouted. "...wait, Arthur like Camelot Arthur went here? That's cool. Bizarre but cool." And, hey, if she couldn't look like herself, looking like actual royalty was a decent consolation prize.

She eyed Karla coolly. "Yeah, I went to one of your parties."

[glacial_queen]

"Of all the things I'm missing today, my face is actually kind of lower on the list," Karla said, trying not to pout. "But yes, Camelot Arthur."

He's kind of a prat, went unsaid. It could kind of be read as insulting, especially as she'd just pointed out the physical resemblance.

"Right!" Karla said, snapping her fingers as she finally slotted the name with the right face. "You brought wine coolers. They were good."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah, I miss everything, but the face is kind of important," Quinn answered. She noticed Karla sounded a little like she thought this Arthur was an asshole.

"And that's me," she agreed wearily. She was used to being a little more important to parties than wine cooler girl. "And I think if anything ever called for a drink, tonight does."