Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

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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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[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

Possibly because males adapt more easily?

It was a theory!

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It seems to be a workable theory," Bruce said. "But not one I'd mention to most of the people in this room."

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

Blackagar glanced around, possibly being too sheltered still. Why not? he wrote back.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"The females who are males might not appreciate it," Bruce said. "It would be like me suggesting that Medusa should do something different with her hair."

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

Oh. Ohhhh.

Well, that made sense then.

Women are very odd creatures, said the next note from Blackagar. Who was a fan of the understatement.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"You've learned something today," Bruce said. "Don't ever tell anyone we talked about this."

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

Blackagar placed his hand over his heart as if to swear an oath silently to the affect. Because this was a special conversation for a special day.

Luckily no one named Margaret needed to talk to god.