Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

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Bruce had no interest in dealing with the television today. It was going to just show something that some people would think he'd find embarrassing, he wouldn't be embarrassed (or even annoyed), and that would be it. But there was enough embarrassment and annoyance going around the dorms today, it seemed, so Bruce was going to try to tackle that in some small way: with cake.

Sure, he didn't usually eat much junk food, but he figured that a day when someone changed genders might not be so bad if it was changed to the day when someone changed genders and also had cake. In the meantime, he was just going to read a book about chess strategies while having a piece of cake himself.

[OOC: Open CR, open cake. Whatever that means, I don't know.]

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[wrongkindofsith]

Cara mumbled a thank-you, but it was hard to tell with the permasulk she'd fallen into.

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy wasn't much better, but managed to bang down a full mug next to her without actually breaking it or spilling anything. Barely.

Stupid too big - everything.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara carefully wrapped her hands around the mug.

She'd spent half her morning trying not to fall over as this stupid oversized body had thrown off her sense of balance. It was probably a good thing her feet were no longer small enough to fit into her boots, considering.

[walkswithcoyote]

"It's the good kind," Mercy said. "With a hint of heat."

And that sounded completely wrong coming out of this mouth, so she grabbed her own mug and slumped down on the couch.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Stupid island." This was worse than turning into a pony or a chipmunk, at least she'd been the right gender those times.

[walkswithcoyote]

"No kidding," Mercy grumbled. "And if it had to change us, at least it could have changed some of our clothes, you know?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara glared balefully at her bed-sheet. "That would have been too helpful."

[walkswithcoyote]

"Yeah." She looked at the bedsheet. "Nothing loose to wear, huh?"

Not that her skintight and way too short pajama bottoms and t-shirt were all that much better.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara shook her head. "Leather doesn't stretch well."

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy winced. "I guess not. I have an extra pair of pajama bottoms if you want."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Thanks," Cara muttered. The sheet kept tangling around her legs, and she had to be careful when she sat.

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy nodded and went back to the room for another pair, which she tossed to the other guy. Girl. "There. Those should help."