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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Night

After two years-and-counting in Fandom, all Tara had done when she woke up a boy was sigh wearily and hope it was her last time for the ritual humiliation. She didn't like dealing with boy bits, even if it was just for a weekend. But beyond that and a scrabble for clothes, it was a normal day.

Which meant that after dinner, she was about ready to be vaguely social. She printed out a recipe and started working on a batch of banana nut muffins. Baking was a comfort, even if you were stuck in the wrong body.

[OOC: Open common room.]

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There were two factors keeping Stephanie from the fifth floor common room: the first being that she was not about to make an idiot out of herself in front of Bruce like this (part of her was still firmly convinced he'd tell her she was being a boy all wrong), and the second that it was three flights further up.

Plus she could smell food.

"Upside to this situation, upside to this situation," she singsonged -- in a falsetto voice one wouldn't expect most teenage boys to be comfortable busting out in front of other people -- as she wandered in, "where are youuuuuuuuu, you elusive ray of sunshine?"

Tara had to smile at that.

"It'll be over eventually and this is my last time through, Gods willing?" she offered. "Unless you're always a boy and you're talking about something totally different. Hey. I'm Tara."

"I'm not a boy, but I play one on TV," Stephanie quipped (it was an oldie but goodie!). "In the glamorous career I only have in some strange parallel universe, probably. Stephanie, and I swear I don't usually look like this."

"Yeah, I figured that from the part where your name was Stephanie," Tara said, with a tiny smile. "Though ... apparently there was an English guy Tara once? So, maybe names aren't the best thing to go by."

"I've never heard of a boy Stephanie before," she remarked, perching on the arm of the couch. "But then again, I could've been from three centuries ago when naming conventions were different, so assuming might be bad."

She crinkled up her nose. "Oh, god. Maybe we should get nametag stickers for the weekend, because I can see these conversations getting old really fast."

"It could be worse," Tara offered. "It could be about, um, how hard clothes are to find, or how we miss our chests and hair, or how strange peeing standing up is."

She moved her mouth apologetically. "Sorry. This is my third time. Talking about names ... not the worst conversations."

Edited 2011-09-25 01:45 (UTC)

So for the second time today, Toby found himself drawn to the second floor common room. This time, by the smell of baking.

"Oh, hey," he said, smiling at the guy already there. "Those smell really good." And was he sharing? Toby hoped so.

"Ew, completely bizarro," Stephanie said in regard to the peeing standing up thing. "I lucked out and borrowed my boyfriend's clothes, anyway. This is another thing that goes away on its own, right?"

"Take one from the last batch," Tara said, smiling back. "They should be cool. And, uh, I'm Tara. Usually a girl."

"Toby," he introduced himself. "And I'm- supposed to be like this. A guy, I mean. But I guess that's... going around, today?"

Tara nodded. "Yeah, just a weekend, thank god. But, uh, it comes back just about every year."

She shrugged. "The first time it hit, nobody warned me and my roommate basically had to talk me out of a panic attack."

"Can't blame you," Stephanie said sympathetically. "I freaked out too. The good part is, we can all be weirded out together."

She tapped a finger against her lips. "And find ways to make jokes about it. Definitely."

There were a lot of bad puns just waiting to be made here.

"Looks like it," Tara said. "It's better than last year, though. Last year it hit on the last day of our fall break trip, so it was just kind of ... frantic. And extra annoying."

"I haven't, um, gotten to the jokes part yet," Tara admitted. "But if you have one, I really want to hear it. Maybe I'll even laugh."

"Ugh, I can imagine," Toby made a sympathetic face as he snagged a muffin. "...There's a fall break trip?" That probably wasn't supposed to be the important piece of information in that last statement, there.

"Oooh, jokes under pressure," Stephanie quipped. That was actually when she came up with her best ones, but that usually involved the kind of pressure with dangerous things flying at her head and people who could pound her into a pulp. "Gimme a sec and I'll see what --"

She paused, and slapped herself in the forehead.

"There is no joke here that isn't horribly immature."

Surreal was so Not Amused. She had to go out for food eventually, but none of her shirts fit. A skirt would do well enough for now, since her pants were also too tight, but this was simply ridiculous.

"Something smells good," she said, wandering in to open the ice-box and see if there was anything she could steal. "Are you normally a male?"

The smell of muffins was draw to even the most stalwart of boys. "Hi," Marshall said, smiling at the guy doing the baking. "It's... not a problem if this isn't my common room, right?"

Someone hadn't really been out for much socialising since he got to Fandom, no.

"Well," Tara said. "There goes that theory. But ... the whole situation feels sort of immature, doesn't it? And gross."

"If it is I'm probably in trouble several times over," Toby admitted with a shrug. "And since I've never been so much as called to the principal's office, I think you're good."

"Uh-huh," Tara said, earnest. "I have no idea who pays for it, but last year we got skiing in Colorado, and the year before that we were at this lake in the Catskills."

She thought about it. "Probably it's about three weeks off."

"Only when this hits every year," Tara said. "The rest of the time, nope. My name's Tara."

She watched the fridge-prowl. "You could have a muffin, if you want."

"Exceptionally," Stephanie agreed. "I feel vaguely more informed about certain mysteries of the world now, but I don't know how rewarding that is."

"Seriously?" Toby had been bracing himself for disappointment, school trips had never been on the list of things he'd had a chance to participate in, but if the school paid for it...

"Before this summer, I'd never even left Ontario," he admitted, sounding a little awed by the prospect.

"I was going to make everyone sign an oath to the second floor in blood," Tara joked. "But I might get in trouble. Seriously, you're fine."

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