fandomhighdorms | Third floor common room, Saturday morning

It had actually taken Raven a little while to realize that something had gone terribly wrong this morning. A few minutes in which she had hidden in a stall in the bathroom, staring into a compact mirror and cursing as she tried to make herself look like anything other than her natural blue scaley self.

She'd then spent another half and hour in said bathroom stall attempting the calming and meditation techniques Charles had taught her in order to try to regain control over her ability.

It wasn't working. She'd completely lost her ability to shift.

This had led to rushing back to her room in a flurry, grabbing the only pair of jeans she owned, her formal gloves, and -- at a loss for a top that provided the proper coverage -- one of Chuck's hooded sweatshirts and pulled them all on before anyone could see her in her blue glory.

Now? Now, hood pulled up to shadow her face as much as possible, she was raiding the common room kitchen for food before looking for somewhere to hide. Maybe she'd try to find Dracula. He had some limited shapeshifting abilities, maybe he could advise her? He'd at least make sure no one tried to kill her, right?

She muttered a flurry of very unladylike words as she grabbed an entire loaf of bread and attempted to cram it into her purse.

She was going to need a bigger bag.

[ooc: Chuck's sweatshirt modded with permission. Post is quite open, yes indeed.]

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"I don't know," she said, pulling her hand off the cabinet and realizing her other hand was sticking to the bowl. "That's weird."

"Did someone put glue on them?" Raven reached out hesitantly and pushed on the cabinet. If she stuck, she could just pull her hand out of her glove, after all.

She didn't stick.

"That's weird," she agreed.

"...I have to try something," Maddie said, toeing off her shoes because she wasn't sure this would work if she didn't. "Don't look at me funny."

"I'm blue and have scales. I don't have room to look at anyone funny."

Maddie (wisely, for once) didn't say anything to that, and just went over to the nearest open wall so that she could put her hands on it. Yep, they were sticking. Then she lifted one foot onto the wall, and when that stuck too she climbed halfway up and then looked back at Raven. "I can wallcrawl!"

Raven grinned up at her. "That's fantastic!"

Maddie pushed off the wall to land back on the floor, looking pretty happy about it. And of course she had to try to webshoot, making the 'thwip' gesture and everything... and okay that didn't work.

"Whatever, I can wallcrawl," she said, still smiling.

"I bet you could walk on the ceiling if you wanted to," Raven said. "You weren't able to do that, before?"

"Nope. Totally powerless," Maddie said, and corrected. "Well. Totally powerless for a few months now. But I couldn't do this before."

And while she wouldn't say it aloud, she'd soooo missed having powers. Eve if she was sort of disappointed she probably couldn't swing from buildings.

"Wait, what happened a few months ago? Was it like this?" Was Raven going to have to spend months powerless only to get something random later?

"Oh, no no no," Maddie said quickly. "I used to, uh. I had powers, but they were pretty much going to turn me into a walking ghost in like ten years, so when someone offered to cure me, I took it. Nothing to do with Fandom."

"Oh my gosh! How were they going to turn you into a ghost?!"

"I could turn into any form of gas," Maddie explained. "Which was kind of cool, but my molecules were losing cohesion so eventually that'd be my normal form and I'd be body-less. Which... would suck."

Raven could already imagine the sorts of things Charles would have to say about that. "That's terrible. There wasn't any other way to stop it? They had to get rid of your powers completely?"

"They were working on it, but it was slow going, and not a huge priority with way bigger stuff going on. I'm okay with it, though," Maddie assured her. "Losing my powers was completely my choice."

"That's good. I used to want to get rid of mine, sometimes. But only if I could choose what I ended up looking like."

Third floor common room, Saturday morning

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