Room 327- Saturday morning

[notconflicted]

Sia had been here all of a couple weeks, and she'd been woefully underprepared for the idea that she might turn into a pony. That, believe it or not, had not made it into the brochure

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[shestheworst]

So, Britta wasn't exactly too pleased about the pony thing herself, but she figured this might be a good time to make sure she was doing her Big Sibling duties once she figured out that it was definitely a Fandom thing and not a Britta Got Some Really Bad Drugs This Week thing.

Figuring out doors, now that was fun. As well as going down the stairs, but she eventually made it and was glad to see the door open so she could just poke her head in and inquire, "Sia? You here? How're you doing?"

[notconflicted]

"Well," Sia said, speaking in her best 'someone will die for this' voice. "I appear to be a pony today. Possibly for a few days. I'd ask how you think I'm doing but clearly you know from experience."

[shestheworst]

"Actually?" Britta admitted, coming in with a doubtful look on her newly acquired equine face. "This is the first time anything like this has actually happened to me. I mean, sure, there's been gremlin bites, but this is different because it's an actual change and not just me thinking it's a change, because that happens a lot. I...think it goes away?"

Way to be reassuring, there, Britta.

[notconflicted]

Luckily Sia's roommate was more used to this sort of thing. "Juliet says it usually goes away in a couple of days. Such as turning into children or boys."

Force help everyone if Sia was a prince instead of a princess. Changing species spontaneously was one thing, but she had her limits.

[shestheworst]

"Yeah," said Britta a little somberly. "I usually miss those things. See, and this is why you always go out to Baltimore or New York to party on the weekends instead of sticking around this crack fest."

[notconflicted]

"And if you'd become a pony while you were there?" Sia pointed out.

[shestheworst]

"I'd probably be too wasted to notice," Britta realized, wondering if all those weekends, something had actually happened, but everyone was too wasted to notice.

[notconflicted]

"That doesn't sound like fun." Go figure, she wasn't much of a party girl.

[shestheworst]

"Spoken like a person who's never really been out partying so much they can't even remember doing it," Britta said with a wry smirk. "Sounds like I've been slacking off on my sibling duties and need to take you out some weekend to see what I mean."

No, Britta. That was not a part of your sibling duties.

[notconflicted]

"I appreciate the thought, but I prefer to remember my weekends," Sia told her. Though that was one thing she could be honest with her father about simply because there was no way he would ever believe her.

[shestheworst]

"Even these ones?" Britta asked dryly with a pointed lift of a pony brow.

[notconflicted]

"Yes. I might learn something valuable from the experience, annoying as it is."

Way to keep that glass half full, Sia. Oh sorry, trough half full.

[shestheworst]

"Like what?" asked Britta, who found she was actually genuinely curious.

[notconflicted]

"How to better deal with adversity. Problem solving, seeing as how I'm unable to use my hands and must find other ways to do things. It may be easier to be kind to other creatures later simply because I am one at the moment," she reasoned.

[shestheworst]

And, if anything, it was definitely that last one that got Britta. "Okay," she allowed, "maybe there are some lessons to be learned. We can definitely become richer by the experience, but we can also learn things from other experiences, too. Like experiencing completely off the hook parties in the city."

[notconflicted]

"Such as why one might never ever want to do it again?" Sia suggested.