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When the elevator doors open, Starfire peeks left, then right, before tiptoeing her way out as quietly as she can when she's sure the coast is as clear as it's going to get. She whistles, attempting to appear as casual as she's able... given the circumstances. It doesn't dawn on her that maybe the fact that she is wrapped from head-to-toe in a white bed sheet, nothing but two bright, green eyes visible through the pleats and folds of the fabric, might have drawn a bit more attention than what was beneath it would have.
She still isn't sure how it happened or why, but she's been trapped in a body that was not the one she was accustom to once before. This time, though, it isn't Raven's body she's found herself in. For the most part, the body looks like hers, just... bigger.
When she's finally close enough, Star squeaks, ditching her casual act and running the rest of the way to the clothing box. Plunging both hands in, she begins pulling items out immediately, a storm of clothing showering down as she tosses what she deems unusable over her shoulders.
"Thank you, but I do not wish to go swimming!" She tells the box when it appears to be dispensing nothing but purple bathing suits. Holding one of the tops at a distance, between her thumb and forefinger, it's only then that she notices she's not entirely alone.
There's a boy, shirt buttons half way done up, eyes the size of dinner plates and one of the discarded bathing suit tops perched on his shoulder where it had landed. Before Star has a chance to apologize, he's gone, running in the opposite direction once he'd successfully shaken off the top.
Turning back to the box, feeling around for something made up of a more substantial amount of fabric, she finally pulls out a sweater that will have to suffice for the time being. Drawing the blanket around her, she sets about getting it on as quickly as she can while keeping covered. It's... snug in areas, but it will do until she can figure out what's going on and how to fix it. Fast.
Even with her own troubles, she wonders if she ought to attempt to find that little boy and tell him she's sorry.
[Star looks like her comic counterpart and the 'bathing suits' all over the floor are different versions of said counterpart's usual get-up. Should anybody want him, the boy that zipped by was wee Fitch Cooper. All Ts welcome.]
She still isn't sure how it happened or why, but she's been trapped in a body that was not the one she was accustom to once before. This time, though, it isn't Raven's body she's found herself in. For the most part, the body looks like hers, just... bigger.
When she's finally close enough, Star squeaks, ditching her casual act and running the rest of the way to the clothing box. Plunging both hands in, she begins pulling items out immediately, a storm of clothing showering down as she tosses what she deems unusable over her shoulders.
"Thank you, but I do not wish to go swimming!" She tells the box when it appears to be dispensing nothing but purple bathing suits. Holding one of the tops at a distance, between her thumb and forefinger, it's only then that she notices she's not entirely alone.
There's a boy, shirt buttons half way done up, eyes the size of dinner plates and one of the discarded bathing suit tops perched on his shoulder where it had landed. Before Star has a chance to apologize, he's gone, running in the opposite direction once he'd successfully shaken off the top.
Turning back to the box, feeling around for something made up of a more substantial amount of fabric, she finally pulls out a sweater that will have to suffice for the time being. Drawing the blanket around her, she sets about getting it on as quickly as she can while keeping covered. It's... snug in areas, but it will do until she can figure out what's going on and how to fix it. Fast.
Even with her own troubles, she wonders if she ought to attempt to find that little boy and tell him she's sorry.
[Star looks like her comic counterpart and the 'bathing suits' all over the floor are different versions of said counterpart's usual get-up. Should anybody want him, the boy that zipped by was wee Fitch Cooper. All Ts welcome.]