Room 311, Sunday Morning
As Z woke up and opened her eyes, she hoped she was back in her own body, in her own room.
The day before had been strange even by her standards. It was bad enough that she got stuck in a guy body; it was one with detention, though the assignment hadn't been too bad and she'd gotten to talk to Alec and Cally (who had been way too cheerful for detention).
After detention, she had talked to Jamie, who looked like Hamlet, and Bridge, who was just himself, in the common room. She frowned, remembering the conversation with Bridge; it seemed like he thought there was something she was forgetting. And Jamie's powers in the wrong body didn't work any better than hers did.
Cautiously, she ran a hand down her body, hoping the whatever-this-was was over.
Nope. Still Tyler. Damn.
Moving carefully in case Alec had made it back the night before -- and what was the dumb luck on her spending a night in this room in the wrong body? -- she yanked on a t-shirt and sweats and left the room, heading for the gym. Future cops had to be in good shape, right?
[OOC: Closed unless roomie wants to tag in.]
The day before had been strange even by her standards. It was bad enough that she got stuck in a guy body; it was one with detention, though the assignment hadn't been too bad and she'd gotten to talk to Alec and Cally (who had been way too cheerful for detention).
After detention, she had talked to Jamie, who looked like Hamlet, and Bridge, who was just himself, in the common room. She frowned, remembering the conversation with Bridge; it seemed like he thought there was something she was forgetting. And Jamie's powers in the wrong body didn't work any better than hers did.
Cautiously, she ran a hand down her body, hoping the whatever-this-was was over.
Nope. Still Tyler. Damn.
Moving carefully in case Alec had made it back the night before -- and what was the dumb luck on her spending a night in this room in the wrong body? -- she yanked on a t-shirt and sweats and left the room, heading for the gym. Future cops had to be in good shape, right?
[OOC: Closed unless roomie wants to tag in.]