Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

[willbethenight]

After getting back from Colorado, Bruce got some dinner from Ching Tai. Unfortunately, they gave way too much food, so he set up in the common room. If people were hungry, they could take. He could have done that and gone to his room with his food, but he figured that would prevent him from seeing how other people were reacting to the gender switch

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[showmetheproof]

This was not Scully's day.

She'd been horrified to wake up as a guy, then fascinated, then clinically amazed, but honestly. Among other things?

Permanent bed-head. Apparently.

Walking into the common room, she gave the newcomer a wary look. "Hi."

[willbethenight]

"Good evening," Bruce said, looking up. Catching Scully's look, he decided to break the ice. "Let me guess. You're actually a girl."

Yes, Bruce was leading with the less than astonishing deductions since he couldn't quite guess who the boy actually was yet.

[showmetheproof]

Scully stopped, took a breath, and said, "Yes. Which is... this is even more ridiculous than having the impulse to destroy things. How can this happen?"

And could it un-happen any time soon? Please?

[willbethenight]

"Easily, it seems," Bruce said. "It got most of the people in Vail, after all. I'm Bruce, in case you couldn't tell."

[chief_cheerio]

"I hate today, I hate today, I really hate today ..." Quinn, it seemed, was determined to share her misery as she poked through the food. She was a hot guy, but she was still a guy, and that was just wrong. "And I'm taking some egg rolls."

[willbethenight]

Well, that was an easy reaction to peg. "Feel free. There's plenty for everyone," Bruce said. "You're not taking today's changes very well, are you?"

[chief_cheerio]

Yes, Quinn's 'are you really that much of an idiot' look kind of crossed gender lines.

"I randomly woke up a boy," she said, stabbing a pair of chopsticks deep into a carton of sweet-and-sour pork. "What, it didn't wreck the end of your vacation? Or are you always like that?"

[willbethenight]

"No, I'm normally a bit taller with a deeper voice. I'm Bruce," Bruce said. "But this is pretty far down on the list of worst things that have ever happened to me, so I can deal with it."

Part of that was because having breasts for a day was pretty cool, of course.

[onapalebicycle]

George hated everything. As in, everything, ever. If you wanted her to list things off, a good place to start would be "my boobs are gone" and "I hate being a boy."

She stomped into the common room that had people in it -- none of whom she recognized, obviously. Wonderful.

"I hate this island," she announced, to no one in particular.

[willbethenight]

"Any special reason why?" Bruce asked in a deadpan. Like anyone hated it for any other reason today.

[onapalebicycle]

"The weather," George said, entirely deadpan. "I miss all the fucking Seattle rain."

[willbethenight]

"Hold out hope that it'll be worse tomorrow," Bruce suggested.

[sexonyoursheets]

"I have boobs," Puck announced, wandering into the room. "It's awesome. I love this island."

[chief_cheerio]

That reaction was not too hard to peg, strangely enough. "Puck, or just somebody who's acting like him?" Quinn asked.

Because of course he should recognize her. Duh. (To be fair, the fact she'd stolen this t-shirt from Finn should help.)

[sexonyoursheets]

Yeah, that did, but this was Puck so give him a second to connect the dots. "Quinn, you look different."

[chief_cheerio]

"I didn't notice," Quinn deadpanned. "I mean, I'm hot, but this still really sucks. I'm going to go insane if I don't go back to being a girl."

... not because she missed playing with her boobs all the time, Puck.

[hotmugofstfu]

Blackagar waved at the girl in the room, hoping that she--maybe he?--was someone he actually knew.

This was an interesting day so far.

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn waved back. "Have some Chinese food," she suggested. "It makes this suck a little less. Almost."

[hotmugofstfu]

China was a country! He knew that much, at least!

Blackagar smiled back, shoulders slumping a bit in resignation as he fished out his notebook from the pocket of Medusa's jacket to write out:

Thank you. May I ask who you are?

[chief_cheerio]

"I'm Quinn," Quinn said. "So you're ... one of the ones who doesn't talk. And you aren't wearing a huge scarf."

Give her a second. "Blackagar?"