Fourth Floor Common Room [Saturday late morning]

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When Olive had woken to the shrieks of her classmates and seen unfamiliar young ladies in the halls, she'd put it together with the information she'd been given about people changing genders, and she laaaaaaughed. Oh, initially, how she'd laughed

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[godgavemecable]

"I find that sign offensive," Toby said haughtily as he made his way into the common room.

He was smiling, though, so... probably not all that offended, really.

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"Do you find that it lacks in accuracy?" Olive asked, prodding at the pancakes. "And are you male, usually, or have we just not met before?"

Oh, the questions you asked here.

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"It is definitely lacking," Toby said. "And yes. We've met."

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"Care to give me a hint?" she asked dryly.

[regretiz4suckas]

Kenzi had gotten up and missed some of the action-- but not she knew what was going on. Yay!

So there were some Goth skirts, and a couple bustiers in there, guys. You're welcome.

"You are handling this way well," she complimented Olive, messing with her phone settings.

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"I was warned," Olive noted dryly. "I'm just glad that the girls got skipped. Ha ha, sucks to be a dude today." She glanced at Kenzi, and added, "Are you normally male? Because I mean all of that still, I'm just checking."

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"Bless the Big Sister-Brother system," Kenzi said, flopping onto the couch. "And yeah, no, I'm always like this, except when I'm rocking the guyliner and stubble. Kenzi, from down on second floor."

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"Olive, from down the hall," she said with a little wave. "Not gonna lie, I'm doing this now in the hopes that some kind boy will take pity on me the day I wake up with a dick. Because that is gonna be a rough, rough time for me."

[squire_hand]

James (Jamie?) was not happy about the recent turn of events, but grateful that someone offered this opportunity. His own wardrobe lacked the relevant garments.

"Thanks," mumbled through an unfamiliar mouth with an unfamiliar voice.

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"Haaaaang on," Olive said, holding up a finger. "I'm gonna need a name if you're taking my stuff."

So she would know who to beat in order to get it back.

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Oh. Right. "Ja--Jamie. Today, at least," he said. "Don't believe we've met."

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"Nope," Olive agreed. "Do you promise to treat my clothes nicely, so help you god, or forever hold your peace?"

[ultron_junior]

Victor thought he could dress as a girl, but his wardrobe was not cooperating. His shirt hung oddly and his pants were too tight in the hips and too long in the legs.

So when he spotted the sign, he hesitated for just an instant before he slipped in and started to paw through the pile for something a little less train-wrecky.

"Oh thank god," he said, headphones still firmly in place. "Nothing I own fits right."

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Olive was studying the newcomer's features, trying to figure it out based on clues.

The headphones helped. As did the fact that she only knew one Latino guy here. "Are you going to play nice with my things?" she asked, leaning against the counter. And yes, she raised her voice a little to hopefully be heard through whatever he (she? Olive hated pronouns today) might be listening to.

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Victor pressed pause on his iPod, rubbed his hand across the bridge of his nose as he smiled sheepishly and took the headphones out. Of course these were Olive's clothes. Because that wasn't awkward at all, borrowing clothes from a cute girl.

"Always," he promised. "Unless you call me Vicky. Then all bets are off."

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"Dammit, there goes that plan. Everything that doesn't look like Kenzi would wear it is mine, so take whatever," she said helpfully. "How are you coping with your new rack, aside from ill-fitting clothes? Anyone warn you?"