❦ 12th Record

[iattractmushi]

[Forward dated to sometime in the morning of August 15th, idek.]

[Water drips on the page for nearly a minute before any writing appears.]

Well, that's different. I can't say today started off boring, at least.

The Wilderness has changed into [pause, more water drips] something very interesting this time.

Comments

[kamishininoyari]

Oh well that's good. Can't have people being bored now can we? Did you get a little dip as well? :)

[iattractmushi]

Boredom isn't all that common around here; there's always something going on.

I went for a swim before I realized what would happen.

[Quicklog]

[wayofflowers]

[Bellflower had just gotten off the first half of her shift, and was heading into the breakroom for a bite to eat. It seemed like something strange was going on in the Sphere right now, but she didn't quite understand what it was - just that it had to do with whatever the Wilderness had turned into.]

[Quicklog] - ok setting it on Thursday?

[iattractmushi]

[It had been four days since Cloud had first found himself turned into a woman. He had figured out how to turn back since then, thanks to Zero, but an unfortunate cloudburst while walking to his afternoon shift had changed him right back into a female again. He managed to adjust after only a little stumbling (damn the fact that this change affected his center of gravity), but by the time 'he' walked through the door of the Clinic, Cloud was pretty much soaked to the bone and had a very displeased expression on his face. He headed for the breakroom--there were towels there, and he would be able to get some dry clothes out of his box

[Quicklog] - fine with me!

[wayofflowers]

[Bellflower glanced up in surprise as an unfamiliar figure entered the breakroom. She would certainly remember hair like that. As the woman started trying to dry her hair, Bellflower caught a better glimpse of her face - and recognition struck unexpectedly.]

Cloud-san...?

[Quicklog] - ^_^

[iattractmushi]

[Cloud had noticed someone out of the corner of his eye when he first came into the room, but had been more interested in drying off than seeing who it was. He turned as a familiar voice called his name (careful to hold his left eye closed, as his hair was now too long to reliably conceal it), to see who it was.

Bellflower. Well, she worked here, so it only made sense he might have run into her today... still swiping at his hair with the towel, he nodded at her. This was awkward, but no reason to be impolite.]

Bellflower-san. [His voice was a good octave higher than usual, a minor annoyance.] Ah... good afternoon.