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[hallelujahpilot]

It happens when the front door slides shut behind her - one moment Trudy is walking forwards in her short, stocky, and well-loved body, and the next she is stumbling as the world shifts and grows smaller

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[remindmeof_me]

"Shit, woman, you took the words right out of my mouth," says Shephard. "What in blazing blue fuck're you supposed to be?"

[hallelujahpilot]

Chacon glances...well, not up, exactly, but she moves her head to look at Adrian instead of her hands. Her expression is torn between disgust and resignation, and the black tip of her tail is twitching like she's an anxious cat.

"I, uh, totally mentioned aliens back where I'm stationed, yeah?"

[remindmeof_me]

"Think so," says Shephard, and then, "Aw, fuck. Bar's bein' a dick again, ain't it."

[hallelujahpilot]

"I'm not exactly one of 'em, but it'll work as a quick explanation."

Then she blinks (the expression fairly dramatic, given the size of her now yellow eyes), and her mouth twists.

"This the thing Enzo mention? 'bout holidays and Bar changin' folk?"

[scots_wolf]

[[OOC: Millitimed like whoa, because I absolutely had to!]]

A nine foot tall blue woman wearing hardly anything! Her face is vaguely familiar, but Urquhart would know if he'd seen a woman like that before.

He hasn't.

Pity it happens now, when he's not himself at all. But he can at least look.

[hallelujahpilot]

She notices the staring.

And glances up.

And glares, ears pressed against her skull.

"Yes?"

[scots_wolf]

She does look oddly familiar...

"Hello," he says, mildly. "I've never seen a blue woman. You look impressive."

And with so few clothes, too.

"But I guess where you're from, everybody looks like that? And I'm small and yellow?"

Even though she's crouching, Urquhart can see that she has to be spectacularly tall when she stands upright.

[hallelujahpilot]

She's wearing shorts and a singlet - by her standards, she's decent.

Trudy just sighs, rubs at her head.

"Normally, I'm 5'4 and brown. Well, the black hair's the same. Same colour, anyway." God knows Trudy doesn't have the patience to braid her hair into more than one braid - if she tried, she might just hack it all off and shave it back into her old Marine crew-cut.

There is also that accent of hers, exactly the same.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne missed the moment of transformation, but it's pretty hard to miss Trudy now.

"I'm guessing you're not normally this...blue."

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy watches her fingers, and she doesn't know if she should laugh at the sparkling, or swear.

"What was your first clue?" She says, the edge in her voice making her sound a bit more Texan than normal. Then she stops, takes a deep breath. "Sorry, ma'am. No, normally I'm...5'4 and more brown than blue."

Although, really, Trudy's skin isn't that dark - certainly not as dark as it would be, if she got out in the sun more.

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles.

"First off, it's Mary Anne, not ma'am. And second? No need to apologize. Bar's stuck me in some weird outfits and I'm pretty sure I didn't always hang on to my manners in the process; I'm pretty damn sure I wouldn't if she gave me a whole new skin."

[hallelujahpilot]

Her expression turns wry.

"Mary Anne it is, then. I'm Trudy."

Beat.

"Should...I ask what kind of outfits?"