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what a birthday

Jan 20, 2009 22:08

The first thing I notice when I wake up is that my bed is much more comfortable than it was when I went to sleep. Then I open my eyes, and see that not only is it much larger, it's also got a sort of strange canopy over it, with some kind of image on it overhead that looks like the sky. There's a card on the pillow next to me that simply says To ( Read more... )

edward heffron, plot: sex switch, kara thrace, delirium, richard winters, skinny sisk, joe liebgott, robin scherbatsky, lewis nixon, dale cooper, dr. beverly crusher, bill guarnere

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robin_sparkles January 21 2009, 22:13:51 UTC

By the time Robin made it out of all the weird crazy mad crazy (did she mention the crazy), she nearly had to convince herself that the woman who looked like Rita Hayworth just couldn't be who she thought it was.

"...no," she said, as she approached. "Oh, no. No, really? It got you?"

not_a_quaker January 21 2009, 22:59:29 UTC

It's somewhat of a relief to see Robin, looking like herself, and I shrug, still holding my field jacket tight around me. "Apparently it did," I reply, with a wry smile. "And me looking like Rita Hayworth, of all people."

robin_sparkles January 21 2009, 23:54:25 UTC

"Yeah, you are looking pretty iconic today," she couldn't help joking slightly as her eyes slid up and down him and she shook her head slightly. "I actually wouldn't have guessed if not for the jacket, so you might want to ditch that if you're looking to secret yourself away."

not_a_quaker January 22 2009, 06:06:28 UTC

"I wasn't planning on hiding myself away for the next three to four days or however long this lasts," I say. Absently, I wonder if Nix would bring me food if I was to decide to do just that. "I'm sure to get my fair share of ribbing from my men, but I'm not looking to avoid them."

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aintthatbad January 21 2009, 23:00:57 UTC

In the army, you do a lot of trudging. Skinny's used to tramping all over in full gear with his rifle at his shoulder, and he goes to it with a certain comfortable resignation. Someone tells a guy you can find Easy around here, he's going to go see what he can find.

What he's not expecting is a pinup like Rita Hayworth herself having found Easy already, and walking right towards him like an honest-to-God dream. The expression on Skinny's face is nothing short of awe as he stops dead in his tracks.

"Was it God who sent you or the USO?"

Either way, he's starting to lose track of reasons why coming to this place could be a bad thing.

not_a_quaker January 21 2009, 23:08:06 UTC

Word hasn't reached me yet that Skinny's here, probably because he's only showed up recently, and my eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of another of my men.

"Neither, Private Sisk," I reply, though sometimes I do wonder if it was God. "It was the island that made me look like this instead of the CO of 2nd Battalion."

aintthatbad January 21 2009, 23:12:01 UTC

He wasn't expecting that stunner.

"Major Winters? What--?"

Whether it's Winters or Rita, Skinny does his best to comport himself. "Uh, it's Sergeant now, actually. That's pretty recent, though, and..." He needs to snap out of it, or pinch himself, or something. "How -- how long have, um."

Now his face is just stricken. "I've forgotten my question, sir."

not_a_quaker January 21 2009, 23:26:55 UTC

"Sergeant," I correct, wondering how long after I left he got that promotion. "I've been on the island since September 3, straight from Berchtesgaden, and I've been a woman since I woke up this morning," I continue, taking a guess at what his question must have been.

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thedoctordances January 22 2009, 00:08:50 UTC

Beverly hadn't meant to go out, not when she (body didn't change her gender identity, after all) had ended up male. But showers called--human men had a tendency to smell a little as a natural process--and coffee called perhaps louder, and it didn't bother her too badly.

Much. Other than not having clothes that fit and feeling ill at ease.

She wasn't even sure what she looked like, actually, other than red hair that no longer got in her face, and she had wrapped a bathrobe around herself, so she probably, she thought, looked like a mess. A sort of smelly male mess. Which was not the best way to run into a really lovely woman who was wearing equally mis-sized clothing.

"You too?"

not_a_quaker January 22 2009, 06:08:47 UTC

I look up at the sound of the very familiar voice and my eyes go wide. Whoever she normally is, as a male she looks like...well...me. "Have you seen yourself in a mirror?" I ask, knowing how shocked I must look. "Because you look a hell of a lot like me, that is, when I'm myself."

thedoctordances January 22 2009, 23:55:34 UTC

Beverly looked back at him, taken aback, and suddenly glad she hadn't gone for the bathrobe with flowers on it. The beautiful woman...wasn't. It was an odd feeling for her to realize that other people had the same problem. "I beg your pardon?" she said, and was rather pleased with the timbre of her voice. Mentally, she ran through the list of redheads on the island.

not_a_quaker January 23 2009, 17:11:58 UTC

"I'm Major Dick Winters," I introduce, and either I've not met this person before or he - she - hasn't seen herself in a mirror. "Do we know each other?"

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dale_cooper_fbi January 22 2009, 00:43:58 UTC

Dale was unaware of any island goings-on when he left his home that morning and headed down to the compound. As far as he knew, by island standards, it was a perfectly ordinary day.

"Ma'am," he said as he passed an unfamiliar woman on the path. Unfamiliar on the island, that was; like so many, he recognized the face.

not_a_quaker January 22 2009, 06:10:17 UTC

It was a strange thing indeed to go unrecognized by a fellow council member, one I've jogged with at that. "Good morning, Dale," I greet, a somewhat wry smile on my face.

dale_cooper_fbi January 22 2009, 22:28:52 UTC

This time, having been recognized, Dale took a much closer look at the woman, calling upon his vast experience to take in her posture, the cadence of her voice, and her clothing, not to mention the well-known whims of the island, in order to make an educated guess.

"Dick?" he said finally.

not_a_quaker January 23 2009, 17:16:30 UTC

I nod a confirmation. "The very same," I reply, holding my jacket tight around me with one hand. "I guess it was my turn to be subject to one of these island pranks I've been hearing about."

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guinea_trap January 22 2009, 20:22:18 UTC

Shit, it's Rita Hayworth. By the look of her she's new to the island, and how the fuck did one of the boys get to her before him?

Still, Bill ain't gonna let somebody elses field jacket deter him from sayin' hello. 'Cause this right here, this is a skirt worth talkin' to.

"Mornin', beautiful," Bill greets, all bravado and crutches forgotten as he falls in step with her. "You shouldn't be out here all alone, there's dinosaurs and filthy mouthed soldiers about."

not_a_quaker January 22 2009, 22:57:01 UTC

I turned to Guarnere with a raised eyebrow and a wryly amused smile. I'm not all that surprised that he's immediately hitting on me, given how I look and the fact that he's, well, him.

"Morning, Guarnere," I reply, unable to resist the chance for a little joke. "And here I thought any doubts you had about my capabilities had been taken care of after Normandy. Oh, and I'm not a Mennonite either, by the way."

guinea_trap January 23 2009, 00:54:25 UTC

Bill just stares at her, open-mouthed, tryin' to figure out why Rita Hayworth's talkin' like Winters.

"...Huh?"

not_a_quaker January 23 2009, 17:23:39 UTC

"It's Major Winters, Bill," I say, noticing that I'm looking up at him for a change. "Just temporarily a female." A female who looks remarkably like Rita Hayworth, apparently.

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