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Fandom Town, late Thursday night

Late Thursday night, a small band of revellers creeps giggling through the town. For those who remember the night that the town was (literally) Painted Red, some faces and forms might be familiar.

One figure, lanternlight shining onto honey-blonde hair, tips a bagload of some forty or fifty

ducks into the pond, disturbing some of the sleeping birds and giggling helplessly.

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((ooc: Hee! Mun's duck collection includes 3 or 4 of these. :D))

Toting a thermos of tea in one deep pocket of her long coat and a thermos of cocoa in the other, another figure (this one with off-black hair) chuckles.

"How did you find so many of those at such short notice, baby?" She whispers.

Leaning against the slender dark woman, the blonde's hands flutter in the air, trying to still her laughter enough to talk.

"I sent him one - oh, weeks and weeks ago. Ordered it from a place online - except I clicked 'one box' instead of 'one duck'... so they've been sitting in my dorm room the whole time!"

"Oh, shit," she murmurs, chuckling heartily as she leans against the blonde, her arm slipping around her waist.

"They breed. Like bunnies." The pink-haired figure offered, flashing a grin over at her companion of the night.

"Well -- then... wouldn't that old saying be 'breed like ducks'? Rather than... bunnies?" The dark-haired young woman asked, brows furrowing as she looked over at her fellow conspirator.

"No, it'd be... oh, I can't say it." The blonde leans in close to the dark-haired woman, whispering.

"Fuck like ducks."

She turns bright red.

"As soon as it gets warmer," the dark-haired woman promises, her voice a low, husky purr, lips curling into a wicked grin.

The blonde's colour deepens as she ducks her head, kneeling on the cold ground to push the little devil duckies off into the lake.

They bob merrily over the tiny rippling waves, not at all minding the cold.

The brunette admires the blonde's position for a few moments before dropping to her knees to help.

Reaching for the ducks that have gotten stuck in the mud, she tosses them towards the center of the pond, throwing up splashes of water as they hit and bobbing beneath the surface of the water, only to bob back up again to float cheerfully along the surface.

"Alright," the blonde muses. "Ducks are go... what's next?"

She looks up at the pink-haired pixie.

"Any ideas?"

Besides streaking? The pink-haired one wonders. She shrugs, "Well, we already did paint... fireworks would be awesome, I do know a spell, but it's too late for anyone to see them, isn't it?"

"Oh, you do? Do it tomorrow night! That would be fantastic!"

The blonde stands, brushing dirt off of her slacks. "I can do, um, sparkly lights in the air, but they're not quite the bang-pop in the sky type. But... we could put on a show, maybe. Tomorrow night...?"

"Sounds great!" the vibrant pixie enthused, beaming. "And we could get pimp hats or something. And I could do my Crowley impression. Well, at least as much as I can without doing a full male morph because I think two Crowleys would screw up the island, huh?"

"Okay, now I've really got to see this hat," the blonde giggles. "You do good impressions, then?"

The comment about 'full male morph' goes completely over her head. ~~Although if she'd understood it, and she'd met Jake Gavin yet, she would have totally inappropriate shapeshifter gender-bending images in her head, so it's probably just as well.~~

"Pretty good," the pink-haired young woman nodded toward the brunette, "I could do her right now. Wanna see?"

"Yeah," the blonde replies, only a trace of skepticism in her voice. She closes her eyes, ready to listen for the difference in voices.

"Me?" The brunette in question asked, brows arching as she looks over at the blonde. For her part, she keeps her eyes open, looking over at the pink-haired young woman, studying her curiously.

"Hmm." The pink-haired one pauses, studying the attractive brunette for a moment. She concentrated for a moment, before feeling the feeling of her body shifting, her height replaced by another's, her features replaced with the brunette's. The last thing she's aware of is her hair - she knows the darker color is rushing through it, she can feel the longer strands tickling the back of her neck. She takes a step forward, trying to get unused the slight, unbalanced feeling that always seemed to come right after a morph, stumbling slightly. Still, she grinned. "Do either of you have a mirror?"

The blonde's eyes fly open as she hears the brunette's deep voice - and then stops, gaping in amazement as the two identical women in front of her.

She knows this face, this body, and she's pretty sure she knows which one is the real one, even without the telltale clues of clothing... but it's awfully close.

"Wow..." she breathes.

The changeling grinned, "That good?" She leaned to look at herself in the mirrored surface of the lake. "Hmm. I'm a little off." She glanced over at the brunette, "Do you mind turning so I can see your right ear?"

Eyes wide and mouth hanging slack, the brunette (the original one, that is) doesn't even realize that she's being spoken to, for a moment.

When she does, she blinks and looks at... her other self. "Uhhh, yeah, yeah... sure..." she murmurs, turning her head to one side and holding perfectly still for a few moments so that the other-her can see her ear, clearly visible thanks to her short-cropped hair.

"I see what the problem is!" The now-brunette said, reaching up to remove several silver studs from her ears. She looks back at the water, watching as her features smooth, effortlessly mimicking the other.

The blonde looks from one to another, mouth hanging open.

If she spoke, her voice would be broken with lust due to the thoughts racing through her mind...

Which is why she doesn't speak.

"Holy shit," the original brunette said, shaking her head as she let out a delighted laugh. "How do you do that?"

The second brunette shrugged, "I was sorta born with it. The condition's classified as a 'magical creature' in my world, but people have suggested it's a mutation since I've come here."

"Yeah," the first brunette said, stuffing her hands into her pockets again, lips twisting thoughtfully. "I guess people in this dimension kinda want to hang on to the scientific end of things, since they don't really know about the magic end, y'know?"

"That makes a lot of sense." The changeling murmured, kneeling to push off one of the ducks that had drifted too close. "'Acts of man are better than acts of fate.'" She quoted to herself.

"I didn't know anything about magic when I came here," the first brunette offers. "Everything I learned, she taught me." She nods over at the blonde, a warm smile curling her lips. "But she says it's almost like she's not teaching me... just that she's just reminding me of stuff I already knew."

Walking towards the park on a very brisk and chilly morning, Aayla notices something... odd. She continues walking towards the pond to see many black and red fake demon ducks floating in the water along with some of the normal live ones. Her brow furrows in confusion for just a moment until she remembers the voicemail she'd received shortly before. Presents for Mr. Crowley? she thinks. She pauses for only a moment in front of the pond before continuing on her way.
I'll never really understand this town...

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Early the next morning...