Mauvaise Chance Office/Lobby, Thursday all day [3/8]

[needsaparrot]

Anyone entering the building would find a tall...generously-proportioned... young woman in an eyepatch behind the counter, looking perplexed but not necessarily unhappy.

They'd also see that the Guy With Tools signs were up on the outside doors (scotchgarded with cling-wrap) and in the lobby, as usual, but someone had stuck a yellow Post-It note on each, in a strategic location, that said Chick in black Sharpie.

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[OOC: open like an open post]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Despite the SPD-issue rain slicker, it's a rather sopping-wet Bridge who enters the lobby. And promptly stares. A lot.

[needsaparrot]

Xander looks up and shifts into present-tense even though he doesn't know who it is gives a little wave. "Hi?" He frowns slightly, because he's never seen the girl before, and yet...

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Hey, Xander," Bridge manages to find his voice. Only it's a little squeakier than it was earlier this morning. He holds up a gloved hand. "S'me."

[needsaparrot]

"......." Okay, now there's staring.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I feel slightly better now that I know it's not an isolated phenomenon," Bridge says, wriggling out of the slicker. Because it sounds better than "Girl-you is hot."

[needsaparrot]

"Your uniform changed," Xander says. Because it sounds better than "Wow, I feel like a total perv when I look at girl-you too; I'm not sure if that's comforting or not." Plus it's shorter.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge says, making a face and tugging at the skirt-thing for like the millionth time. "Did you know it's kinda wet out there?" he remarks casually.

[needsaparrot]

Xander takes in the general soppitude, and decides the multi-gender perv thing is definitely not comforting, because his first thought is Um. Yes. Clingy.

"Uh." He stares for a second longer, then shakes his head like he's shaking water out of his own hair. "Yeah. Lemme get you a towel."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"See that's why... you're the best," Why yes, what was actually said was not what he was originally going to say.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

After class, Dawn had decided to brave the weather to get a raspberry mocha for her poor boyfriend who was having serious gender issues. An umbrella, boots, and a windbreaker jacket had done nothing to stop Dawn from getting soaked to the skin, and she was hoping Xander could maybe loan her a towel before she went back out into the elements.

She saw the girl at the desk, as well as the eyepatch, and made a guess. "Xander?"

[needsaparrot]

By now, Xander had caught a ride on the clue-train to It's-Not-Just-Me-ville. He grinned. "The eyepatch is such an unfair clue."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"It really is," Dawn grinned back, still dripping all over the entryway, "I never would have recognized Sam if I hadn't woken up to him being all flaily."

[needsaparrot]

Xander chuckled. "Sam turned into a girl? And, uh, can I get you a towel?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Yes, and yes, please," she said, shaking her head like a dog and spraying water droplets everywhere, "He's really grumpy about it."

[needsaparrot]

Xander ducked out from behind the counter and crossed the lobby to his apartment. In a minute or so, he was back with a large fluffy towel - and a mug of hot chocolate. "Here."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"You're the best," Dawn pulled the windbreaker over her head, then started drying herself off with the towel. Once she was drier, she bundled her hair up in the towel and sipped at the hot chocolate. "Thanks. So, how's your day going?"

[needsaparrot]

Xander blinked at her. "I am a girl." Just in case they hadn't established that yet.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

After tromping through the woods most of the night looking for Katara you'd think that Mel would be tired of walking in the rain but after the night of zero accomplishments she headed to MCA to see if maybe one of her watchers could make a suggestion.

And then she saw the woman with the eyepatch.

"Okay. So I'm not the only one having a weird week."

[needsaparrot]

"I've had normaler ones," Xander agreed. He was a little less WTFy than he'd been this morning, but only a little, so the fact that he was supposed to tell her about the package he'd received last week completely slipped his mind.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Is this permanent?" Mel asked as she tried to pull some wet hair out of her face. "Or is this something you're trying out for a day or two?"

[needsaparrot]

"God I hope not, and um no?" Xander, having gotten more than one clue today, pulled a towel off a stack of them behind the counter, and tossed it to her. "I just woke up this way."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel caught the towel and started drying off her hair. "Thanks. Well you were only a kid for a day. So it stands to reason... if not we'll to import men to Fandom."

"Got a question for you. A friend of mine has kind of disappeared. Do you know any watcher mojo we can use to track her down?"

[needsaparrot]

Xander frowned worriedly. "Disappeared? Who? And, uh, no Watcher-mojo, but there's witch-mojo. Have you talked to Willow?"

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Katara, she's from school," Mel replied as she finally finished drying her hair. "And I'm kicking myself right now for not thinking of Willow sooner."

[needsaparrot]

"I don't think I've met her in that body," Xander said. "But Willow knows locator spells - or least my Willow back home does. I bet ours here would too."