Magic Box, Sunday, 06/07

[not_every_mage]

When Anders had come back to the dorms from the preserve the evening before, he'd found Rapunzel's side of the room emptier than normal, with a note on his desk telling him she'd gone home and not to worry.

So of course he was worried. And wondering whether she'd picked a day to go when he was already distracted exactly to avoid having him worry at her. He hoped she'd be able to write once she'd settled ... whatever she'd gone home to settle.

Between his roommate's abrupt departure and the fact he was still a girl, Anders was not in the best imaginable mood for work that day. It was a relief to have a rather enormous shipment of herbs to sort and put away; he might go home smelling like an awful combination of cough syrup, licorice and mint, but at least he'd be busy.

[OOC: Open shop, open post! I'm home now!]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Jono's yesterday had been fairly fantastic, actually. There had been food, and... not food, which had been every bit as enjoyable as the food. And yes, he'd even enjoyed the shopping more than he'd ever care to admit. Even if he was probably never going to wear that dress again. Ever. Because honestly.

But today brought some vague sort of acceptance that he still had responsibilities even when he had temporary breasts, and so he was at the Groovy Tunes today doing paperwork, balancing budgets, and enthusiastically singing along with anything and everything that came on the radio. His voice as a woman wasn't really familiar to him, so it was a fun game trying to figure out what songs he could handle and which ones made him regret opening his mouth. But, so help him, he was singing.

He wasn't looking forward to this ending, almost as much as he was. But really, he rarely ever felt at home in his own skin, so this was less an inconvenience and more like a novelty. And there were worse people to bear a striking resemblance to than Joan Jett, anyway.

[Open! OCD-free! Lovin' Rock and Roll!]

The Perk, Sunday afternoon

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had never been quite so happy to be hungover. Well, okay. Not so much happy about the hangover part. But the stuff that had led to this hangover? Parker had very enthusiastically shown Eliot and Hardison that being women could be pretty awesome, yesterday. And last night. And into the early morning. The process had involved not a little bit of liquor. Especially to get Eliot into a miniskirt.

Which he was not wearing in public, thank you very much. He was, in fact, dressed basically like he normally would be, only with the addition of a sports bra. And with his button down left open over his undershirt, because apparently shirts hadn't yet been invented that didn't gape over breasts any bigger than Parker's. He'd skipped the belt, since letting his pants hang on his hips instead of his waist made them actually long enough, and the pair of flipflops Parker had picked up finished off the whole weird sexy-schlub ensemble.

He knew it was sexy because the baristas kept flirting him. He ordered his usual coffee and tried to remember which ones of them were usually men.

[Open!]