Trooper Station; Monday [10/07].

[died8yearsago]

The troopers were all acting weird that day. Weirder than normal. Or, actually, maybe it was just the usual amount of weird, but the energy was just different, which left Rosa wondering whether her curiosity about why they were all gathered together and talking about something was stronger than her certainty that, whatever it was, she was much, much happier just not knowing. Especially considering that they all seemed to be swinging their hips a little more when they walked, a detail that made Rosa mad just on the fact that she was even noticing something like that.

The only one who didn't seem to be acting weird was Calvin, and so she shot him a curious, questioning look from across the room, and he just sort of shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, and went back to work.

Not helpful, Calvin.

But, then again, he was the only one acting normal, so that tracked, Rosa didn't know what she was expecting, and she just shook her own head and went back to what was normal for her, which was basically just ignoring all of them.

[[ open! ]]

The Onsen; Monday Afternoon [10/07].

[sake_shinigami]

Ahhhhhh, Fandom ♥! Oh, you beautiful, wonderful, amazing island, you ♥! It was days like this that truly reminded Shunsui of why he was drawn back to you again ♥! It wasn't quite a nice as that one time his hat and haori had turned into beautiful (and adoring women), but he himself turning into a beautiful woman was exceptionally lovely.

And Shunsui, of course, was going to treat himself like he would treat any beautiful woman in his company: with the complete adoration and pampering that such a goddess deserved! Which included, among other things, a nice relaxing afternoon in the onsen, where he could not only blissfully relax and perhaps even get in one of his onsen naps before getting back to the utter shameless spoiling of himself, but he could also experience first hand the amusement of how certain things just floated.

He slung his arms over the edge of the pool and tilted back his head a little as he soaked it in and thought about what he should spoil himself with next. New clothes, perhaps? Definitely buying himself a few drinks at the bar. Flowers, of course. Maybe he'd write some poetry, inspired by the radiance of himself...

...mmm, yes. That would be perfect. It was going to be a very busy day! All the more reason to enjoy the relaxation of the onsen now, he supposed.

[[ so, so open! ]]

Atlas Gym, Monday (10/7)

[notallbluemonks]

Within half an hour of Beau arriving to open up this morning, one of the trainers came over to her and mentioned that there was a weird noise down in the locker rooms, and could she maybe go check it out?

And sure, Beau could have complained about why it had to be her who did that, but (not that she'd say so) she wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to feel needed. So she took her staff and headed down to the locker rooms, ready to open up a can of whoop-ass on whatever had gotten in down there --

-- and found a porg that had somehow gotten stranded indoors. A little bit of poking around turned up an open locker containing someone's gym bag and a large, shiny set of keys clipped to the bag's strap with a carabiner.

"You hitched a ride in here, didn't you?" she asked the porg, who just blinked up at her with those unnervingly wide eyes and made a little noise. She sighed and held out her staff for the porg to hop up on like a perch. In a voice just a tiny bit less harsh than usual she went on, "Okay, come on, let's get you back outside so you're not in here freaking people the fuck out and . . . leaving presents in their lockers or whatever."

She was enjoying this far more than her disgruntled expression let on, walking through the gym with a porg perched on the end of her staff past a few of the early morning patrons.

"The fuck are you looking at?" she demanded, just before opening the front door and letting the porg out.

Nope. Totally didn't enjoy that at all.

[OOC: Post is, of course, open.]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Monday [10/07].

[special_rabbit]

Blissfully unaware of any particular switching shenanigans going on around the island, Amaya had plans for today, and she was eager to get up, get down to the shop, and get to work.

After all, she'd been doing a lot of research and testing out a lot of things with that vibranium Shuri had given her.

And she had all this materia that she'd grown and replicated from the ones Zack had given her...

Then there was that itch in her brain in what might happen if she were to try to maybe work on merging the two together...

It was about time for that itch to get scratched.

What could possibly go wrong??

This, Amaya was certain, was how history got made.

The Forge is open!

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment, Monday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter stood up front and waved awkwardly at everybody. "Hi there. It's one of those times again, apparently. If I stop concentrating, I end up like this." And there was Peter as a woman. "So today I thought we'd watch a film about a woman being amazing, but that one won't make much sense without the one that comes before it, and they're both pretty much classics, so we'll start with the first one. There's a lot of action, so hopefully it'll be fun."

He shrugged. "If not, there's still chips and popcorn and drinks, and you can throw things at the screen. Enjoy."

The Perk, Monday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Mondays could feel very much like Mondays, sometimes, even for people like Octavia who'd never had much reason to think all days of the week weren't created equal. Maybe it was just because she'd slept like shit last night, tossing and turning and just generally unable to stop her mind from looping in on itself with cyclical thoughts of the ground, of space, of people left behind.

The price for having actually thought about her past a little bit lately was that sometimes she couldn't stop even when she wanted to.

So she'd got up early and gone on her usual patrol of the island. And it had done what it was supposed to, which was to clear her head a little and give her room to breathe. The sun had come up during her trek, but it still wasn't very late in the morning at all by the time she'd circled back to the Perk for a PSL. Usually, she would've gone back to the apartment for coffee, but... She felt like she had to give the claustrophobia of the night a little longer to pass. And so instead, she took a seat by the window.

And then immediately realized she didn't really know how you were really supposed to be in coffee shops, alone. Every other NPC customer seemed to be on their phones, but she hadn't taken Bellamy's with her because -- well, because that just wasn't the kind of thing that really occurred to her. Until just now. So guess she was just going to watch the street while she drank her coffee, maybe in bigger gulps that was really necessary or even smart.

She should've brought a book.

[ooc: Post is open for all your morning coffee/Octavia needs!]

Demon Marcus, Monday Afternoon to Evening

[myownface]

Sparkle? Was in a surprisingly good mood today. Their morning had been not-bad-at-all, thank you, and today seemed like as good a day as any to test-drive a singular 'they,' to see how it felt. And, you know, there were a bunch of guys today who were probably having a difficult time, so...

Here was Sparkle, showing up for a second whole day in a row to check up on the place, round up every sports bra and multi-pack of women's underwear in the shop, and put them out with a sign in the window.

New To Boobs?
Come Get Clothed-- Free Underthings and Discount Clothing to People With New Bits

Ha. There. That was Sparkle's charity for the week.

Until Wednesday. But they didn't know that yet.

[OOC: Open! Come get your clothing fix!]

Atlas Gym, Tuesday Afternoon

[firstofitskind]

It hadn't actually taken Liam all that long to adjust to his new (temporary) physical reality. It helped, probably, that he had Beckett's memories at his disposal. He knew what it was like to move with a different center of gravity, and though he'd never before had long hair or worn a bra, knew what it was like to deal with both of those things. Hell, he probably would've been able to manage walking in heels just fine.

Not that he was walking in heels right now, because he was in the gym, hair braided back out of his face in a tight French braid despite the icon, going through Tai Chi forms. Like you do.

[ooc: open. so open. the openest!]