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Event Log - Total Recall

Who: You and you and mostly me and you
What: Everyone's been Shifted in their own way
When: A hero doesn't care if this event last a whole ten days
Where: Everyone can blaze a hero's trail
Summary: It's that special time when the Malnosso collect all their recent experiments and apply them all at once to measure effectiveness. Although invaluable as research, it tends to leave the subjects looking just a bit mad.
Rating: Rated H for HEROIC

So there is a mod post and it pretty much tells you EVERYTHING you need to know. This is a mass log for people to comment around on if they don't want to make posts. Or even if they want to make posts anyway. There will be at least one more of these later in the event! ENJOY!

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[Adele hadn't woken up where she out to have. But then, bunking over at Sabriel's whenever talks ran long wasn't that odd. Even if the woman was irritating at times. Most of the time. All of the time. As an early riser it's not that big of a deal, she sneaks out and makes her way back up to her joint apartment with Lupin to finish up one or two little projects. Talking with Sabriel always gave her ideas.

Not good ones, but. Ideas.

So she's hunched over a table, picking at a tiny mass of wires and metal when Lupin exits his room and answers without looking up.]

What's new? Did you find the electrified lockpick you said you lost last month?

Oh, if only~

[Adele would notice a feminine lilt to the tone--somehow the thief had transformed from a baritone to a soprano overnight. He wanders over, having had the grace at least to throw on a nightshirt over his now ill fitted boxers, and leans in over Adele. His boobs press against the technophile's shoulders as he bends for her ear.]

You don't happen to have any spare clothes, do you?

...Lupin?

[Because that wasn't Lupin's voice. Well, it was his tone but not his pitch...]

Did you find the voice altering strips again? I thought you said that was cheating- [She half turns to face him and feels softness where normally there isn't any. And blinks.]

Either. This is a shift or you've suddenly grown breasts. And a uterus.

Why not both? [There was a hint of laughter in his tone as he pulls away, refraining from his immediate impulse to squeeze his new assets.]

If this is a Shift, I can't say that I'm mad. How many men do you think I can pick up looking like this? Think I can still get a few girls?

You ask as if I would know. Or care. Though it might make wrangling information out of Stark easier- especially if he doesn't know it's you.

[She turns her chair to look Lupin over, brow quirked.]

In general though I would have to give you a...what is the scale? A seven out of ten.

That's cold, Angel!

[The whining comes off better as a woman, he noticed. Maybe it could be used to his advantage...]

Six out of ten. Pouting irritates me Lupin and you know this.

[Though she had to admit Lupin's pout was less irritating now...no. Not caving.]

What, I'm not cute enough for you?

[Teasing now, because he couldn't help himself--although the effect was ruined by the loose boxers and the oversized button-up.]

One: I don't like women. Two: You are dressed like a frat boy. Three: You are standing in my light and this is delicate work, Lupin.

[And her attention goes right back to the delicate little bundle of circuitry and spun steel.]

I love you too, Angel. You know that, right?

[He bends over for a chaste peck on the cheek, vowing to remember this and conduct revenge.]

If I loved you I would tell you those boxers made your ass look huge. And not in a good way.

[Okay, now she's teasing, and nudging at Lupin's shoulder to make him/her quit it.]

Unless you want a skirt and blouse I don't think anything of mine will fit you.

[He shakes his behind a little, craning his head around to take a look at it--this was going to require investigation. Lots of it.]

...I never minded a girl with a butt. It's not a bad thing~

[He smirks, getting serious but still amused.]

A skirt would be fine. Maybe a couple of shirts--a trip to the shops is in order here.

...I'm not going shopping for clothes with you. This will not become a wacky eighties montage with the track 'girls just want to have fun' in the background. Sing it and I end you.

[She pushes away from the bench and wanders over to her room, pulling out skirts and blouses from her closet.]

...you know I prefer Queen! [He grins as he follows her, intentionally bouncing a little to see how his new 'assets' react.]

We can totally do a montage of it though. Pity that this Shift doesn't include a fast-forward button!

You are right. Fat Bottomed Girls would be so much more appropriate.

[The hangers are offered over to Lupin without further comment. Well. one.]

...you've already bounced in front of a mirror, haven't you?

They make the rockin' world go round!

[He accepts the hangers with a playful grin.] I'm me, Angel. What do you think?

...that you can keep the blouses and skirt for however long you are a woman.

[The clothes are tossed onto the bed without remorse when Lupin pulls Adele into a bear hug.]

I love you. Have I ever told you that?

Twice today, fifty times yesterday, at least thirty on average and twice that if you've destroyed one of my projects on accident. One point five times the average if you destroyed it on purpose. [The bear hug is endured with the same apathy as ever. She does reach around and pat Lupin's back, though. Because he wasn't that terrible.]

hmph. Looks like someone's a smartass!

[He's grinning though, and continues to lean on his friend even as he remembers something a little more serious.]

...Did you get an odd note in your journal this morning?

I've always been the smart one Lupin. You're the...talkative one.

[She shrugs and extricates herself after a moment, or at least makes a vague attempt to do so.]

Unless you wrote me another about 'dancing purple parrots' after getting a huff of the sedative aerosol, no.

If only it were that funny!

[Lupin releases her, and flops down on the sofa nearby, eyes closed as he recites the odd text verbatim]

'This isn't what it looks like.' It wasn't even in my handwriting, but in these strange abbreviated letters that I could understand. Anu idea what it means?

It means that things are not as they appear, most likely. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact you've been shifted into a woman?

[The flopping gets a snort and rolled eyes from Adele, and she continues to pick through what clothing she has that might fit the new, Curvy Lupin.]

...I think you are larger in the bust than I am.

That's obvious--it just feels like there has to be something more to it...

[He glances up at Adele, and then down at his assets. There was a point to her words.]

...I don't mind revealing my cleavage until we can find me a better wardrobe.

Like most everything else you or I scribble down in a mania- it will come to you in a few days. Whenever we're not thinking about it.

[She pulls out her loosest shirt and offers it over.]

I'm not certain about your hips. I think we are roughly the same, there, even if your legs are longer...I reserve the right to borrow your clothing should this ever happen to me, just so you know.

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