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Vail Ski Resort | Sunday Morning, 10/17

The Fandomites' last morning in Vail dawned cool and clear, the resort warm enough to get by with a light jacket, the slopes above frosty and crisp.

The portal back to Fandom would arrive after lunch, so now was time for packing, last-minute souvenir-shopping, or one final lift up the mountain to the wonderful land of snow-sports.

Or alternatively, freaking the heck out in your hotel room because Fandom knows no boundaries of distance or decency when it comes to attacking its current and former residents in their sleep to leave ladybits where manbits used to be, and manbits where... you get the picture.

So might the maid, if you forgot to leave the Do Not Disturb sign out.

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//Hmm?// was Cally's first half-asleep response to the sound of someone shouting across the hall. Her second response -- "Did you say something?" -- wasn't much more coherent, but at least it was out loud.

It was also in a decidedly lower voice.

"Watwasdat?" Dolf slurred, flinging one arm over his face. "Cally?"

"Y--" That was not Dolf's voice. (She might need a moment more to comprehend that it hadn't been hers either. Sleepy.) Had he...? Admittedly she knew no more about current standards of human politeness than what she'd picked up from television, but with Cally in the room? She was good at adapting to new cultures, but that idea was... a bit more bothersome for some reason than the awkward it ought to be.

"Yes," she said slowly, trying to blink her way to wakefulness. "Dolf?" she called out before she did something stupid like fully open her eyes to see who else was here.

Waaaaaait...

"Yes?" Consciousness was approaching Dolf at roughly the kind of speed one could refer to as 'elephantine', provided this elephant had just been shot full of tranquilizers and was trying to bridge the fifty odd meters to the nearest water hole.

He propped himself up sluggishly, sheets sliding off his chest to pool at his waist, and he blinked at her, blearily. "... who?"

Edited 2010-10-17 16:23 (UTC)

"Dolf," Cally repeated, since it hadn't been he who answered, but now she was awake enough to both see -- if blurrily -- who had, and hear herself.

"What?" She would have to know Arthur to pay him royalties on that. Instead, she busied herself with slapping a hand to her own throat. "What's wrong with my voice?"

That, and blinking herself into a better view of the girl in Dolf's bed.

.....The NAKED girl in Dolf's bed! "WHAT?"

"...What?!" Dolf asked, blinking heavily; his slowly-wakening brain was starting to flail. "Who are you?!" He was a little chilly, actually, which is why he grabbed the blankets and pulled them up a little and--

... bumpy.

Stranger to 21st century human customs or not, it was probably not polite to stare. But there was a strange(if somehow familiar; had Cally seen her in the lobby at some point this week?) naked girl in her room, so that had to even things out a bit, right? Maybe?

"I am Cally. This is my room."

But not her voice -- and not her throat under her hand, or there was something terribly wrong with her, because it wasn't usually hard.

Edited 2010-10-17 17:25 (UTC)

An incredulous laugh bubbled up from the depths of Dolf's stomach, and he stared. "You," he said, slowly, "are not Cally. You're a boy, for starters!"

"Of course I'm not--" ... . . . ... . . . ... . . .

It was a bit hard to break her gaze away from where it was currently disastrously glued, but Cally managed to find the fortitude somewhere. Not that looking down at herself was any less distressing. "I'm..." A boy.

//I AM Cally!// she found herself protesting -- wailing, really -- in the way that was most familiar and instinctive to her. That voice sounded like her own, at least.

Pity she hadn't quite gotten round to speaking at Dolf with it before today.

And so Dolf, like anyone in his position, was cast out to the sea of completely-lostness.

"Cally?!" he asked, leaping up out of bed - at least he was wearing underpants - and grabbed at the nightstand. It took him five seconds to realise he hadn't actually brought the breadknife, in an effort to wean himself away from it. "Where did you put her?!"

Well. The leaping out of bed certainly redirected Cally's gaze. In a completely unhelpful and horrifyingly inappropriate direction.

Luckily (by some standards), Cally wasn't ~~Francine~~ as sleep-slow with adrenaline flooding her system. "...Dolf?"

"How do you know my name?!"

Dolf felt horribly defenseless without the knife at his side. He was never going to leave it behind again.

Perhaps speaking calmly and slowly would help. "Because. I. Am. Cally."

Perhaps not staring at Dolf's breasts would help.

"But you're a boy!"

Yes, Dolf. We established this.

"And I--"

Only then did he notice his body was decidedly more lithe than he was used to, and it promptly blushed scarlet all over.

At least he was in good company? You just couldn't see as much of Cally's blush.

"Yes." Cally. Use your words. "You." More of them.

"Shirt." That was a good word. A very, very good word.

"Yes!"

Single-syllable words were the total in-thing in this room.

Dolf couldn't have snatched yesterday's t-shirt off the floor quicker than he did.

Oh, thank all seven of the gods that never existed in the first place, even the dead one and the mad one.

Blanket was also a good word, though somewhat ironic insofar as Cally only found the power to bury her face in it after it wasn't actually needed.

"What?" she moaned a bit pitifully, and fine, here Arthur, have a 10-credit note.

"I don't know!" Dolf said, quite emphatically, and nearly tripped on his way back to the bed. There, he yanked the blanket over him and over his head. "Is this like-- I think they talked about this."

Oh god. What had they said?

"Like what?" Somewhat muffled there, yes. Cally was recalling the various 'How to survive when Fandom decides to turn your life upside down' speeches that had been given at the reserves, but this specifically? "We're not even in Fandom. Do things like this happen all over your planet?"

"Not that I know," Dolf said, fighting the urge to squint down at his body under the blankets. Fighting it very hard. "Maybe it is like a sickness?"

Oh god.

"If so, I'm going to have a word with the nurses at the clinic, because they certainly didn't inoculate me against this!"

"This is not supposed to happen!" Dolf groaned, yanking his pillow over his face. "This is not how it works!"

"Apparently no one told our bodies that," Cally replied, a little less muffled and summoning up some reserve of dryness from somewhere now the initial YOU ARE DOLF AND YOU ARE A GIRL AND YOU ARE NUDE AND I HAVE BEEN STARING AT YOU FOR APPROXIMATELY THIRTY THOUSAND YEARS mortification was starting to recede.

"But I'm a girl!" Dolf pointed out. "It's not normal!"

Yes, Dolf. Yes, we'd established that by now.

"At least you're a pretty girl."

Yes. That was exactly the most comforting and least awkward thing she could have said.

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