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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.

[ OCD is up! | Hotel Rooms | Centre V | Tavern on the Square | RockResorts Spa | Other Activities at the Arrabelle | Skiing and Snowboarding | Snow Tubing | Snow-Shoeing | Shopping | Outside Dining | OOC]

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After waking up in Warren's room and the resulting awkwardness there, Karla had noticed yet another problem. A problem of an extremely personal and embarrassing nature. One she hadn't wanted to talk to Warren about.

So at the first possible moment, she'd wrapped herself in the spare comforter and flew down to find a male she could ask.

Which would be why there was pounding on Ben's door. Morning, Ben!

Ben--wrapped in a fluffy robe, as it was currently the only thing in the room that fit--opened the door warily. "Karla?"

"IT WON'T GO DOWN," she hissed, trying to barrel her way into his room.

"Come in," Ben said a little wryly, opening the door more fully. "What won't?"

"It!" Karla snapped, giving him a glare. One arm snaked out from the enveloping comforter to gesture down towards her hips. "And before you say anything, believe me! I am far too busy freaking out to be at all interested in...anything!"

Even if Warren had been a really hot girl. You know, in between all the panicking.

Ben's eyes bugged out. "Oh," he said faintly. "Um."

Well, that was hugely helpful!

"Help me!" Karla insisted, trying to resist the urge to reach out and shake Ben--if for no other reason than because she'd have to drop the comforter to do so and then her...condition...would be visible to him, too.

"I have a priapism!"

"A what?" Ben replied.

Karla was just going to level Ben another glare for not being Healer-trained when it would have done her any good at all.

"Priapism! The medical condition for, well, this!" More of the gesturing at waist-height. "It's supposed to go down at some point, isn't it? Like, whenever I'm not...interested? In anything?"

Being a male was the worst thing ever.

Ben blushed. "Um," he said again. "It kind of just...does that? In the morning."

Great. Being a male was now even worse.

Karla was just going to boggle at Ben a minute. "It does?!" she asked, horrified. "Just...stays like this? My Healing classes never covered anything like this."

Possibly because it was completely normal, Karla. "For how long? When will it go away? Is there a time limit?"

"I've never timed it," Ben said, blushing even harder. "I've just kind of...dealt with it."

Oh, please, please, please don't ask how.

Ben. This was Karla. When had she ever not been difficult.

"How?!"

Ben hated everything. Everything.

He mumbled something under his breath, hoping Karla had picked up the gist of it.

Since it hadn't really been loud enough to hear, well, wishful thinking there, Ben.

"I don't read lips, Ben," Karla said, impatiently.

"I should make you ask Warren," Ben sulked. "Or Ender." But then he leaned in--yes, still blushing--and explained exactly what he'd been talking about.

"I can't ask Warren," Karla said, also sulking. "I don't want to point and say, 'hey, no offense, but this isn't actually for you--'"

Further conversation was cut off abruptly as Ben explained exactly how dealing was achieved. Possibly because her jaw was hanging far too low to actually use to make words.

"Too much information?" Ben replied faintly.

Karla had brought her hand up to cover her face a little, whether she was trying to hide from Ben or the information or whatever was unclear.

"I...don't know how to do that," she replied.

Again. They had never studied this in the coven!

"I'm not doing it for you," Ben declared firmly.

There was going to be a little more gaping and strangled fish noises. "Not asking! Not asking!"

Well, not for that anyway. Maybe she could ask for pointers?

Glancing at Ben, Karla rather thought that she'd asked enough questions for one day.

Unless she was interested in discovering if someone could actually die of embarrassment, probably.

"Want to use the bathroom?" he offered.

Because that's not weird.

"I...think this is something I can figure out in my own bathroom," she said hastily. "In my own room. Locked away from the world. Behind as many shields as I can create."

Being a male was awful.

"Thanks, Ben." It needed to be said. "You're a good friend."

He smiled. "I try. And really, it's not, you know, that big a hardship."

Thanks for sharing, Ben.

"Just because you don't know how much better it is being a female," Karla grumbled.

Riiiiiiight. Because being a female came with no associated problems ever.

"At least I didn't need a sedative this time." It was like progress?

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