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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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Huh.

Now that was in place, he turned around to address her properly. Mostly by brushing hair out of her face for a better look. It was just different, he supposed. He could still see her even with the masculine frame.

Yes, but her hair. Her hair was gone. She couldn't even properly do anything like this.

His lips quirked up in a slight grin. She'd grow it back out if this was permanent. And it could actually be even longer now that she was taller.

That was a plus, right?

She smiled back at him. Always looking on the bright side. "I do hope it's not, though. I liked me the way I was before. And I liked you the way you were before."

As did he, to be honest. But he was also a giant romantic girl about thinking she was lovely no matter what happened.

Yeah.

Just try not to mention the penis thing to him.

Curiously, the same rule applied to Medusalith. Fancy that. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to...make the best of it. And hope it goes away." And that her hair came back.

He twirled his fingers in her hair, looking for the ends to see how much was gone. Was it possible this male version of her had another ability that made it necessary to keep his hair short?

She'd gone from six feet to two, at most. It was a bit like having a limb cut off. Actually, she would venture it was exactly like having a limb cut off. She did like Blackagar playing with her hair, though. He could keep doing that.

"I--I don't know," she stammered. "I don't think so. Do...do you feel any different?" Aside from having girl parts.

He shook his head, shooting her a concerned look at the stammering. Was she feeling well? Was that simply how men reacted, you know, when they could talk?

No, that was more how Medusalith reacted to having her hair played with. It was very distracting.

...oh, and now she noticed the penis. Well. Perhaps if she ignored it it would go away.

She was just lucky that he hadn't noticed it yet as he was still playing with her hair without noticing.

Was she alright? He could get some water from that small refrigerator.

Dilemma: she needed Blackagar to stop playing with her hair. But she really, really wanted Blackagar to not stop playing with her hair, as he could probably tell from the way it was twining around his fingers. "No, that's--perhaps I should get dressed."

Oh! Right, right. Untangling his hand from her hair with great care, he took a step back.

He needed to put on a shirt as well. And maybe a skirt. And... maybe a scarf. She had so many things to pick from!

"You're welcome to any of it," Medusalith said, clutching a pile of neutrals--er, she meant, his clothes, of course. "It's not like I'll be wearing it. That blue would look--" she cut herself off before she said something inexcusably clotheshorsey.

Blue?

He looked down at the black bit of clothing in his hand for a moment before setting it back down to hunt for blue. She was better at this than him, after all.

Look, just because 'black' was in his name didn't mean--right. Not lecturing, he wasn't actually a woman and wouldn't care. "Just--pick whatever you want," she said, and fled to the bathroom.

Where there was a shriek when she divested herself of her nightclothes and looked down, followed by, "Fine! I'm fine!"

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