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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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"See?" Karla said, chuckling a bit. "And that's how I'd know you were Sookie even without the telepathy. The being super-sweet thing, not the Jason-thing."

Though that had helped.

"I see the resemblance to Jason, though not really to regular-you," Karla said. "I think for me, it's mostly the pointy chin."

*It-it,* she confirmed. *He, uhh, seemed to think it was, err, normal?*

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<< It is! Morning wood, >> Sookie supplied, giggling aloud. Which was weird, in her deeper voice. << I mean, you just...woke up like that, right? I don't know what guys do about it, but, um, I know it's a thing. >>

Yes, spending more nights than not with Bobby had taught her this, as had the existence of a brother two years older than her.

Karla and Warren hadn't gotten that far; they'd slept over in each other's rooms once or twice before, but not to the point where things like 'morning wood' were ever broached as a topic. And Karla and Morton weren't close enough to discuss something like that. Ever. Never.

*I did!* she sent, her face firmly planted in her hands. *And it was dreadfully uncomfortable. So I...asked Ben.*

Because that was best plan ever, obviously.

<< Who was probably a good choice, all things considered! >> Sookie offered, reaching out to pat Karla's back. << God forbid you ask Warren. I think I'd rather set my hair on fire than ask Bobby how to get rid of that kind of problem, even if he wasn't acting weird as hell about today. >>

*Mother Night, what would I say?* Karla asked. *Hey darling, I think you're absolutely gorgeous, even as a female, but this isn't for you? Now could you help me figure out how to make it go away?*

That would happen about ten seconds before Karla lit herself on fire.

"Bobby's not handling it well?" she asked aloud.

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"I mean, that seems like a good start," Sookie offered with a smile, answering the telepathic question first.

The second was a little harder to deal with. "He's really not. I mean, this happened to us last year, and whatever, not a big deal. All of a sudden, because we're datin', it bothers him that I turned into a boy. Not, mind, that he's a girl -- that seems secondary. I can't figure out his problem."

Karla frowned. Honestly, easy-going Bobby was the last person she'd expect to fuss over this. "Did you, umm, try to kiss him?" she asked.

She'd been tempted, several times with Warren. But she was much more interested in kissing other females, regardless her her current gender, than Warren seemed to be in kissing males, so she had erred on the side of caution instead.

"Nope. Told him emphatically that I didn't want to, in fact. I mean, he's pretty and all, but it'd just be too weird," she said, frowning a bit. "But he bolted out of bed -- which I guess makes sense, and then he was just...weird. Twitchy, you know? And it's something deeper than just not liking the change or whatever, which is what he told me it was. I can tell."

Karla reached out and gave Sookie a hug. It felt very odd, more hard and unyielding than their hugs usually were. "Maybe he's still figuring it out?" Bobby, while possessing many many good and wonderful qualities, never struck Karla as the type to spend time examining the reasons behind his less-common emotional reactions.

"I'm sure he is," she agreed, sighing and leaning a little into Karla. And it was weird, not having their usual softness (even if Sookie, perhaps, had enough...softness for the both of them, ahem) between them. "It was just kind of -- I dunno. I'm still me. I just have facial scruff today, y'know?"

Karla nodded a few times. "I know. Actually, Warren kept mentioning that he felt kind of tiny," she offered. "And he kept kind of...unconsciously mantling, like his wings were trying to make him bigger. Maybe Bobby's not comfortable with being the smaller, curvier one in the pairing?"

"He is quite curvy," Sookie noted. "He filled out one of my bras!"

Stop getting distracted, Sookie.

"But yeah, I figure it's something like that. It was just -- you know, it was fine last year, when we weren't together. And it doesn't bother me. It's not like we're going to be like the people I can hear, uh, experimenting."

Karla added Bobby to her mental list of "Males Still Built Better than Me."

It was a long list.

"I don't think we will either," Karla assured Sookie. "So you're not alone in that, at least."

At least, not while Karla was also a male. But if they ever changed separately...

"God, I hope not. We have to get home today," Sookie noted with a small smile. "Can't do that if everyone's off sexing one another up in new bodies."

"I'd rather stay until tomorrow when we all change back," Karla said firmly. "For one thing? I don't have any shoes."

Warren's hadn't fit and there was no way she was going to fit into any of hers.

"The trek to the Portal isn't something I'm looking forward to."

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