Rose: Digivolve into Jane

[fluthlu]

[It's not an uncommon sensation in Paradisa, this "waking up and feeling something isn't quite right" nonsense. Usually that little twinge in the back of her head means that Rose is about to open her eyes to a jungle, or a cruise ship, or something equally irritating.

Waking up dressed as one of her good friends is another thing entirely.

She's spent ten or so minutes in front of the mirror already, trying to pull off the wig or remove the glasses, or at least pry off the fake front teeth. But one feature of the costume is particularly annoying. She addresses the journal in a flat, deadpan, slightly-impaired-by-fake-teeth voice.]

I seem to have acquired an unremovable mustache. Is there anything going on that I should be aware of?

[Filtered to Jane Crocker]

Would you happen to be in possession of my clothing, or is this more of a one-way transaction?

[A pause as she tries to squint at the journal.]

Your eyesight must really be quite terrible, Jane. I can barely see a thing through these glasses.

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[wagers]

[Scoff.] I bet you look handsome!

[fluthlu]

Thank you so very much, Serket; I certainly do aspire to be. This was my design.

[wagers]

Hey, I hear certain types of Earth ladies are attracted to a good "stache". [Oh god, you can hear the forced colloquialism in her voice, air quotes and all...]

[fluthlu]

Oh, drat, you've figured me out. My entire purpose behind dressing as such was to attract a specific demographic of Earth ladies.

[Oh how she has missed this dripping-in-sarcasm banter!]

[wagers]

Hey, you need all the leverage you can get with all that new found facial hair, Lalonde! [It's nice when you're not crazy, no?]

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

What?? I want a mustache!

[fluthlu]

If I ever get this one off, I'll send it on over. I'm sure it would suit you quite nicely.

[nukeoleptic]

Pffthaha. I'm sure the castle won't make you keep it forever, Rose.

[fluthlu]

I certainly hope not. The mustache is enough of an irritant, but the rest of this costume is downright inhibiting.

[A pause as she tries once more to remove the glasses.]

I seem to be dressed as Jane.

[anytime]

A mustache. Seriously?

This I got to see.

[fluthlu]

Oh yes, it's quite impressive. Very debonaire, if I do say so myself.

[It's really not. The rest of the costume makes sure of that.]

Come visit me at the outpost, then.

[anytime]

Whoa. No dodgy attempts to circumvent the inevitable?

[Sure, she's two years older, but...]

Is this a trap.

[fluthlu]

Drat, you've caught onto my scheme. Curse my transparency.

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[goingrogue]

A mustache, huh? Does that mean I should start calling you dad? All your parts are still there, right? There is no absence of parts?

[fluthlu]

[Rose actually laughs at this - the first time this morning that she hasn't been 100% casually horrified.]

As far as I know, I am still a biologically female human fifteen-year-old. I've merely been forced into an unremovable costume. That of your friend Jane, in fact. With an added mustache of thus-far questionable origins.

[goingrogue]

Oh [...] You could've just mentioned had something to do with this in the firs place. You had me worried, though now I wonder if I should be worried about Janey.

[ She laughs hersef. ] I didn't know how much this whole thing can effect a person though. You never know around here. I'm still wholly female myself. Wholly female and wholly bad ass.

[fluthlu]

I don't think you have any reason to be worried about Jane. These costumes appear to be merely that. And if they follow any sort of a pattern, she would merely be dressed in my orange robes.

[Her voice gets a little quieter - she's backed up from her dresser, trying to see the back of the wig.]

You're correct, one never knows. I have certainly seen biological sex changed by a loss many times before. Though I suppose if that were to happen, I would merely turn into Dave.

Rose; Dictated

[cyan_maid]

[There are some grey smudges on the page that look mysteriously like fingerprints.]

Do I have your...oh! No, no, I haven't got your clothes at all, Rose! I would be more than happy to switch if that were the case. I think I have contacts on, but they're not doing anything to help...

[fluthlu]

[Rose's eyes widen at the grey marks, and she gives a little hum of recognition.]

You've been dressed as one of our troll friends, then?

[cyan_maid]

How did you...

[There's a pause. It seems like she's just discovered how much that makeup smudges.] Oh, beans in a bucket!! I've gotten grey on everything!!!

[fluthlu]

I'm afraid I have little experience with body paint, but I'm sure it will wash off easily enough.

[She's trying not to laugh at the mental image.]

Which of our friends are you dressed as?

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[staggeringego]

[ A loud laugh. He might not know Rose, but he knows a girl's voice when he hears one. ]

Sounds like a rather nasty curse to me.

[ And by nasty he means funny and harmless. ]

[fluthlu]

[She's thankfully past the point of being pissed about this, and just gives a little hum of acknowledgement.]

It could always be worse, I suppose. It could have been a handlebar.

[She briefly imagines trying to drink tea with one of those.]

I'm currently living at the outpost - have you seen any cases of unwanted costumes around the castle?

[staggeringego]

Now that would be something, wouldn't it?

[ He has to think for a moment on that one. ]

I suppose I've seen a few people around looking a little more out of place than usual.

[fluthlu]

That would be more comforting if Paradisa wasn't, in essence, a temporary home for a couple hundred out-of-place people.