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Dec. 4th, 2010 11:44 pm[Action]
[Fenimore has been pretty lucky the past couple of weeks. Despite all of the effects flying around the village, she's stayed entirely normal for the entire experiment. But, on the home stretch, her luck runs out.
On her way back from groceries, she suddenly wobbles and falls over in the village square. She starts to get back up and gather the bags she dropped, looking exactly the same as she always does, but suddenly she freezes. Slowly, she looks down at herself.] Ahh!
[Evidently from her voice and expression, she's surprised about something. Ignoring the groceries, she runs towards the nearest shop window, though it's not exactly the most graceful run ever. She wobbles as if she were drunk and even falls over a second time on the way.
Upon reaching the shop window, she looks at her reflection, apparantly stunned by what she sees, though she looks exactly the same as she always does. The expression changes to one of mild horror as she reaches up and pulls at her face.]
I'm a girl?
["She" buries "her" face in "her" hands, mumbling.] This isn't nearly as funny as when it happened to Sokka. ...Although.... ["She" peeks out from behind her hands.] It looks like I make a pretty cute girl. Hmm. [Sounding a little more optimistic, "she" actually starts to pose for "her" reflection. It seems "she" is forgetting that "she" is in public, though at least all of "her" posturing is pretty innocent.] Not bad. I guess I can live with it for a little while.
...But what's with these things? ["She" gazes at the two protruding "these things" in "her" reflection. Following "her" gaze, "her" hands move to grab them.]
What's up with this hairstyle? ["She" tugs on the two pigtails.] I'd think a female me would have a better sense of style than that. ["She" continues to study "her" reflection with an expression of concentration, not really paying attention to anyone else who might be in the square.]
[Voice]
[Later, a voiced entry pops up from a completely normal-sounding Fenimore. The experiment effect is not obvious.]
How long are these things supposed to last? It's already been a couple of weeks--I don't remember anything going on this long before. How am I supposed to walk anywhere like this?
[OOC: So Fenimore here is under two events at once. The first is an AU event, wherein everyone from her world is the opposite genders, including herself. The second effect is genderswap. So, in summary, "she" looks exactly the same as usual, but all "her" memories are of having been a boy all of her life. "She" may take some convincing that "she" hasn't changed, though.]
[Fenimore has been pretty lucky the past couple of weeks. Despite all of the effects flying around the village, she's stayed entirely normal for the entire experiment. But, on the home stretch, her luck runs out.
On her way back from groceries, she suddenly wobbles and falls over in the village square. She starts to get back up and gather the bags she dropped, looking exactly the same as she always does, but suddenly she freezes. Slowly, she looks down at herself.] Ahh!
[Evidently from her voice and expression, she's surprised about something. Ignoring the groceries, she runs towards the nearest shop window, though it's not exactly the most graceful run ever. She wobbles as if she were drunk and even falls over a second time on the way.
Upon reaching the shop window, she looks at her reflection, apparantly stunned by what she sees, though she looks exactly the same as she always does. The expression changes to one of mild horror as she reaches up and pulls at her face.]
I'm a girl?
["She" buries "her" face in "her" hands, mumbling.] This isn't nearly as funny as when it happened to Sokka. ...Although.... ["She" peeks out from behind her hands.] It looks like I make a pretty cute girl. Hmm. [Sounding a little more optimistic, "she" actually starts to pose for "her" reflection. It seems "she" is forgetting that "she" is in public, though at least all of "her" posturing is pretty innocent.] Not bad. I guess I can live with it for a little while.
...But what's with these things? ["She" gazes at the two protruding "these things" in "her" reflection. Following "her" gaze, "her" hands move to grab them.]
What's up with this hairstyle? ["She" tugs on the two pigtails.] I'd think a female me would have a better sense of style than that. ["She" continues to study "her" reflection with an expression of concentration, not really paying attention to anyone else who might be in the square.]
[Voice]
[Later, a voiced entry pops up from a completely normal-sounding Fenimore. The experiment effect is not obvious.]
How long are these things supposed to last? It's already been a couple of weeks--I don't remember anything going on this long before. How am I supposed to walk anywhere like this?
[OOC: So Fenimore here is under two events at once. The first is an AU event, wherein everyone from her world is the opposite genders, including herself. The second effect is genderswap. So, in summary, "she" looks exactly the same as usual, but all "her" memories are of having been a boy all of her life. "She" may take some convincing that "she" hasn't changed, though.]
