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There is a sprite at one of the tables, what's interesting about this tonight is that yesterday this sprite chose to become a human to get some well earned vacation time. right now she's sitting down and reading through a small how to guide on how to make fake driver's licenses.

See, in Suzi's world they don't have any real identities, so having a pair of fake driver's licenses would come in really handy for some of the places they're going to end up stopping at. Which is why she's got a notebook full of information and a Polaroid disposable camera next to her as well as a big tray of chili-cheese fries. So far, she's adjusting really well to being a human and having biology.

Come say hi!

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But can she adjust to her fiancee sneaking up behind her for a SURPRISE HUG ATTACK?

"Ah-haha!" Take that as a no considering she just flailed a bit laughing. "Bob.."

Still sweet and surprising...

"Gotcha!" he says with a grin. He gives her a peck on the cheek and then steps around to sit opposite her. "What's processing?"

"Just getting some things ready for our big trip." She chuckled pushing over a notebook. "Working our identities for over there."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I'm gonna need a last name, aren't I?"

This is why Dot does the planning. Because Bob sucks at it.

Well Dot tends to suck the fun out of things by over-planning, so it all balances out.

"I'm going to be Dorothy Matrice...and how does Robert Gardener sound?"

A snort of laughter. "I guess as long as Mike doesn't find out..."

"Mike won't ever find out."

Not if she can help it.

"We'll get them printed out later. You have enough spare clothes picked out?"

"I think so. But if not, they have laundry places in San Francisco, right?"

"Couple of them in the phonebook, we'll just go to whichever one's closest." Dot leans back smiling. "Can you think of anything else that might come up as a problem?"

Bob rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Uh... have you got some currency changed yet? That's the only thing that comes to mind."

"Did that before we changed, got about 800 in credits exchanged for the same amount of US dollars, all twenties and tens."

"All we have to do now really is wait for Suzi or Whistler to show up, might be a few days."

Bob nods, then his expression sobers a bit. "So... uh... how're you holding up?"

He hasn't forgotten her panic from last night. Or his own, for that matter.

"I'm...dealing. It kind of helps if I distract myself with something, about how weird everything is."

She hasn't either, it is definitely going to take some getting used to.

"I found it helped just to be in familiar surroundings, so you have a point of comparison..."

"It does...everything looks and feels a lot different." Dot nods to the plate of fries. "Such as smell, it's...just so differently arranged."

Bob nods. "Sergeant Wells--have you met him?--he kinda gave me a crash course on what the different smells are in the Bar. I'll see if I can help you with that."

"well....this I remember from when I got swapped with claire...it's kind of warm...spicy smelling, and a couple of others." Dot looks thoughtful. "Maybe do a little run through of what other things you smell here?"

"Sure thing. Hang on a nano, let me get a couple of things from Bar."

He returns with a large tray full of stuff in his hands. It's a bit awkward to carry, and he ends up bumping into a few chairs on the way over.

"Okay," he says, setting the tray down. "I'm guessing you've smelled this a lot here..." he lifts a glass of clear liquid and hands it to Dot.

Dot leaned forward to sniff the top of the glass and made a face. "Yes... I'm smelling that a lot, fiantly chemical, like a cleaning fluid?"

Bob nods. "It's called 'alcohol.' It's what humans use to get drunk, so obviously there's a lot of it around."

Now he passes over a small glass dish with a residue of grime at the bottom. "How about this?"

"Smoky...bitter..acidic...foul." Dot makes a face, bleeeeech.

Though sniffing an ashtray IS supposed to help you stop cravin cigarettes. If you're you know. desperate.

"It's cigarette ash. Humans take the leaves of a plant called 'tobacco,' roll them up in paper, light them on fire and inhale the smoke. Don't ask, I don't get it either."

Bob shifts a little in his seat. He feels kind of... itchy all of a sudden.

"Hm... what next..."

"I'm afraid to ask what that stuff is." Dot points to a piece of paper with something amberish and sticky on it.

"Oh, that? That's pine tar. It comes from some of the trees out back," says Bob, distractedly. The itching feeling is getting worse. He squirms.

"You alright?" Dot's looking worried now. He's moving like someone stuck a null into his clothing.

"I dunno, I'm getting all itchy for some reason..." He tugs at his shirt collar, trying to get the label around to where he can see it. "Maybe I'm allergic to something in the fabric."

"Better go upstairs and change to something all cotton that's supposed to be hypoallergenic." Dot advises softly. "Then just bring the shirt down and we'll figure out what it is you're allergic to."

"Okay. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." He gives her another quick peck on the cheek before heading up the stairs.

The itching gets worse with every step; Bob's got his shirt peeled off by the time he gets to the right floor. As he heads down the hall, his legs start feeling wobbly. Is he getting sick? He stumbles over his own feet and falls--

--and suddenly the fall is a lot shorter, and he catches himself easily on all fours.

Bob blinks in bewilderment. He feels weird--an entirely different level of weird than being turned human. His body feels all bent out of shape, and he can hear and smell a lot of things he couldn't a moment ago, which is good because his hair is falling in his eyes and no matter how hard he brushes at it with his paws he can't get it to--

Wait. His paws??

There's a restroom a few doors down. Bob bolts for it (on four legs WTF) and props himself up to look at the mirror.

What he sees through the haze of hair looks something like this.

Not good. This is NOT GOOD.

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