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[i_candozat]

It's been a fairly busy few weeks for Pavel; when he finds a door into Milliways, he gladly takes it, PADD tucked under his arm. Unfortunately, the fact that it would be Mardi Gras on the other side of said door did not occur to him, and it results in a shout of surprise when he feels his body shift--and looks down.

Anyone who understands Russian (and judging by the vehemence of his cursing most who don't, too) will very shortly be treated to one very stunned and very unhappy Pavel Chekov. Just...call him Pasha for now.

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[seat_five_girl]

"I - I miss my own body too."

Milliways, where swearing just that sort of way is a little special compared to most places.

[i_candozat]

"Aiy, aiy aiy. Zis is not good. Wery much not good," he--now she--says, looking up at Ako.

"You are...female?"

[seat_five_girl]

"Usually," says Ako, "I'd have rather been put in the bunny suit again. This shirt doesn't even close."

"Oh, um, my name is Izumi Ako, but please call me Ako."

The bow at the end flashes blue hair at Chekov, that much stayed the same at least.

[i_candozat]

"Ako."

Oh, damn. His voice is unmistakeably female. Oh, damn. Pavel stops, sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. "My name is Chekov. Pavel Andreievich Chekov." He doesn't want to look down again. Because the Academy reds he had been wearing? Are now not pants, but a rather startlingly short miniskirt and sweater getup with the same black boots.

[seat_five_girl]

"It's good to meet you Chekov-san," says Ako, "Happy Mardi Gras, I guess?"

[i_candozat]

"Mardi Gras?" The date had completely slipped his mind, because his world didn't particularly celebrate Lent, and as a result the holiday of indulgence beforehand had slipped by the wayside.

"Tch. And ze bar always does zis?"

[seat_five_girl]

"I guess it's one of the changing holidays," sighs Ako, "But not everyone changes the same for every holiday, so I don't know."

[i_candozat]

The muttering that comes out of her this time is flatter, going with the motion of her palm connecting with her face.

"Oh, zis is bad. Ewil."

[seat_five_girl]

"It doesn't follow you home," offers Ako, "If you aren't Bound anyway."

Ako shifts his weight.

"How do guys even move like this?"

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

For the record, McCoy doesn't understand Russian cursing. He does, however, know the sound of it pretty well between two female Others, neither of which are shy about expressing their opinion.

And that is the sound of a very unhappy Russian.

That'd be why there's one American doctor peering over the top of his book to eye the newcomer. It isn't Olya, or Katya, so he's not inclined to investigate imediately. Olga made him promise not to bring attention to himself, and for all he knows, all Others (or at least the ones that might be dangerous) are Russian.

[i_candozat]

What might make the girl slightly more recognizable are the Academy reds--now transformed from pants and overshirt to a remarkably short miniskirt and boots with a sweater.

There are a few parallels to Chekov; this version has the same hair, the same eyes, most of the same face. "You need not to stare at me, Doctor McCoy," she says, English only going from slightly difficult to bad when he's frustrated. Unfortunately that comes out before she fully realizes that Bones might not recognize her.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

He's fairly sure Olga's world has nothing like his Starfleet - he's already heard her opinion of the female uniforms. That relaxes him a little. While Olga might suspect the ones she worries about of pretty much anything, this strikes him as being a bit beyond the pale.

"'Fraid I don't have a reason not to. You're making a bit of a spectacle of yourself, Cadet."

[i_candozat]

"I am supposed to not be making a spectacle?! I am not female!" she says vehemently, bringing her hand to the bridge of her nose. "Zis is a bad joke. It must be."

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

He gives her a very long, assessing look.

"Not to be contrary, Cadet, but you are female. At least you have all the major physiological features." He retorts, dryly.

[i_candozat]

He sighs.

"My name is Pavel Andreievich Chekov," he begins. "I am not supposed to be female. Vhen I came in from my room, I vas male. I am male all ze time outside zat damned door." He rarely curses in English. This warrants it.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

McCoy?

Is giggling.

We're sorry, Chekov.

Maybe it'd be better to leave before he starts out-and-out laughing.

[i_candozat]

Chekov just sighs.

"I need a drink for zis."

Unfortunately the bar does not seem inclined to give him one, much to the young midshipman's chagrin. "And I suppose you think zis is terribly funny," he mutters.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

If it helps at all, there's a significantly less-than-thrilled Asian fellow in an ill-fitting Vault suit in the Bar today? With a dog at his feet who may possibly look familiar, given that it's the dog that follows Ellen around all the time.

The Russian cussing gets a startled look from that direction.

[i_candozat]

She's almost vibrating from sheer frustration by the time she stops cursing, though her mutters of discontent are no less inventive for anyone that knows Russian. For those who don't the decidedly stormy expression on her face says a lot.

"Dogmeat." He--now she--looks up slowly at the owner. "...Ellen?"

No way. Does the sex-switching happen to everyone?

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Afraid so," says Ellen sourly. "Apparently it's one of those holiday things. Like Cubefall, only without the part where anyone asks you if you want to try something new or not. Who am I talking to, please? I know two people who sound like you do who've met my dog."

[i_candozat]

"Pavel," says Chekov, as mildly as he can manage, running his fingers through hair suddenly way too long. "Zis is...wrong. On my counts."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh, good Lord." Ellen shakes her- his? Whatever- head. "Yes. Yes it is. It'll go away in a few days but that doesn't make it a good thing to surprise people with in the first place!"

[i_candozat]

"Yes. Zat."

For lack of any other useful thing to say, Pavel comes to sit next to Ellen--oh, this is so wrong, he knows it and can feel it all the way through him, this body is not designed to be his--and asks for vodka and a couple of shot glasses. He figures the now-not-female Ellen could use it too.

"At least Dogmeat is ze same."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Under normal circumstances Ellen doesn't drink vodka. Not because of any moral objection, but because the biggest alcoholic in Vault 101 had a weakness for it, and vodka and Mrs. DeLoria's visits to her father's clinic were inevitably intertwined.

Right now Ellen doesn't especially care.

"As far as I can tell he just thinks I smell a little bit off," Ellen says. "He hasn't been affected, and he doesn't act differently towards me, which is about all I can really ask for."

[i_candozat]

Pavel just shakes her head at this whole situation. "Do you think is vill stick?"

...Crap, that would suck.