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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Bound wizard. Foul mood.

Lots and lots of books spread out over a table. Beer for breakfast.

Harried and stressed expression.

[OOC: Mun is cataloguing bones in the basment, so may be more slowtime than usual...]

[OOC: Still not woman. Sooty tires to persuade Eska that having a penis really isn't that bad. Barry is more sympathetic and explains about electric razors. Indy is taken back and talks about Stampy for much distraction relief.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Are the books helpful at all?"

Asar-Suti comes by, cup of tea in his hand, not sounding exactly convinced that they would be.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska gives a snort of frustration.

"Depends what you mean by helpful. There's lots of ways that you can force someone into a different shape, but I can't find anything about locking them into that shape.

"I'm not sure how long I can go on like this, Sooty, this body is horrible."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"It is not," Asar-Suti says, with utter conviction.

"In fact, it is a well-made body, sturdy, strong and nice to look at."

He grins at her.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

She glares in the face of the grin.

"Stop that. You know me too well for that sort of nonsense."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Okay, scrap the part where it's nice to look at. It's still a very serviceable body, appears to be healthy, strong, with all the right lims correctly attached, well-designed for running and walking and making things, for carrying kids or things, or for putting books on high shelves."

A long look.

"In short, nothing wrong with it except that it's male. Is that really so bad as to deserve that kind of desparation, and warrant being called 'horrible', Esk?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't move right," Eska elaborates. "My balance is wrong. My hands are bulky and I can hold a quill like I used to. My face constantly itches and don't get me started on the other thing."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"You're a bit taller and can reach higher shelves; you can carry more books at once, and you can pee standing up, if you excuse my frankness," Asar-Suti points out.

Then, he grins. "When Lochiel was stuck in female-shape for a week, he complained his hands being too small to confortably handle the large grimoires, and general weakness, and being too short. And you, in male-shape, hate the transformation for exactly the opposite reasons. I find that very funny."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I'm a bit taller, but I have always been able to use steps. Of course, now my feet take up the entire step. I haven't noticed any difference in the number of books I can carry: I've never not beenn able to carry enough. And don't talk to me about pissing. That's an altogther nasty experience."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"So I hear; that's why I don't do it," Asar-Suti says, grinning brightly. If you're really just made of magical energy, as Asar-Suti is (and Tim is now as well, his body still rotting in the earth near the lake), you can pick what aspects of humanity to manifest, and what points to gloss over.

Asar-Suti now pays dearly for never having paid attention to smell, though.

"So, for that little thing, you want to move heaven and earth to revert the spell? If it's like everything else that happens to people in here, it'll stop anyway after a week or so."

Asar-Suti stops himself from amending that he doesn't know about anything being little, of course.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry walks by. He sees something - someone? - familiar in the back of his eye, but he's not entirely focused and keeps on going towards the Bar for a cup of tea.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Barry," Tim and Sooty didn't recognise her, so Eska's not all that surprised.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Tea in hand, he turns and looks. The accent is familiar but the voice is not. Neither is the face.

"Um. hello. Do I know you?" He looks at the young man, and the clothes and the books. "Are you from the university?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska pauses, wondering how to best explain this.

"Yes, you know me. I was hit by a forced transfiguration just after becoming Bound.

"It's me, Eska."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

He staaaaaares. He loosens the grip on his cup as he ponders it. The cup begins to fall.

Barry comes out if it, catches the cup rather easily, and comes closer.

The look in his - her? - eyes is Eska's. The body language, strange as it seems, is hers as well. And it's not like this is all THAT odd, at the Bar or even in his life.

"Good grief.

"Um, I'd ask if you are okay, but that would be the dumbest question, wouldn't it?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

She cringes a little under scrutiny, but pulls a resigned face.

"It might well be, yes.

"I've been better, actually. It's quite something to get used to."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Um, if you have any, er, questions, about being male, I could try to help." Barry being Barry, he's mildly uncomfortable.

"I assume, however, that all these books imply that you would rather just reverse what happened. Any idea why this happened? Or is it another wonderful mystery of the Bar?" Barry sits.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Eska says, meaning it. "But I think I'm figuring it out. I certainly don't want to talk about it.

"And I have no idea how it happened. One minute I was fine, tlaking to Prospero, the next my body was being wrenched inside out. Tim says it smells like bar magic, but that might be a shield set up to mislead, or something.

"My magic is blocked somewhat as well. I can't find my own morphogenic field, and neither can Tim or Tiki."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy can't help but notice the cantankerous wizard sitting near by while he tucks into his breakfast. In stark contrast, his mood is bright and chipper as he slashes the advertising expense item and suddenly finds his new venture turning a huge profit.

"Cheer up. I'd say it may never happen, but it does here... every twenty four hours."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"S'not the point," Eska says, a little distracted and not looking up from the books. "It's already happened, the question is: how do I undo it?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

None-the-wiser, Indy butters a slice of toast. "What happened?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska looks up at him now.

"What happened is I used to be a woman. And now, apparently, I'm not."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

His nose wrinkles. There's something familiar, but he can't put his finger on it. "I had just the opposite problem a few weeks ago. Self-imposed, mind you. I'm sure there's people here who can reverse it."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"No," Eska says, forgetting that she hasn't pointed out who she is. "I cant find my morphogenic field. Tim's even tried, and if anyone could, it'd be him.

"What happened to you? I don't remember that."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Well, considering we've never met..." He scratches his head, a little confounded by the implication of acquaintance, and still struggling with something at the back of his mind. "Have we?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Indy," Eska says steadily. "It's me: Eska."