milliways_bar | Entries tagged with curiously transgendered

Ganymede is back in the bar, obviously recovering from the adventure into modern fashion and cuisine that he'd indulged in last visit. This time he's dressed in classical garb, an off-white tunic knotted off with a simple, leather belt and hanging down to just above his knees. All in all, it's a very simple outfit, standing in stark contrast to someone as...well, visually stunning as the young immortal.

He's sipping wine and pretending to read a copy of the Iliad, at the moment - really, he's just looking over it to people watch and occasionally scanning for references to himself. To be honest, he's not a very convincing fake reader.

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Across the bar, Momiji Sohma is being considerably more sociable - or trying to be, at least. He's sitting at a booth in his schoolgirl outfit with a checkers board set out before him, ready to play. There's a bright, hopeful smile on his face and a small, makeshift sign made out of notebook paper covered in marker notes and doodles.

It says, verbatim:

"Wanna play? =D"

((Tag either or, if you can manage it, both! Fun, please. ^^))

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Despite how things may be going for coworkers back in the Lab, Laini has had a good day herself. (The hidden explosions will stop soon enough, and not like it is going to happen again, considering what just got added to The List, now.)

So, she is here at the End of the Universe, leaning back in a chair, sipping a drink, and letting a (pet? gadget?) metallic green and gold large beetle run around one hand while she watches it, bemused. (It may even be named Ringo, but probably for different reasons entirely than you would think.)

ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com

It's been fun, really it has, but certain things needed to get back to normal. Ryoko is standing at the bar drinking a beer. He had finally read the sign regarding the whole mint debacle after a good deal of time spent distracted.

His worry now was that he was the last one stuck the wrong way.

ana-pascal.livejournal.com

Randomly scratching his chin.

The door's within sight and touch. But it's locked. Somehow. This is a problem.

Another one is this: if he doesn't turn back into a she soon, he is going to need a shave. And she has no intention of bringing a razor near her neck. No.

The legs are hard enough, thank you.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: R.E.M: Strange

benloserz.livejournal.com

A small note is posted on the notice board:

"Teenager, male, shapeshifted by mint into a female, seeking female who was shapeshifted into a male by the same means, for recovery of true gender. Can not offer any kind of material compensation. Look for the girl in a pink shirt, near this board."

And girl!Ben is sitting, looking at the table; he does not expect it to work, really, but is too much a fatalist right now to try to avoid whatever twist of fate is in his future.

Oh well, not like she has anything better to do than wait and brood.

benloserz.livejournal.com

There is a girl outside, sitting under a tree, scowling at the grass. Well, it is not the grass' fault, just Ben is bummed at the idea of being a girl, and still blissfully unaware of why it happen, and how to change back.

And even unaware that there is a rather simple way.

Simple, not easy.

So, scowling.

visible_sariel

Well, what do'ee know. It's a Sariel! It's a Sariel in the bar! That hasn't happened in a while.

Things on the ship are... things. The particle fountain--the haywire particle fountain, really--that they've been sent to examine is above and beyond her scientific ability, and she knows it. She'll leave it to Em and Sonya and Geordi; that's their domain, and Data's, and she'd just as soon keep her nose out of the details. And if certain recent events from Milliways itself are concerning her, at least she's not actively brooding.

She's in a booth--not a shadowy one, however--and is scanning what looks like a star chart with some interest. Studying? Maybe just reading for fun; this girl flies because she wants to. There's a mug of tea at her elbow that's giving off a rather strong scent of ginger along with it's steam, as well.

Come distract her before she inadvertently sends it crashing to the floor?

OOC: Sorry all, but I really need to call slowtime if that's alright? Super sleepy all of a sudden. I'll pick up all tags after I conk out for a few hours.

Current Mood: thoughtful

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

After many days locked in a room upstairs, too uncomfortable in female form to hang around in public, Revan has finally ventured down again.

Right now, he, who has been transfigured into a she, is staring at the notice that has been posted about the cure to the gender swapping mints and he looks determined to find someone. And, at this point, he doesn't even care if he'd have to kiss a random stranger because he really wants to be a man again and go home.

dragon_twin

Melou is still in the bar. On top of that, he's still angry. Maybe more! This can only be accounted for due to the large sign it took him forever to read and figure out, but now that he has, there is additional ire to what he had simply just from being a girl.

Being a girl, as he's discovered, sucks.

So there is a teenage girl, scowling in a chair near the observation window and swearing creatively in ancient Welsh. With a sword. Approach at your own risk.

gavemea_45

Dean's occupied with two girls at the bar, and from the way it's looking, Sam's pretty sure it'll be morning before his brother gets back to the motel. But upon overhearing the story Dean's spinning, Sam can't help but laugh.

"Man, a reality TV scout? What're you gonna think of next?"

Shaking his head, he packs up John's journal and his own notes and takes off. But when he opens the door to their room and finds Milliways on the other side instead, Sam shrugs and walks in.

first-sixth.livejournal.com

There's a tall, pretty woman sitting at one of the tables, with a sign propped up in front of her:

The utterly mortified expression on Tommy's face, plus the handwriting discrepencies between verse and credit, strongly suggest that someone else took the initiative to write the sign out for her.

That someone is so going to pay for this later, but for now, the sign speaks the truth. Tommy really, really wants her boy parts back now, plz.

notboundnow.livejournal.com

Well, the shock's worn off, but the weird center of gravity hasn't. And did we mention that hips are profoundly difficult to get used to when you've been comfortable in the male form for however many thousands of years?

If you're going to recognize the woman smoking at the Bar tonight, then, it's probably because she seems to be swimming in someone else's leather jacket.

On the other hand, maybe you won't. Either way, it's a gamble whether Prometheus will come clean to you or not.

blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Johnny, still very much female, has managed to read her way through the notice and is busy concocting one of her own.

Had a recant sex change of thee minty sort?

Need a snog?

I am your ~~man~~ woman!

Free kises!

She puts it on the table next to the baby moniter.

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Life is complicated. And learning what people think about you when they don't know you're listening strangely makes it worse. Millitimed to... er... sometime before last night, ish.]

heads-you-live.livejournal.com

Domino had seen the sign, and as such knew that he had a promise to fulfil.

All he needed now was the person he'd made the promise too, he knew she'd be around, sooner or later, so was content to bide his time with dinner.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

She had, with a bit of help, worked out what the sign on the bar said.

And, with a little more help, had written one of her own, it was currently propped up on her table, it said:

If you wants to have a makeouts with a famous rockstar, apply here.

Skwisgaar's handwriting, apparently, was better than his speech patterns, more legible anyway.

slasherofprices.livejournal.com

Simon Skinner is many things today, including a woman. He is also unhappy at himself for taking that mint. Really, he should've known better. At least those nasty little offenders have been replaced by a note detailing the cure, so he is now noting an ingenious little sign taped to his clothes saying: 'GENDER SWAPPED. MUST BE CURED.'

Help a brother out?

[ the person who's helping a brother out has already been decided, but do feel free to tag ~~simone~~ simon ]

fryertuck

"Attention, any guys here who used to be gals!" yells the 15-year-old girl standing on the Bar. "I am in the same minty-fresh boat as you, and I am rather desperately in need of kissing!"

Any takers?

first-sixth.livejournal.com

Tommy's curled up in one of the chairs near the fireplace. She has a latte in one hand and a pencil in the other, and seems to be doodling in a sketchbook of some sort. Distraction and company of any sort would likely be welcome; she looks a bit bored.

Have at.

[OOC: I'd like to get poor Tommy swapped back tomorrow, so if anyone has an f-t-m pup other than me (because my pups do not snog each other), please let me know. Likewise if you need an f-t-m pup for swappage. AIM is idigpaleontology.]

mercurialist

When you just leave food lying around in the open with nobody to watch it, it's not like Mercer's gonna grab some so fast that he doesn't pay attention to little details like warning labels. Give a god more credit than that.

...well, except for the whole thing where you'd be totally right in your withholding of credit.

This is why, several hours before Artie managed to confiscate the bowl of mints, there was another ominous SPLORT! somewhere in the rafters.

And it's why now, at the end of the bar, there's a woman with a knit cap shoved over her bleach-blonde hair, slumped down to rest her chin against her arms, and swinging her sandaled feet back and forth in what could only be described as a full-out sulk.

Okay, it's not all bad. He makes a pretty hot chick if he says so himself.

But...come ON.

fryertuck

On Peter's advice, Tucker-cum-Tina has written a note to Ray and left it with Bar, in case he can do anything to reverse this situation. In the meantime, nothing for it but to wait and record her experiences for later blogging. She leans against the bar and sips highly caffeinated carbonated beverage through a straw.

...man, there're a lot of cute boys here.

Current Mood: flirty

reluctantstar.livejournal.com

Ray sat in the bar, sporadically reading a newspaper, but mostly watching the bar and the people in it. He, or she, isn't too worried about the fact that he is a she, as he has been through it before, once here, and once elsewhere.

He knows the cure and is just enjoying watching everyone rush around in their own lives. The experience has been an interesting one, but not a bad one, for him, and he is grinning.

(ooc: All threads are welcome and will be writ as before the Abigail Whistler one)

rt-5478.livejournal.com

The container of mints that has wrought so much havoc over the past three days is now conspicuously absent. In its place is posterboard sign standing on the Bar, with the following neatly printed in black Sharpie marker:

ATTENTION ALL GENDERSWAPPED PATRONS!
READ THIS NOTICE FOR THE CURE!

The genderswap may be reversed by ingesting the bodily fluid of a person of the opposite sex who has also been swapped. The quickest and easiest way to do this is through a kiss, which will neutralize the genderswapping formula in both parties.

The antidote chemicals linger in the body for some time after the swap is reversed, so once you are cured you may continue to cure others.

Please leave me a note if you have any questions. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience you may have suffered.

Sincerely,
Arthur N. Meriono

[Also see this post in the Back Room.]

mago_sonriente

That would be why he hadn't been in. It's also why he hasn't seen the the announcement on the board that has him grinning as soon as he sees his name on it.

Score.

He jots down a note for ( Harry ) and proceeds to leave it at the bar. He's in such a good mood, in fact, that he entirely misses the rather blatant sign over the bowl of mints, figuring it for some sort of new bit of pleasantry for the bar (they put out mints all the time at his family's restaurant, after all) and pops a few into his mouth.

It's a nice change from the desert air. The mint in his mouth, anyway.

Then he's ordering a couple of glasses of water and sitting down to drink them. No, he hasn't noticed yet. To him, it just felt like how it feels when you go from extreme heat to AC. And he hasn't moved, so...

Oh, feel free to notice the random woman with a certain wizard's staff.

[ooc: mun at work, so expect a bit of slow]

Current Music: Ville Valo & Natalia Avelon - Summerwine

rt-5478.livejournal.com

The Mad Science Symposium was two and a half days of absolute chaos. More so than usual, even. Which is why Artie spent the last 18 hours passed out in bed, and is now heading to Milliways with the intention of drinking himself stupid.

A very grumpy gerbil trudges across the floor and climbs up a stool onto the bartop.

And sees a bowl of mints--the ones he thought had been confiscated by airport security--sitting not three feet away.

"oh dear God no."

This can't possibly be a good thing.

[Not even remotely plotlocked. Go for it.]