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[bothfoulandfair]

[Kai is sitting on Elsa's bed, holding a pair of gloves in his hands. He looks... okay, really, and he's pretty unmistakeably Elsa, despite the modern clothes (borrowed from Dillon's room) and the fact that he's, you now. Not.] I know it's probably too much to ask for logic, here, [Because he's not an idiot, seriously. This place is the exact opposite of reasonable.] But if we're going to be forced to live other lives, or switch places with our counterparts during events like this, wouldn't it make sense to alter our rooms, too? The experience we'd gain from it would be fundamentally the same, but a lot less... awkward. Especially in terms of clothing options. [Open Spam] [Flood or no flood, Kai isn't confining himself to his room as much anymore. As much, because he still spends a lot of time there, but you can also catch him in the dining hall, and the library at normal hours, instead of only in the middle of the night. He might even wander up on deck from time to time. But he's still... well, a little weird about being around other people, and the flood sort of makes it more confusing. It's harder to tell who's who, so anyone who comes near is regarded with some amount of suspicion before he tries to force his way through some polite conversation. Honestly, sometimes he's exhausted by the fact that his warden probably won't approve of adding a kitchen and shower onto his room. Then he'd really never have to leave.]

Comments

[devilinablackdress]

He likes fucking with us, what d'you think?

[bothfoulandfair]

I guess it's not important.

[nightmaring]

Stuck with dresses too?

[He rolls his eyes just a little. He's been amused by this flood, for the most part, putting off the inevitable discomfort of considering himself as a woman. His room is still his room, after all, just decorated a little differently. It's the wardrobe that's the real trouble.]

The Admiral must be running out of ways to entertain himself.

[bothfoulandfair]

Do you need clothes? Leslie - I mean, Dillon, I guess, gave me some. [Not sure how he feels about his warden being herself while thinking she's someone else, but. There are probably stranger things that could've happened.]

[nightmaring]

[There are definitely stranger things. Morgan arches his eyebrows at the name switch, not bothering to hide the smirk.]

Dillon?

[bothfoulandfair]

She thinks she's usually a boy. This flood seems unnecessarily confusing. ... More so than usual.

[nightmaring]

A good thing you clarified. Otherwise, how would we know this one from all the other floods?

[bothfoulandfair]

I'd say the lack of appropriate clothing, for one, but I guess that isn't even true, is it?

[nightmaring]

You know it's not.

[bothfoulandfair]

Have you spoken with your warden yet?

[nightmaring]

He's not affected - or maybe he is. He's mentioned his [he waves his hand dismissively] counterpart.

[bothfoulandfair]

Well, of course he'd have some contingency plan.

[nightmaring]

It is Asher.

[bothfoulandfair]

So, want to come over and compare dresses? [He's very much kidding.]