2/23/2004
12:23 AM
Logfile from Chase.
The East River Docks
The farther east you go in this part of New York City,
the darker it seems to get. Shadows cast by the Brooklyn Bridge and the raised
parkway, the F.D.R. Drive, seem to keep this area in constant shade and
perpetual semi-darkness. The air is somewhat cooler here as well, nearer to the
waterfront. Apart from the South Street Seaport, which is located slightly
north of this location, the area is mostly deserted by the tourist trade. Only
hardened New Yorkers come here - the ones that can fend for themselves.
Dirt and grime are the keywords as they blanket every
dark corner. The smell of fish permeates the air as a number of old werehouses,
each probably garnering at least ten different building code violations, line
the shores of the river. With so many places to hide and lurk, the dredges of
New York consider this a haven.
Obvious exits:
Bowery St. (WE)
The Mended Drum Abandoned
Warehouse
Another day back at the docks. Sayuri shivers as a cold wind blows off the
water and she gathers her woolen peacoat closer about her slight form. She's got a rendezvous with one of her
contacts, but it's looking like he's a no show.
She'll give him fifteen more minutes and then call it a night. Perhaps there's still time to pop over by
Chase's apartment for a little TLC before heading back to her own stark
apartment. Leaning up against the brick
wall behind her, she scowls at a curious passerby, her reputation large enough
down on the waterfront to keep most of the sailors from trying anything shifty
with her. And those who aren't smart
enough are a reminder to the others not to tangle with her. She makes sure that no one makes the same
mistake twice.
Chase is not a pleased seishi. Oh no, not at all. He
scowls rather blatantly, and then shoots a glance askance to Kenny, or Kendra,
or whatever his/her name is now. "My balance is all off," he
complains. Actually, he has been complaining since this morning (in between
glaring at the mirror). It is a good thing that Chase has always taken to
wearing loose clothing, because it does wonders to hiding his new curves,
although certain areas are stretched rather tight. Very tight. "And my
back hurts."
Kenny is still calling Chase, Chase. After all, there is
a Chase Masterson who's all woman and well that should be self explanatory.
This seishi woke up with a scream. A very feminine one that only served to
confirm that yes they're both now... girls. The horror. Once trained as a
master of disguise and infiltration, Kenny... Kendra is still in a mild state
of denial, having refused to try to wear anything remotely girlish. Fortunately
loose clothing and the fact that he/she had long black hair anyway made outward
changes less impactful. The lack of specific equipment and instead being
stacked like Las Vegas gambling chips is what pisses him/her off most.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she hisses, trying not to trip. "My
shoes are too big, but I am sure not wearing heels!"
Oooh, look!
Distraction. And her favorite
kind, too. "Tomi-chan," Sayuri
calls, pushing off the wall and waving to the pair. "And Kenny-san. I was just thinking about popping by for a
visit. Seems like you both saved me the
trouble." Launching herself towards
her boyfriend, she doesn't quite glomp onto him, but she does give him a tight
squeeze only to have a frown mar her welcome expression. "Tomi-chan," she accuses as her
brows lower menacingly. "What are
these?" And with that question, she
sends a dismayed finger to poking the soft flesh that she unexpectedly
encountered.
"Okay, have you pissed anyone off recently? Cause
I'm fairly sure that I haven't." Fairly sure. But who knows with how
touchy some of those gods can get. Chase continues moving along, although there
is definitely a certain sway to his hips that definitely wasn't there before.
"I don't-" She cuts off immediately at Sayu's appearance, and
actually squeaks as she suddenly comes up to hug her. Nope, that definitely
wasn't a masculine squeak at all. And now she is groped? Poked. "Ahhh!
Sayuri!" Cough. The seishi attempts to lower her voice, and fails
miserably with the attempt. Cough-cough. "Hey, don't start fondling me in
front to Kenny!"
Kenny growls cutely back at Chase. At least it comes out
that way, she meant it to be menacing and angry, it sounds more like a kitten
growl. "I haven't done anything. Especially nothing that involve psychotic
weasels or anything. I was about to ask what the hell /you/ did." At
Sayuri's sudden approach, she too makes a rather girly yelp and backs up a step
behind the other.. girl. A clear bright blush suddenly sweeps across her face,
a very unKenny-like reaction. Trying to drop a sorprano voice into baritone is
a real trick though, sounding rather forced as she tries not to stammer.
"Sayuri-chan. That's..that's not a very uh..." She was going to say
lady-like but it only makes her blush more. "...polite thing to do."
"Fondling?"
That word makes Sayuri jump back and then she turns her head to blink at
Kenny. Both seishi are given a confused
scowl. "Okay, what's going on
here. If it's a practical joke, I'm not
amused." Looking over the pair, she
notices slight differences... frames than are a bit more slender than before,
fingers a bit daintier. "It's a
really, really bad joke. So you can just
stop whatever your doing now. Have your
friends jump out and say 'surprise' or whatever other sick thing you both
thought of."
Yeah, real manly, Kendra. Just hide behind Chase. She
blinks wide green-irised eyes at Sayuri (possibly one could consider it a
batting of eyelashes), and sighs -well, make that pouts. "Only if the joke
is on us." Sigh. And a dramatic one at that. What a diva. "I
just..." He sighs again, flickers a glance back at Kenny/Kendra as if she
could help out, and then looks back to Sayuri. "Do you swear you won't
laugh?"
"If she laughs, I say we can still kick her
butt." Kendra seethes, unconsciously crossing her arms over her rather
pronounced new chest, which doesn't help to hide their presence by much.
"This is no joke, but I agree with Chase, promise no laughing! It is not a
funny matter!" Not to them anyway. She shifts and comes back out from
behind the other changed seishi. "Shit this is humiliating!" Kenny
never thought of himself as being chauvinistic, but he'd never imagined this
day either.
Does Chase really want an honest answer to that? Sayuri just frowns at the dramatics that are
a result from her accusations as she feels the beginning of a really nasty
headache coming on. "Fine, fine, I
promise not to laugh. Now what's going
on?" At Kenny's words, she scowls
again. "You can try," she
shoots back all too sweetly. Really, the
boys are acting all too weirdly for her peace of mind.
Chase smirks back at Kenny and mutters, "I bet your
balance will be off to, but I'd love to see you try it." He sighs though,
glancing back at Sayuri. He seems to consider for a moment, flash a glance
around to the area to see if there are any peeping toms about, and sighs again.
"I had /nothing/ to do with this...." Pushing open his jacket wider,
he reaches down to curl fingers in the bottom of his shirt, and then seem to
gather himself together. His eyes lift heavenwards as he suddenly pulls up his
shirt and flashes Sayuri with one pair of rather large boobs. Just as quickly
as the shirt is lifted up, it is shoved back down again. "Mine are bigger
than Kenny's." Is he proud of this? Hard to tell.
Kenny only tries to yank his jacket closer around him,
since apparently smaller shoulders also means things hang a bit more. "I
think I'm more worried about 'things' getting in my way." he snipes.
"I didn't have anything to do with this either! But we both woke up this
way. When Tomite flashes though, he yelps and covers his eyes instead of gaping
which he would have been inclined to do under different circumstances.
"They are not!" He can't believe he just said that though. "But
you're a little hippy..." Ooooh, bad thing to say?
"What the hell... you both got implants?" Sayuri just boggles at the pair of seishi and
shakes her head. "How drunk were
you both last night?" And wait, how
did they heal so fast? After all, she's
the one that regenerates, right?
"I've heard of morning after regrets, but this takes the
cake." And then Sayu does what
she's promised not to, she bursts out laughing, almost doubling over as the
giggles bubble up and out. "Oi, I'm
so telling Brice-san, Tomi-chan. You'll
never hear the end of this little debacle."
Chase turns to stare at Kenny, hands dropping to his
hips. "Oh no, you didn't. I did not just hear you say something about my
ass looking big? Because if you did..." He'd start a cat-fight with
pulling hair and screeching? Well, probably not. But Chase is turning back to
Sayuri, and blinking at her. "Implants? You can't just get implants like
that." Smirk. "Do you wanna drop your drawers for her,
Ken/dra/." Smile. Wait. His girlfriend is laughing. So now he'll pout
again, "You said you wouldn't laugh!" Beat. "Heh, I wonder how
flat aniki is. He's got to be flat."
Kenny uncrosses his arms and points. "No way are
these implants! Damn, what do you think we're crazy? There isn't enough liqueur
in the world to make me do this, let alone Chase too." He tries picturing
the other Genbu and just rubs his forehead. "This is crazy, I don't know
what we're going to... hey! Stop laughing! You promised!" Hands clench and
the sudden urge to slap Sayuri nearly over comes him. Actually he wants to
burst into tears, but what.. Kenny cry? Nuh uh. No way. "I am not dropping
my pants for anyone, let alone you or her!"
Sayuri hiccups with giggles and shoots them both an
unapologetic look. "So I
lied." Really, this is Sayuri. She lies all the time. Their words slowly sink in and her laughter
suddenly stops cold as she pales.
"So this isn't a joke?
You're both.... you're both... /girls/?" She says the last word as if it was something
dirty, something abhorrent as her eyes widen in dismay. "What the hell... boys don't just change
into girls overnight. It's... it's not
natural." Not to mention that it
has the girl all different sorts of confused.
Chase bites her lip though as she gets a look at Kenny
beginning to get a little uppity. No, she isn't going to say anything to the
effect that the other genbu looks good when she is mad, so just keep that
thought out of your heads. She sighs though, looking back at Sayu with another
frown. "Yes, we're both... /girls/." He almost says that as if it was
a naughty word too. "And trust, me it can happen... we're both walking
examples." He extends his arms out to either side, his shirt stretching
taught over his chest. Gee, and is it a little cold out, 'cause those are
definitely puppy-dog noses. "See. And this definitely isn't the first time
that the gods have fucked around with my appearance."
Kenny doesn't know whether to kick Sayuri or pull her
hair, then decides on neither since one would probably make him fall over and
the other makes his own long tresses rather vulnerable. "Dammit, yes.
Isn't it obvious enough?" Well, not with what they're wearing, no. As
Chase stretches, his eyes dip down out of habit and makes him blanch. No, he so
did not just oggle Tomite! >_< "Argh, quit doing that! If you want
to show them off so much, go join a strip club or something!"
While the boys... girls... keep ogling one another,
Sayuri just looks from one to the other before stomping her foot. "I'm not going to date a girl," she
informs them primly, crossing her arms over her own less than large chest. Or at least it seems that way compared to
theirs. Oi, how is it that the boys get
the big bosoms. It's just not fair. "Look, you can hit on each other to your
hearts desires, but I've had enough. I
don't like this, not one bit. And your
gods are just a bunch of freaky dieties."
Chase swings about to glare at Kenny, only to take an
abrupt step forward to compensate for the... wobbling things. "Were you
looking at me? You were, weren't you? You were leering at my boobs. You have
your own set. Leer at them." At Sayuri's words though, he blinks back at
her with those wide eyes of his, and gasps. "What? You're breaking up with
me? You are breaking up with me because of my body? That's it, isn't it? You
don't like my body." *sniff*
Kenny sticks his hands on his hips. "You were
drawing attention to them on purpose! Believe me, I don't want to stare at your
body at all if I had a choice!" Yes, this might be the start of a cat
fight as they start to get louder. Those sailors and other miscreants in the
area are probably starting to get a good show at this rate. "I am not
hitting on him!" He restates for Sayuri, blinking as the girl sulks at
them. "Oi, you're dumping her?" Pause. "Well..given that he's..a
she.. still. This better not be permanent!"
"What if the shoe was on the other foot,
Tomi-chan. What if I had changed into a
boy, would you still want to date me?"
Sayuri looks slightly uncomfortable before admitting, "I still love
you, but... you... you're a girl! What
if it is permanent? Do you have any idea
about trying to change back? I'm sorry,
demo..." She trails off, shaking her head.
"You two need some time alone to adjust." Obviously.
"I need to go."
Cold. Calm. Cool.
Sayuri keeps her emotions bottled up inside, wanting to appear
indifferent. It would serve no purpose
to inflict her true emotions on the pair, after all, it's not their
faults. Well, at least they're claiming
it's not their faults.
"I was making a point, Ken/dra/!" And with
those nipples like that, you can certainly believe that a point was made. Chase
sighs though, and mutters, "Considering that our god is a turtle with a
snake wrapped around him, freaky doesn't even begin to describe it." More
like downright obscene? She blinks though, turning to stare at Sayuri with
those big, green eyes of her's again. "Well, I..." Looking a bit
indecisive while shifting weight from one foot to another, she finally bounces
forward to try to reach for Sayuri. "No! Wait. Please. Sayu. This has to
get fixed."
Kenny wasn't gonna come out and say to Sayuri that she
might make a cute looking boy, because that would be wrong and right now she
probably could gut him/her and win. "Seesh, you're a selfish little bitch
aren't you?" Inami comments rather rudely. "It's all Me, Me, Me when
we're the ones with an obvious problem. "We don't need time alone!"
Not with each other. "We need /help/." And we're not talking makeup
and clothes. Well maybe some clothes, these boobs feel kinda unwieldy without a
bra. "And you, stop calling me Kendra!"
"So what if I am," Sayuri shoots Kenny a
bemused look. "You think I want to
make friends with you now that you're a girl?
Sometimes a girl has to be a bitch to get by in this world... and that's
a lesson you should remember just in case nothing can be done for you both." Giving Chase an understanding look, she nods
her head knowingly, "See, Tomi-chan.
You understand." She turns
to head towards the subway only to be caught up short with his hand around her
wrist. Turning to give him a desperate
look over her shoulder, she shakes her head quickly. "And what if it doesn't? What then?"
Speaking of the subway, look who's coming now, another
one... another -female- one. "Chase!" The voice itself is unfamiliar,
rather deep for a woman's, smokey. But with the hair color and the name the
woman is calling, who else could it be but Brice? "Chase, where the hell
are you?!" ...Y'know, especially with Brice's wonderful turn of phrase in
regard to the little sibling.
Chase scowls at Kenny, jabbing a finger at the other
seishi complete with long fingernail. "Hey, don't call her that. Or I'll
come over there and scratch your eyes out." He turns back to Sayuri
though, looking most wretched, "You're going to leave me in my time of
need? You're just going to leave?" He frowns at her, nearly pouting again,
and then simply lets go. "It'd be awkward, but I'd still love you."
He frowns, about to say something more, only to have his attention capture
by... Brice. Blink. "Holy hell, he's got boobs too."
Kenny closes his/her eyes and scrinches them up, trying
to wipe out the mental image of Sayuri and she-male Tomite together. If he
wasn't also in girl form, he might find it amusing. Maybe even interesting, but
right now it just makes him want to scream. "Fine I take it back, /you're/
acting the bitch now." he insists, crossing his arms over his overly ample
bosom again. Then his eyes snap open at the outburst and he whirls around,
almost falling over too as he tries to compensate, the loose sneakers not
helping much. "What? Brice... too? Or should we call him 'Britney'?"
"Brice?"
Sayuri just squeaks as the other Genbu comes loping up. Does that mean that Ash is a boy? Or is she in the same boat that Sayuri is
in? Turning back to Chase, she frowns
and then softens slightly, but maintains her stance. "I still love you, Tomi-chan. That hasn't changed... demo... I'm not
attracted to you. I've never been
attracted to women. Why would you want
to be with me with that part of our relationship missing? It wouldn't be fair to you,
Tomi-chan." And then the tears rise
up as she blinks them back furiously, unwilling to cry in front of the other
seishi.
"You call me Britney and I will stab your eye out
with a pencil." Maybe Brice is already PMSing... u.u Anyway. Apparently
s/he has stumbled in on a rather... personal moment between the two lovebirds.
"And you've got 'em too, you know, yours are worse." Personal moments
won't stop him/her for long. But in respect for their problems, which s/he has
not yet had to deal with, Brice talks mainly to Kenny. "I called Travis,
it got him too. I don't know about Anana or Darren. Do you have any idea what
this is from?"
"Britney," Chase echoes with a bit of an amused
snicker. Okay, so she did think that one was funny. "You look...
nice." Cough. He smirks though, only to have his attention taken by Sayuri
yet again. "Oh, hell. Don't do that. If you start crying, I'm going to
start crying." And they'll be just a bunch of blubbering girls? How
quaint. Maybe they'll go for ice cream later. "Awh, man. I just... just
give it time. Please?"
Kenny's crossed arms aren't doing much to hide his ample
uh..attributes, but he keeps trying. Maybe he should have found an even larger
jacket, but that would have looked way too suspicious looking. "What, it
was just an idea. I mean, you don't know too many girls named Brice now do
you?" He flicks an annoyed glance at Chase for that same reason.
"Damn, it got... Travis?" A moment of delighted amusement, then it
passes as Kenny gets that sinking sensation. "So it's not just us. This is
worse than I thought, but I have no idea why this happened." Aside from
the dream that is. "Oh hell, no blubbering!" That was to Sayuri as
well, in case it starts them all wailing. That would suck.
"I'm not going to cry," Sayuri denies with a
sniffle. "Look, Tomi-chan, it's been
a shock. I... I need time to think. I can't promise anything, demo... I'll think
about things, okay?" Rubbing her
hand across her eyes, she glares at Kenny again. "You make a really lousy woman,
Kenny-san," she remarks cattily before sniffing. "I'm not the blubbering type." And then she proceeds to straighten her
shoulders and lift her chin haughtily as she walks away. And she doesn't look back, because she
actually *is* crying and doesn't want any of them to find out. Oi.
What a day. What a hell of a
day. And she wasn't even the one who was
changed. >.<
"If you -have- to give me a female name then at
least think of something with some semblance or -morality- attached to
it." Even 'Brittany' would be better, though that isn't high on his/her
list either. In some ways Brice is lucky, not having as much to hide as Kenny
or Chase. "Yeah, Travis too. He..." Brice can't bring him/herself to
change the pronoun. "He's trying to bind himself down, he hung up and ran
out to get ace bandages." Oh yes, undeniably finds that amusing.
"Fortunately Ash isn't home this weekend but she's going to find out all
too soon." Looks after Sayuri as she leaves, not aiming an insult at her,
but brings up a foot to kick at Chases rear as the -real- girl leaves. "Go
after her."
"But... But..." Chase blinks after Sayuri, his
own eyes beginning to look rather glossy. "Dammit, I'll look all blotchy
if I start to tear up." She blinks after her for a moment, only to squeak
at Britney kicks at him. "Hey! Dammit! Everyone keeps touching me!"
He attempts a growl, only to have it end up with a very feminine squeak.
"Wait up! Saaaaaaaaayyyyyyuuuurrrriiiiiiii!" And so he flounces off
after her, hips swaying with the movement.
Kenny huffs softly. "Oh fine, how's Surly, I mean uh..
Shirley?" he gripes at Brice/Britney before watching the other two girls
running off. "I think Travis has a good idea, but frankly I don't think
it's going to work as well for me." The comment makes him look back down
with distaste. "And if we change back, I wouldn't be caught dead in a
bra." Then he shouts after Chase. "I wouldn't touch you with a
ten-foot pole!"
2/23/2004
01:51 PM
Logfile from Chase.
The Berkley Apartments - 302
Sparse living at its finest, or worse. The wood flooring
actually as something of a luster to it through the careful maintenance of
leaser's past. Walls are a rather neutral beige with something of a wood border
about a third of the way up to add some character, as sparse as it is though.
There is a threadbare couch, simple table and chairs, a tiny kitchen and an
even tinier bathroom. A pair of doors seem to oppose one another down the small
hall to the bathroom, each one leading to a different bedroom. But it is the
additions that seem to give this places its character: like the expensive
stereo system just over there flanked by a couple of towers of CDs or the
dreamcatcher by the window that overlooks the fire escape and the street below.
Obvious exits:
Exit
It probably took quite a bit of convincing and cajoling
and various other arguments to get Sayuri to come home with him... her...
whatever. Chase cautiously opens the door to the apartment, nervously watching
Sayuri, often biting at her bottom lip as she steps back. "I just... I
just think we needed to talk without all the rest of the... girls
present." Smirk.
It did indeed, but Chase knows just how to trigger
Sayuri's ofttimes buried sympathy button.
And he does it all too well.
Trying to maintain her calm, she follows the seishi into the apartment
before settling awkwardly on the couch.
"Demo, Tomi-chan, I don't think there's anything to talk
about. I still love you... demo, I'm not
attracted to you. And it's unfair to us
both to continue in a relationship where everything's changed, ne?"
Okay, so maybe there is just this little part of her that
gets defensive at not being called attractive. And her features begin to look a
little mutinous. "I am so." Chase smirks though at her own words, and
then she shakes her head from side to side, "Well, I just want to be sure
you aren't just being a little quick to decide on this. You hardly see me as a
girl, and all of a sudden you're like... ending things."
"I didn't say you're not attractive... you're very
pretty, Tomi-chan. It's just that... I'm
not into girls." Sayuri takes a
heavy breath before looking away and admitting.
"What do you want me to do, feign something that I'm not feeling? You're a girl. You have to deal with it. Perhaps accept the fact that you're going to
stay a girl forever. This is my way of
coping." Which obviously isn't very
well. "I'd like to still be
friends," she adds on a soft whisper.
"I don't want to live without you in my life, no matter what sex
you are. It's just as a girl, things
have to change, ne?"
Chase's eyes flash open wide, "Oh hell, please don't
say that. I could accept the retro-aging thing, but if I've got to be a girl
for the rest of my life..." She sighs for a moment, and then slumps back
into a corner of the couch as some sort of boneless pile, head falling back.
Groaning. "I don't want to be a girl," she whines. Head falling back
to her chest, she peers through a fringe of dark hair and mutters, "Are
you sure? I mean... couldn't we just, I dunno, try it out?" Hopeful
glimmer.
"Do you have any idea of how to change things back,
Tomi-chan?" Sayuri asks
rhetorically. "You might as well
get used to your new body. Heck, you might
find that you enjoy being of the female persuasion after a while. Just think how different sex would
feel," she adds with a teasing smile before her face falls again at the
question. Dropping her hands to her lap,
she sighs, "What would trying it out do?
How would it change things, really?" Looking up as she tries to meet that
oh-so-familiar sea-green gaze as she adds, "I know that things are
difficult for you, I don't want to add to your burden. To your confusion. It'd be easier for us both to just accept
what's happened and try to move forward instead of clinging to the past,
clinging to what used to be, ne?"
Chase scowls, somehow managing to slump back further into
the corner of the couch. "No," she answers petulantly, smirking at
the situation. "But I don't want to be a girl. I like being a guy. Boobs
are nice and all, but not on me. And peeing sitting down is a whole different
thing. And... And... some guy actually wolf-whistled at me! That isn't supposed
to happen to /me/. I do that!" Whine. Whine. Whine. "This is so
screwed up. I was good about the age thing. I didn't bitch once about dying. I
didn't complain too much about the ghost stuff. And I actually thought it was
great getting sent back to home. But, dammit, sometimes being a seishi just
plain sucks rocks." He scowls, and glances back to her. "Fine. Fine.
Whatever."
Sayuri scoots closer and wraps her arms around the other
girl, laying her head on her shoulder.
"I know, Tomi-chan... it'll take some getting used to. And wait until you have to wear a bra. Sure, men like them, but that's because they
don't have to wear them." Petting
her silky, dark hair, she sighs softly and adds, "Like I said, we're
friends, ne? I'll help you, we can go
shopping for some clothing that'll suit you.
I'll show you how to wear make-up so that it doesn't look painted
on. And if you don't like the guys
wolf-whistling at you, kick their asses."
She snugs Chase again and adds a soothing, "It'll be all right,
you'll see."
Chase blinks as he is hugged, and then sighs, "Yeah,
some support would be nice. These things like to... wobble." Kind of hard
not to notice that. "And I am not wearing makeup. Or getting new clothes.
What I've got is fine, if a bit tight here and there. I've got plenty of loose
stuff." Which is basically all he wears. "I am not staying a
girl." Just keep saying that and maybe he can convince himself?
"Not to mention that they'll start sagging a lot
sooner if you don't support them. And
there's nothing worse than saggy boobs."
Sayuri flashes him a cheeky grin and rises, tugging at the sulky
seishi. "Okay, let's go shopping
then. Victoria's Secret is having a
sale... and if there's one thing you need to remember as a girl it's to never
miss a sale."
Chase blushes right to the roots of her hair. "Well,
I've always proffered perky," she murmurs. But she is pulled up from the
couch, nearly stumbling with yet another overbalancing moment. "I suppose
we could go shopping for a little bit. Maybe. You said Victoria's Secret,
right?" Heh, she can now browse the store without getting knowing looks,
this might not be so bad.