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.