Room 327- Saturday morning

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Sia had been here all of a couple weeks, and she'd been woefully underprepared for the idea that she might turn into a pony. That, believe it or not, had not made it into the brochure.

And yet here she was, a white pony that still had streaks in her hair- er, mane- standing in her dorm room on all four legs, staring at herself in the mirror and being slightly less convinced with every passing second that she had to be imagining this. Maybe after a few weekends like this, she might get used to the idea enough to remember that at least she was still pretty (for a horse) and go with it.


[Omg, I have never needed ice cream more in my life, but door and post are open!]

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Juliet was seated on her bed, trying to paint the tips of her hooves red with a nailpolish brush held in her mouth. She was having a surprising amount of success.

She shifted the brush to the corner of her mouth to talk. "You look pretty," she offered. "For a pony."

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That did help a little.

"Thank you. And why exactly are we ponies?" Maybe it was an obvious question...

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"MMMMphthmffnnnn---" Okay, Juliet couldn't talk with the polish brush in her mouth. She grimaced a bit as she shifted it to the side again. "Because the island does this sometimes," she said. "It also likes to make us little kids. Or boys. And one time I was a puppy."

She'd been adorable.

"It usually goes away after a few days."

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Turning into a boy or a puppy was going to have to wait for what Sia decided was the more important part of what she'd just heard. "Days?" she repeated. "I refuse to be like this for a few days."

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Juliet snorted, which was a more horsy sound than she liked it to be. "There's no way to change back just because you want to," she reported. "I wish there was."

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"Is there someone in charge of making this happen?" Sia wondered.

If so, they were getting mindtricked into fixing it and then mindwiped entirely. It was for the common good.

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"If there were, there'd be a line out their door days like today," Juliet said reasonably. "Either it's nobody, or they're super-good at hiding it."

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"If there is someone, I will find them and make them pay for this," Sia said, punctuating the statement with a stamping of one hoof.

She looked down towards that leg. "I have no idea why I did that."

She was so not a foot-stomper.

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"Because it was fun?" Juliet, who was a foot-stomper to begin with, offered.

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Sia tried it again, tentatively, like she was just now thinking about how all four legs worked. "I'm not sure I would go that far," she decided. "This will take some getting used to. Meanwhile you can paint your... toes."

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"I'm really flexible," Juliet said, and if ponies could shrug she would have. "I think it carries over."

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"Somehow I doubt my talents have," Sia sighed. What was she going to do, fight someone with a lightsaber in her mouth?

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"Could you test?" Juliet wondered. "I would totally test, unless it was computer programming or something like that. I don't want to break my keyboard."

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"Possibly, but I worry about needing to go to the clinic because I've cut off a limb while temporarily transformed," Sia admitted. Sure, she could get those parts replaced back home, but...

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"I don't even know if the clinic has a veterinarian," Juliet mused. "And I'm not great with blood. Maybe it's better not to find out."

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

So, Britta wasn't exactly too pleased about the pony thing herself, but she figured this might be a good time to make sure she was doing her Big Sibling duties once she figured out that it was definitely a Fandom thing and not a Britta Got Some Really Bad Drugs This Week thing.

Figuring out doors, now that was fun. As well as going down the stairs, but she eventually made it and was glad to see the door open so she could just poke her head in and inquire, "Sia? You here? How're you doing?"

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"Well," Sia said, speaking in her best 'someone will die for this' voice. "I appear to be a pony today. Possibly for a few days. I'd ask how you think I'm doing but clearly you know from experience."

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"Actually?" Britta admitted, coming in with a doubtful look on her newly acquired equine face. "This is the first time anything like this has actually happened to me. I mean, sure, there's been gremlin bites, but this is different because it's an actual change and not just me thinking it's a change, because that happens a lot. I...think it goes away?"

Way to be reassuring, there, Britta.

[notconflicted]

Luckily Sia's roommate was more used to this sort of thing. "Juliet says it usually goes away in a couple of days. Such as turning into children or boys."

Force help everyone if Sia was a prince instead of a princess. Changing species spontaneously was one thing, but she had her limits.

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"Yeah," said Britta a little somberly. "I usually miss those things. See, and this is why you always go out to Baltimore or New York to party on the weekends instead of sticking around this crack fest."

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"And if you'd become a pony while you were there?" Sia pointed out.

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"I'd probably be too wasted to notice," Britta realized, wondering if all those weekends, something had actually happened, but everyone was too wasted to notice.

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"That doesn't sound like fun." Go figure, she wasn't much of a party girl.

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"Spoken like a person who's never really been out partying so much they can't even remember doing it," Britta said with a wry smirk. "Sounds like I've been slacking off on my sibling duties and need to take you out some weekend to see what I mean."

No, Britta. That was not a part of your sibling duties.

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"I appreciate the thought, but I prefer to remember my weekends," Sia told her. Though that was one thing she could be honest with her father about simply because there was no way he would ever believe her.

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"Even these ones?" Britta asked dryly with a pointed lift of a pony brow.

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"Yes. I might learn something valuable from the experience, annoying as it is."

Way to keep that glass half full, Sia. Oh sorry, trough half full.

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"Like what?" asked Britta, who found she was actually genuinely curious.

[notconflicted]

"How to better deal with adversity. Problem solving, seeing as how I'm unable to use my hands and must find other ways to do things. It may be easier to be kind to other creatures later simply because I am one at the moment," she reasoned.

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And, if anything, it was definitely that last one that got Britta. "Okay," she allowed, "maybe there are some lessons to be learned. We can definitely become richer by the experience, but we can also learn things from other experiences, too. Like experiencing completely off the hook parties in the city."

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"Such as why one might never ever want to do it again?" Sia suggested.

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"All I'm saying," Britta said, and she was going to lift her hooves to emphasize the point and remembered that was a bad idea, "is that you can't knock it until you try it. After you try it, though, I will respect your opinion and know that you speak from both wisdom and experience."

[notconflicted]

Sia considered this. She didn't want to, but if it was anything like what she thought it would be, going might take the subject off the table entirely. Besides, Britta might need someone to look out for her.

"If you respect my opinion even if it's negative afterwards, then fine," she agreed.

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"Awesome," said Britta, nodding with a bright smile lighting up her pony face. "As soon as we don't have four legs, manes, and tails, I am figuring out one hell of a party night."