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[ It was a bit hard to miss the effects of this flood; as soon as she'd awoken, well. Drenched in sweat and a t-shirt that didn't fit quite right anymore, she'd showered and perhaps taken a bit longer than usual to find some sort of way to adjust to this newfound - body. Afterwards, she'd thrown on a flannel that was too large for her, rolled at the sleeves, tucked into a pair of slacks that are belted firmly about her hips.

It wouldn't do to make a fuss over the network about it like everyone else was. She steals her way into the kitchen, glasses pressed firmly up her nose as she gets a banana, some coffee, and she tries to slip out relatively unnoticed.

But it's mostly the library she flocks to today, large and open and easily avoidable for the likes of most of anyone she could end up coming across. It's not that she's embarrassed. It's just that - Well, yes, she's got some degree of embarrassment. Being a female is a strange new world with which he obviously has no experience, and so Wilona does what Will does - she finds somewhere secluded, and she escapes.

Specifically, she sits cross-legged in one of the aisles with a textbook in her lap, sipping irritably at a coffee, because fuck you and your rules about food and drink in the library. ]


( feel free to come across wil in the kitchen, the library, her cellroom, or anywhere in between where she might be wandering throughout the day! replies will be coming from mirrortouched. )

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[mirrortouched]

Liking dogs? Oh, so that's becoming an identifying feature again.

[ She's that guy. Gal.

She can't help herself anyway. She sets down her book, skritches behind Romulus' ears, and even strokes a tentative hand at Remus' head. ]

And how have you been, Mr. Dent?

[halftheman]

The dog people on the barge tend to know each other, yes.

[ How else to explain it, other than that? Romulus gratefully takes the attention, but Remus remains aloof. She does not warn Will away, but simply leans against Harvey's leg, a block of solid muscle. ]

I'm fine. The same old same old, as none of my body parts have shifted. Can't imagine what a fucking life I'd have had as a woman, anyway.

[mirrortouched]

Can't imagine what life I'd have as a woman.

[ She remarks lightly, but there's a confused sort of undertone under there, not necessarily derisive of the idea, just - thoughtful.

Female serial killers are at least a one in six chance. What a rarity she would have been, back on the stand.

What a rarity she is even now. ]

My body parts have inexplicably shifted. [ And she straightens now, brushing at her pants legs and frowning minutely. ] Though the male memory still remains intact. What a - predicament they have shuttled me into.

[halftheman]

The barge does that sometimes. Gives you memories to match -- it's like the difference between a flood and a breach, only in people. Some folks hit whatever the barge did hard enough they believe that's how they've always been.

[ At least, that's how Harvey understands it. After a year on the barge, he's got most of it down. ]

[mirrortouched]

I - I know.

[ She holds up a hand to indicate for him to stop, even if he has already. ]

After you spend three days assured you're a werewolf down to your last bone, you know.

[halftheman]

[ Harvey gave a rough chuckle. ]

Werewolf's new. Killed one with a silver dollar, years ago.

I don't-- often get deeply changed, by floods. Breaches pass me over, sometimes. But that happens to everyone, in some measure. Some worlds grab you, have a piece of you in them.

Most exciting change was being able to shoot lasers from my fists.

[ He didn't do much with that, though. ]

[mirrortouched]

They take the bits of you left. And they fiddle.

[ The floods, she seems to mean, sounding vaguely appalled by the idea. But it's not the first time it's happened to her. ]

Lasers, now. There's a talent born right out of Star Wars. I suppose that's one of the happier gifts you could be bestowed, here.

[ And since she has to ask anyway: ]

Try anything - interesting?

[halftheman]

I mostly left scorch marks on my wall. Very little productive could be done with the things. That's the thing about inmates-- if you have powers beyond the norm, they cap them. So even if I got powers from a warden, it'd be... well, mostly useless.

[ Like they were. ]

Did some target practice, got bored fast.

[mirrortouched]

Luckily I don't imagine myself coming across any new particular powers any time soon. Lest I bore myself with them.

[ Dryly. Seriously, Harvey, you had laser hands, embrace them. She thinks. ]

[halftheman]

[ They were inmate capped and being able to throw a light punch from across the room got boring fast. ]

Was being werewolf interesting, at least?