Genderswap and Agedowns bring awkward. (Sniper & Pyro)

[notintehkitchen]

[It would either be a man's worst nightmare or dream come true to wake up from their slumber only to find everyone on their team has transformed into a female besides them.

What happened last night? Did the genetically altered slop they call food finally get to them?

The genders aren't the only thing that have changed, the uniforms appear to be in a sailor school uniform style. Oddly enough, you seem to still be stuck in your regular uniform. Perhaps you're a lucky one.

Everyone looks stunning and fresh faced. Hell, even Soldier looks adorable until she starts yelling and you realize her female voice is ten times louder then her normal one. 

People speak in hushed whispers and you might catch something about a "legendary crate" that is said to grant those who find it any wish they desire. Most speak of wishing for hats and weapons, what's on your mind?

There's a girl situated in one of the corners of the dining hall looking quite annoyed with the sounds and sights. Her face is heavily scared on her right side but it does nothing to detract from her youth. If anything, it adds character. 

A sour look is planted on her face that only sightly dissolves as she pulls out a cigarette and lights up.]

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[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(He's stopped questioning waking up in weird places since Mayfield, but that doesn't mean he's not going "what is this I don't even" on the inside as he goes down the hallways. Some classes just aren't meant to be genderbent. Female Snipers, for one, still have the freakishly long horse face.

But at least he's still a dude. And in his even skinner high-school body, but eh, you can't win everything.)

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[She's quite aware aware that the circumstances around her are bizarre. The moment Scout didn't stop to gawk at the pinup calender like he did every morning made her wonder if she had experienced the apocalypse.

Seeing everyone with tits and why are they all bigger then hers? and checking each other out made her try to stay as far away from them as possible.

This mess would eventually fix itself, yes? She wanted her damn suit back.

Talking to herself, she muttered.]

I suppose things could always be worse. I could of woken up with another "leg".

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(The Sniper rolls his eyes at a giddy Scout flaunting her boobs and joins the few non-transformed Classes in the Corner of Sulk.)

Interesting day so far.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Giving a snort, she shook her head.]

In short, that's the simplest way to put it. I want my real uniform back. How'd you end up so lucky?

[Why does she have to prance around in a skirt like a high schooler? She does not want to relive her youth.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

You call being a pimply faced teenager again lucky?

(He flicks a passing Demoman an "up yours" when the Scot makes a cheeky comment about his manhood.)

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[She lifts a brow at the comment and the reaction. It's nice to see this situation is being handled at a mature adult level.]

I don't think you look that bad. You sorta look like you lost weight...which I didn't think was possible.

[Because you are already ridiculously thin to her.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you could probably floi me in a koit with a stiff enough breeze.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[That got her to smile. Mentally picturing that was hilarious.]

Shall we give it a try? I'm sure your legs would do lovely as the tail. I've always envied them.

[Because she's a short Japanese girl. Taller then average compared to other girls from her country, but once she left she sort of realized how tiny she really was.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Me, floi? Maybe we should troi trussing up th' Scout first. 'e keeps whinging t' th' 'eavy t' toss 'im at Control Points, after all.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Unfortunately, the Sniper's still in full Team Fortress 2 mode, so he just helps her back up and sticks the pumpkin in the catapult.)

Roight, where should we send that first volley?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[She points just above the building silently as she tries to recover from the awkwardness.

Thank you, Sniper. Thank you for being so oblivious of her reactions.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Calculating, please hold...

Then starts cranking the catapult. This is, of course, much more difficult in his teenage skinny-as-a-stick body.)

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[It's nice to see him put in the effort. As she watches him crank it, her eyes start to light up. The sound it makes as it cranks is almost just as cute to her everyone else would find it annoying as the device itself.]

If it hits the roof with a splatter, we can say I would of died.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Poor guy's getting kind of red from the effort.)

Give me some credit.

(Beat, teasingly.)

If I were t' splat you, I'd at least aim somewhere you could do some damage.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[She has to wonder if she's stronger then him...]

Are you sure you don't want me to crank that? You look tired.

[Mouth is now hanging open.

That sounded so damn wrong and she's taking it the wrong way too. Backing up a few steps, she flushes red heavily to match him.]

Pervert.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Okay, he's not THAT oblivious. Meanwhile, the pumpkin is finally ready to launch. Maybe that will be adequate distraction from the awkward.)

You do th' 'onors.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Uh, right!

[Getting it to release, the moment the Catapult springs up with the pumpkin, she gives a little amused laughter. Where is it going to go? With surprise, it flies upwards high and soars past the building.

Tilting her head curiously and waiting to hear it hit in the distance, instead a few seconds later she hears what she is certain a Scout yelling something about his/her's beautiful face getting hit.

Her laughter stops and she places her hands to her cheeks in worry.]

Er...

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Since the Medic is throwing a hissy fit, the Sniper goes to his own room to treat his hand by himself.)

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Pyro manages to bandage up a new burn scar quite clumsy that has made its home on her forehead. Once she finishes, she gets up and stumbles down the hall trying to make it to her own room.

About halfway there, Pyro totally begins to topple sideways before meeting the floor. Demoman would be disappointed if he saw this.]

Wrong comment thread herpaderp

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, the Sniper isn't there to dramatically find you until sometime later, when he comes through for dinner.

Have a nudge with the tip of his toe.)

Oi. You still aloive in there?

All good bb

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Curling up a bit when he nudges her, Pyro swats her hand at his leg. Letting out a groan, she starts searching for her bottle again. Once she finds it, she downs a couple more swigs.

By the look of her very rosy cheeks and slurred speech, getting aged down seems to make her not tolerate liquor as well as she is known for.

Her next words having a teasing tone to them.]

Define alive, Taka-kun~

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(His reply is full of snark.)

Ah, in that state of off your face, I see.

(Nudge nudge.)

Can you get up at all, or would you loike me t' save a plate for you?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Snickering like a fool, she shakes her head.]

What sort of Japanese would I be if I couldn't get up after a couple drinks?

[And there she goes--as she tries to get up, there's a few more awkward stumbles before she makes it to both feet and turns towards him.]

I think I should be able to manage.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Boi "manage" I 'ope you don't mean th' Demoman Method?

(The Demoman Method being "stumble about randomly and hope nothing breaks".)

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

And if I do?

[Looks like Sniper was right about her. Within a matter of seconds of trying to walk again, Pyro ended making an awkward sharp turn and having her face meet straight with a wall.]

I meant to do that.