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.]

Comments

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I thought kites were supposed to pleasant and enjoyable. Instead you're trying to trick me into thinking a Scout kite would not be a loud and obnoxious experience?

[She didn't mind Scout, it was just tough love she showed him.]

We might as well steal everyone's skirts and use that.

[There's an evil look in her eye. She'd totally do it.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

You've got t' admit it'd be very effective distraction.

(Raises an eyebrow at stealing skirts.)

Count me out on that one. I'd loike t' be able t' sleep at noight.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

No one would disagree with you on that one, Snipes.

[Placing the back of her hand near her mouth, she tries to hold back her laughter politely.]

I must be desensitized from all the years of seeing nudity when I hadn't intended to around this place.

[Except for seeing Engineer, for some reason that would just make her feel/look like the biggest shyest blushing maiden of all time. ]

I've had my fill already of these girls touching up one another. Frankly, I think it would be best if I situate myself further away before they start asking me any awkward questions on how to better adapt. Care to join?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Nods towards better pastures.)

Th' 'ead Bitch is going t' pitch a fit if she ends up having t' suspend battle on account of everyone being too busy wanking t' foight.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Stop her wankfest to let them have theirs today? I doubt it.

[Pyro probably only had one fear and it was the sound that old hag made when numerous kills were made at once. She was certain that was a noise better reserved for the bedroom.

Heading for backyard, Pyro was searching for something in particular Engie had been working on for her. He said he had made her a "present" for the next battle. It seemed like it'd be reasonable to study her gift so she could use it properly.

Once outside, the girl spotted a giant device that looked like catapult. Oh snap, it was one. Running over to it, she kneeled down on the ground next to it and attempted to hug the device.]

It's so cute! Look! Look!

[Yes, she thinks the catapult is cute and is too excited to realize she's outwardly being a wee bit girly over a not-so-girly device.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Not going to say anything yet. Pyro's got that Look in her eyes and he's not about to inadvertently give her any Ideas.)

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[She's nuzzling her cheek on it. This is compensation for not being able to display her affection to Engie properly so she has to make up for it this way.

After a few minutes, she turns her head to look at Sniper. Pyro is positively beaming with excitement and speaks in a chipper voice.]

Snipes! Let's play!

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(That was...unexpected.)

Play wot, pray tell?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Isn't it obvious? I want to test this out.

[Motioning him to come closer with her hand, she stood up.]

It'll be fun.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

I 'ope you're not aiming t' 'ave either one 'f us be th' ammunition.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Hm? I don't mind being the ammunition. All you have to do is launch me.

[This sounded SAFE to do without her suit to protect her. Hell, what was a few more scars on her already scarred up body?

It's too late in any case, she was already trying to hop up onto it.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Looking around. It doesn't seem like there's many safe places to land.)

Wot's wrong with using pumpkins?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I'm not a pumpkin. I want to know how far this will carry me while in battle. It'll be useful for surprising the BLUs.

[Crossing her arms, she stood on the catapult now.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Thinks for a moment and gives her a ballpark figure, use your imagination, it's late and I can't do maths when I'm falling asleep with my eyes open.)

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Fine, he wins but she's not happy about it.

Getting off the catapult, Pyro crouched down on the ground and thought hard. Why wouldn't he just let her fly through the air like she had wanted to?

Wait. Was he actually concerned? Crap. Now she felt rather selfish.]

...

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Less her specifically than the team's overall performance would suffer if she was laid up due to stupid stunt injury.

Chucking other objects, on the other hand? Who do you think has been using the catapult for extreme Huntsman training?

Hefts a pumpkin and makes a show of tapping it to check its quality.)

This one sounds noice. Let's send up and see how it splatters.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Apologizing seemed like the appropriate option to take here. However, it'd take her time to work up her next few words.

Getting up, she looked directly at the pumpkin in his hands and avoided eye contact.

With a quiet nod in acknowledgment, she scratched her bare arm.]

I'm sorry.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Wot on earth for?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Remember all those bros of yours turned dudes? It looks like that's not the only major problem.

Pyro seems a little off in regards to her emotions today. The pitch of her voice gets softer as she lets her eyes travel up to his face.]

I wasn't thinking about your feelings, only mine. Let me make it up to you.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Too bad the Sniper's super oblivious and he's used to playing the Only Sane Man to a bunch of even loonier mercenaries.)

Don't worry about it. Isn't th' Scout always bugging me or Truckie t' play catch with him?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

But I'm smarter then Scout and should know better.

[Attempting to swat his arm with all her strength without looking, Pyro felt her body topple forwards in reaction to missing.

What came next was her falling towards him with a startled gasp. REMEMBER HOW I SAID THIS WAS GOING TO BE A DATING SIM?]