REPORT 029 :: EXCHANGE // ACTION
Feb. 24th, 2013 12:37 am[Rec Center and Outskirts]
[Daisy doesn't feel bedsheets covering her. She feels a softness akin to her bed and pillows, but her hair doesn't feel nearly as much pull, feeling much like the way she used to keep it prior to Luceti.
She realizes she is no longer in her bed. Whatever is below her feels too hard to her--
Tail.
What the hellhappened!?
Daisy opens her eyes. She moves what should have been her legs, instead moving a single pink fish tail in a single motion, and looks up to see her own chest and sleeping expression in front of her.
She bolts back, breathing heavily -too shortly-, noticing only barely that they were atop the pool table. She feels small. Too small. She tries to not watch the tail below her as she began to wake up. They had taken them in the middle of the night, they injected them with something just when she knew something was wrong. She remembered glimpses and images...
No. Not now. She focuses on the greater danger. Keimi was in front of her. She focuses on the point below her navel to calm herself.]
Keimi...
[She mutters. Softly, taking whatever distance she can from her.]
[Around Luceti]
[After an hour, Keimi and Daisy return to the outside, with different expressions, Keimi holding herself with the solidness of movements of the military. Their movements are also clumsier. While the mermaid struggles with her chest and tail, along with strength she doesn't have, the Spartan's balance is thrown off... as well as her strength.
“Keimi” makes more exercise than usual, as they direct eachother on routines and diets necessary for their bodies. They wander around the Battle Dome, Seventh Heaven, and the Library, seeking for ways to adapt to their bodies.]
((OOC: Keimi's alternate account is
mjolmaid and Daisy's is
nascidanosargasso. Order is You -> Daisy -> Keimi, but you can ask for only one of them if you wish.))
[Daisy doesn't feel bedsheets covering her. She feels a softness akin to her bed and pillows, but her hair doesn't feel nearly as much pull, feeling much like the way she used to keep it prior to Luceti.
She realizes she is no longer in her bed. Whatever is below her feels too hard to her--
Tail.
What the hellhappened!?
Daisy opens her eyes. She moves what should have been her legs, instead moving a single pink fish tail in a single motion, and looks up to see her own chest and sleeping expression in front of her.
She bolts back, breathing heavily -too shortly-, noticing only barely that they were atop the pool table. She feels small. Too small. She tries to not watch the tail below her as she began to wake up. They had taken them in the middle of the night, they injected them with something just when she knew something was wrong. She remembered glimpses and images...
No. Not now. She focuses on the greater danger. Keimi was in front of her. She focuses on the point below her navel to calm herself.]
Keimi...
[She mutters. Softly, taking whatever distance she can from her.]
[Around Luceti]
[After an hour, Keimi and Daisy return to the outside, with different expressions, Keimi holding herself with the solidness of movements of the military. Their movements are also clumsier. While the mermaid struggles with her chest and tail, along with strength she doesn't have, the Spartan's balance is thrown off... as well as her strength.
“Keimi” makes more exercise than usual, as they direct eachother on routines and diets necessary for their bodies. They wander around the Battle Dome, Seventh Heaven, and the Library, seeking for ways to adapt to their bodies.]
((OOC: Keimi's alternate account is
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