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[Oliver--or rather, Olivia--is sitting against a tree in the forest and looking terribly put out. there's a book on the ground next to her, which, presumably, she was just reading, but at the moment she's much more distracted by the fact that her clothing no longer seems to fit properly. she's wearing the long-sleeved shirt and wool trousers she borrowed from Mu--the jacket is elsewhere at the moment--but while the clothing was a little big on Oliver, the fit has now changed dramatically. perhaps it's to save her from accidentally stretching Mu's shirt, or maybe it's just another aspect of the reversal, but she's about seven inches shorter than Oliver would normally be, as well as less broad in the shoulders and other expected adjustments (such as her chest filling things out much more than his did). as a result, her hands are lost in her sleeves, and her trousers are longer than her feet. also, one of the leather boots Oliver took from the ballroom has fallen off]

What in the world just...!? [Olivia's voice is much lighter and more feminine than Oliver's, but listeners might notice she has the very same Brummie accent. confused, she holds out her hands in front of her, starting to roll back the sleeves so she can get to them properly] Why is it so big all of sudden? Is there something Mu didn't tell me?

Or... [looks up at the sky, and her expression twists into a slight scowl. she raises her voice] You did this, didn't you? I'm sure it's very funny! [crosses her arms over her chest, losing them again in the sleeves, and pouts] Resizing clothes, now that's the holiday spirit. [sighs] You need to fix these before I return them! And you'd better not have done something to the ballroom, too!

[after a moment of staring at the sky as if expecting a reply, she gives up and focuses instead on retrieving her hands again. picks up her book with one hand and kicks off the other boot in preparation for standing, but then she considers the predicament of the too-large trousers and hesitates] What a ridiculous mess this is...

[ooc: Oliver has been genderwapped--physically and mentally! As in, he is now female and does not realise that she used to be male. Oops. Just as a head's up, tags to this entry will be coming from my

ephemeral_day account!]

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What!? But... Are you not the same you who's been coming here?

As far as I'm aware, yes. It can be so hard to tell at times.

And you don't recognise me? [worried] Irving, we were just talking...I don't know, a week ago! With Benny. And your weasel. You really don't remember?

[There's a brief pause.] Oh. Oh, I see. Congratulations, Oliver.

[gives him a look] Olivia.

Congratulations for what?

My apologies, Olivia. [He coughs delicately, a little unsure of the human customs on this matter.] Your transition.

[looks at him like she has no idea what he's talking about--which is, in fact, the case] My what?

From . . . male to female. [He feels very awkward. Human customs change a lot in this respect and Oliver is originally from an era that isn't quite as free with it as Brax's current residence.]

...what!?

[Braxiatel coughs again.] I'm sorry; this is one of the customs I could never get the hang of for your era. I apologize for the insensitivity.

[and Olivia continues to be confused] Irving, what are you talking about?

It's a lot easier on the Collection. By my century, hardly anyone cares. Plastic surgery is easy and a number of individuals on the Collection are of a species that naturally moves from male to female and back again, as part of the reproductive process. We just take it as it comes. I don't know if it's the same on Gondovan, but I do recognize that transgender politics are a great deal more complicated in your home era and that I am unforgivably insufficiently educated in them. And I must confess to some surprise. I hadn't any idea you were planning on transitioning.

[at the very least, she realises what he means now] What? But...but I haven't!

You're perfectly right, forget I ever brought it up. I have some information about Mikaeja. [For the first time, he reveals a thin red folder.

[gives him a look. well, that was confusing. but she's distracted by his comment, her eyes widening] You do!? What did you find out?

Everything you need to know to solve the problem, I imagine. [He hands her the folder.] All in here.

...really!? [pushes her sleeves securely back from her hands, opening the folder and starting to flip through it. gasps, staring at the documents in shock] Oh Irving, this is amazing! How did you...wow. [shakes her head, smiling with excitement] You've even worked out where he is! We can help him now!

By 'we' you mean 'the local law enforcement,' of course.

Hm? [looks up from the folder] Oh! Well, uh, yeah, 'course! We'll...let them know. [after the fact, more than likely]

I'm sure you will. [He says with a tone that suggests exactly the opposite.]

[looks a bit sheepish for a moment, but she can't let that dash her excitement] Irving...thanks. I mean, really. This...means a lot. [she would totally hug you right now if she weren't stuck sitting down, but it seems she'll just have to beam at you instead]

The universe's greatest repository of knowledge is of very little use if it can't even be used to save a life.

[And he ensures that the irony is apparent only to him. Because he is calm, and wry, and half-amused, always. He is smiling and in control, and he boxes away his aching knowledge of the truth and tucks it where no one can see. The past and the future stay inside.]

Then we'll make sure it does!

[since he's given her the time to do so, she closes the folder and sets it down, then holds onto the over-large trousers as she stands up, throwing her arm around him]

Edited 2010-12-29 13:11 (UTC)

[Brax pats her on the back, a somewhat mangled expression of affection.]

Please be careful, Olivia.

[she appreciates it all the same. pulls back, smiling reassuringly] 'Course!

Oh, I didn't tell you! The Doctor can get to Gondovan now. So there's nothing to worry about.