Kitchen, 33 Apocalypse Ave., Saturday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

There were certain advantages to having been on the island for most of three years.

For example, when one woke up and saw a woman looking back from the mirror over one's dresser, the experienced male Fandomite who'd been through this twice before did not shriek -- or at least, he didn't if he was Jack.

Instead, Jack permitted himself one streak of swearing, then took a picture of his new ... assets to send to Emma to tease her. Then he pulled on a t-shirt and yoga pants Emma had forgotten when she moved back to school, twisted his hair into a knot, and padded into a kitchen to start the pot of coffee.

He wondered if he ought to wake Kaidan and Ronan to warn them, but decided against it. A sudden switch in genders was really the sort of thing you had to discover on your own.

[OOC: Open for housemates or visitors! Possible SP due to usual weekend nonsense.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack tilted his head. "I know," he said. "I never put it in those words, but that's what it is. Wasted energy. Better to just move on."

It wasn't repression; it was a philosophical choice.

[not_a_whiner]

"Find ways to make yourself useful," Kaidan said. He glanced up at the ceiling. "Or... at least find a way to enjoy life, I guess. Not everyone opts for service. But it's better than wasting your days sitting on the couch in your pajamas taking red sand."

[bitten_notshy]

"Or drinking yourself blind," Jack said. It wasn't precisely hard to guess red sand was some kind of narcotic.

He headed toward the staircase. "But for the weekend, trying not to levitate anything you don't want to might be enough of an accomplishment."

[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan chuckled softly, and then followed, taking care with every step. "Yeah," he said. "I'll... see if I can remember some of the things I learned... when I was getting a handle on this. Not that I think I'm going to make things work before the end of the weekend, if that's how long this lasts."