stykera: (starkozu is glowy too)
Stark had been advised by Daisy not to just hide out in his room until this being a girl thing went away. So he'd left the door open. That wasn't hiding, right? And he might still go out into a common room if the mood struck. Maybe. Although last time he'd gone to a common room there had been brownies and then he'd woken up as a she so maybe there wouldn't be common rooms.

The flailing from earlier was mostly under control, though there were still sporadic bursts of flail. Of course, most of the flailing had been replaced by pacing around the room.

Contemplating the idea of being "goth" as Daisy had called it, Stark had looked through the closet to find that yes, his clothing was still his clothing and still mostly brown and black. It just didn't fit right currently. At least the mask had changed to fit. Leaking all over the place would really have just been too much to deal with. At that thought Stark sat down on his bed and realized he hadn't actually checked under the mask to make sure everything there, at least, was as it should be. Thankfully, he still glowed. At some point it might have occurred to Stark that the mask wouldn't have been there if he wasn't still glowy, but he was too busy freaking out to think that clearly.

And now, back to the pacing and occasional flailing while listening to the rain.


[Door? Open. Post? Open. Alien? Flaily. Player? Bored. And yes, I posted twice in one day. No fainting!]
stykera: (starkozu wtf)
Stark woke up, stumbled out of of bed, and was headed to the bathroom before he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the back of his door.

"Oh, frell!"

For one thing, he had hair. And that would be fine if it were the only difference. But there were also some anatomical additions and subtractions that he really wasn't comfortable with. Wait, was he still a he if he was shaped like a she? Did he have to be a she from now on until it went away and was it even going to go away because if it didn't go away...

"Frell, frell, frell!"

Stark decided he was going to stay a he, even if he was temporarily (oh how he hoped it was temporary) she-shaped.

"Frell!" he yelped again, because at this point there really were no other words. Well, actually there were a few. Like, "what the FRELL was in those brownies last night?" He might have to swear off brownies for life now.

And to think, he'd just been talking with Bridge last night about how people should just be themselves and not somebody else. At this point Stark was torn between an urge to flail wildly and an urge to maskpalm repeatedly. He went with the flailing, because he was Stark. He was going to keep the flailing to himself for now and not come out of his room until it was absolutely necessary.

[Yes, another waking up as a girl post. It's almost canon, couldn't resist! Mostly establishy, but feel free to come poke at the poor flaily alien.]

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