Room 206, Saturday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

When Thorin awoke this morning, he found himself in possession of a number of things that he did not normally have. Chief among them being a bosom.

He squawked indignantly, touching his suddenly bountiful chest and then face to find that he managed grow a fuller beard as a female than as a male. Which. Um. Unfair and rude. But only par for the course since fate was ever cruel to him.

With a sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, wincing as the movement caused things to bounce. He needed to find something to bind his chest down.

[[Door closed, post totally open]]

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[seeks_truth]

Cassandra was not aware that anything out of the ordinary had occurred, but she was a bit... something... after having a date, and...

...well, she remembered vaguely where Thorin lived. Perhaps a spar would put her at ease. And his door was open, so-- "Thorin?"

[yogurtvore]

Blue was asleep when she heard the squawking. "Thorin?" she asked without opening her eyes or getting out of bed or anything. "You okay over there?"