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GP: April Fools!
It didn't take any sort of precognitive abilities to predict some kind of shenanigans on the first of April. Many of the people stuck in the bubble world of the Madonna Inn were from times and places where April Fools' Day pranks were normal, expected... (in many cases) minor annoyances. And then there were the residents who remembered the strange egg hunt from a year ago, and the sometimes confusing explanations of the two holidays falling on the same day and how that related.
Also, life at the inn could be interminable. After a while, people started hoping for some kind of strangeness to happen, just to break up the monotony of being trapped in a kitschy no-snow globe.
So, no. You didn't have to be a mutant fortune teller to expect some kind of joke being pulled. But Emma was, and even she had no idea what was coming, other than it was going to be frustrating and topsy-turny, and the visions she'd been getting from the tarot – and way more reversals than was usual or healthy in her experience – were even less clear than usual.
She definitely didn't foresee waking up without the powers that were as much a part of her as her heart. Or just as suddenly having powers she had no idea how to control. But she did, and she had*, and she was far from the only one. The same thing was happening to people all around the inn.
(*Not to worry. The singe marks should be gone in a day or so. Right?)
[Powers swap GP! Tag in. Tag around. It's a time for out and about at the inn coping (or not) with powers gained (or lost).]
Also, life at the inn could be interminable. After a while, people started hoping for some kind of strangeness to happen, just to break up the monotony of being trapped in a kitschy no-snow globe.
So, no. You didn't have to be a mutant fortune teller to expect some kind of joke being pulled. But Emma was, and even she had no idea what was coming, other than it was going to be frustrating and topsy-turny, and the visions she'd been getting from the tarot – and way more reversals than was usual or healthy in her experience – were even less clear than usual.
She definitely didn't foresee waking up without the powers that were as much a part of her as her heart. Or just as suddenly having powers she had no idea how to control. But she did, and she had*, and she was far from the only one. The same thing was happening to people all around the inn.
(*Not to worry. The singe marks should be gone in a day or so. Right?)
[Powers swap GP! Tag in. Tag around. It's a time for out and about at the inn coping (or not) with powers gained (or lost).]
Xavin - OTA
Rather than stay put, though, Xavin had gone about the day as normally as possible: getting breakfast, setting up for coffee, picking a book. At some point, Xavin relaxed back into female again. Which at least matched her shape, but didn’t help with being stuck as one thing.
Outwardly she was mostly as usual, if a little more fidgety and sticking more closely to her coffeecart than she generally did.
Collateral Damage
When he came back from his last period of idleness, however, he found himself questioning if doing nothing for stretches was 'healthy' for his system. Nothing was running as it should. Aside from a keen sense of it all being 'off' he couldn't even enter standby mode if he tried. And he did. For an hour.
Resorting to visual checks, nothing seemed to be amiss with his body. Movement--nothing wrong but he felt far more than he should have. The tension and pull of something beneath his skin, warmth and humidity in his oral and nasal cavities, an ache spreading from the back of his head--distracted with all these sensations, Connor had ended up in the middle of the hall and bumping right into Xavin's cart.
His brown eyes found hers, and he simply gave an anxious nod and started out to be on his way, but his hand didn't follow the rest of him, still apparently grasping the edge.
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Xavin walked around to investigate his hand, trying a 'reassuring smile' while she did so. It felt more or less normal, but as with everything there was an edge of discomfort: she couldn't adjust any part of it if she'd wanted to. "Are you all right?"
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—Only for nothing to happen save for a painful squint he was inflicting on himself. He shook his head and instinctively—instinctively?— rubbed his eyes. “This isn’t intentional.”
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"No?" He blinked, as if suddenly remembering he was supposed to answer. "No."
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It wasn't unbelievable. She was human somehow.
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Instead of arguing verbally, though, Xavin just pinched the skin on his hand briefly, just below the knuckle. Pain wasn't something an android would have programmed in, she thought - not pain like a biological felt.
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If he then stuck to something, and could not un-stick, how would that work? She frowned slightly, then abandoned his hand and started making a drink instead, on the theory that a distraction might allow his hand to be removed while he wasn't paying attention. "Do not move."
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Once it was done, she all but put the cup in his non-stuck hand and pointed at it. “Drink that.”
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“I apologize for startling you.” He said through small mouthfuls of the hot chocolate.
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