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[Hi, Keep. Anyone in the corridor(s) near room 3169 will be privy to a buck-naked, seven foot even white-haired woman walking down said corridor muttering about conversion and disappearance of mass before she abruptly turns around to walk back the way she came, for the room she had just left, while opening the journal.

She'd just realized humans didn't tend to walk around naked. So that wasn't something she should be doing, then, even if she'd been doing it in pursuit of something to wear. And how come the journal had changed size to fit her like this, too?]

... Considering I have yet to see any of the organics around here walk around without some sort of covering, I assume that's not something one does, for various reasons.

Protection and warmth, for two, presumably. Skin really isn't adequate protection at most temperatures... Besides for a narrow range as far as I can extrapolate from biological parameters. Anything else? And if it's not usual to walk around... naked perhaps someone could find or lend me something to wear, since I was on the way to pick something up...

Ah, one more thing. Anyone has an estimate of how long this is going to last, if something like it has happened before?

[Good experiments always have a cut-off point at which it expires/you cease for evaluation, after all.

Also, the lack of comm. is highly annoying; she'd intended to contact Starscream since before she left, but she kept forgetting it. So she'll just knock on his door to see if he'll open, otherwise she'll check on him later... And just hope he's had nothing strange happen to him in the meantime.]

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[That, was.... JETFIRE'S signature!

Isabella is staring at the journal for a brief moment before responding. She didn't think that the species-switch would effect a golem!]

Jetfire? Are you alright? I can get you some clothes-

[She's got plenty of dresses in her room even!]

If you need them! Or anything else?!

[Unfortunately it had affected her, and Jetfire is, besides the chance of first hand experience, rather displeased; she had never really wanted to try being someone else. Or rather, only if such an experiment would be conducted in a highly controlled setting and with known ways to abort the experiment and reset it.

Which... wasn't this situation.]

Isabella. [Jetfire's gone back to her room by now, and picks up the journal again, frowning slightly.]

Jael's offered clothes, but we are both rather uncertain whether they will fit; as far as I can determine, I am well above six feet. Otherwise I should be all right, presently. The situation's rather... unpredecented.

Are you all right?

[Isabella never dreamed of being someone else either. She's not complaining on the lack of wings this time though. She's some prejudices left over still, and finds her current form to be better breeding than her last. ]

The dress should fit alright, if short in the length. I've some shifts that should work no matter the size. Night gowns at least.

What is your room number? I can drop them off and help fit you-

[That has to be cold~!

The former half-angel smiles. Showing pointed white teeth in a red-skinned face.]

I'm alright! This time is much better than last!

[Wings doesn't matter as such, as the lost ability to fly. And being organic isn't really something she can say she... appreciates. It's much too different from what she's used to to even begin objectively compile some sort of comparison]

It sounds worth a try. I am probably going to have to leave my room later either way, depending on how Starscream reacts. It's room 3169. A dress is...?

[Jetfire trails off, allowing her confusion to hopefully lead into some sort of explanation, and yes, it's not warm at all without some sort of covering, Jetfire has quickly found.]

It's happened before, then? And you prefer this to whatever shape you wore last?

A dress is- a lot of cloth, draped in different ways to hang from your shoulders. It doesn't have to be fitted as well as pants and shirts do-

[At least not the kind of dress that Isabella is bringing.]

It's also something that is mostly for women.

[The second question makes her eyes shift a bit, she's nervous.]

It happened during the summer months, and I was- human, last time. More of one side of myself than the other, I supposed. Everyone was changed into humans though. It was hard for me to stand-

[And was fodder for the nightmares where her wings had been cut off instead of broken.]

I have my balance, as a tiefling. The tail acts as a perfect, if somewhat active counterweight in place of my wings. But I do prefer being myself- if given a choice.

[She smiles again.]

I'll be right there, Jetfire.

... Ah. That sounds more practical and easier in this situation, yes. Thank you.

[She cocks her head, a thoughtful frown forming as she taps a finger against her chin.]

So... If I go looking for clothes for Starscream, unless he finds some of his own, I shouldn't pick any... dresses, for him?

[Jetfire doesn't pick up on the nervousness so much as that something about the question made Isabella... uncomfortable? She's not sure.]

The lack of wings can't have been easy, no, if you're used to their weight to have to balance against as well as using them for counter-balance.

[She nods, that observation connection nicely and understandably with Isabella's comment about her current form and its tail.]

I'll be waiting, either in the room or outside, depending on how fast this discussion with Starscream goes, and when Jael comes by.

[Oh well. Huh. How to explain- ]

It depends on the person, really. Pants are more practical in a lot of ways- Urm- And shirts. Is Starscream a male then?

[Asking a bard. To dress other people.

She nods to the last, agreeing with the assessment of counter-balancing.]

Alright! I'll be there soon Jetfire!

[Which she makes good on. She has a shift and a dress of hers from when she was human herself. She'll knock on the door and wait for an answer if Jetfire herself is not visible.]

Ah, I see... And yes, Starscream is a human male. And was... mmm, surprised that I happened to be a human female.

[She shakes her head slowly, a slight frown on her face; by now more confusion than frustration. She still doesn't understand, but her earlier annoyance at the incomprehensible behaviour has given away to a softer confusion, especially since Starscream was so distraught by it. And that was never a word she'd think she would ever connect to Starscream.]

[Jetfire is, indeed, visible, just closing her door and giving Starscream's next over a contemplative look and then another headshake. He'd said he wasn't leaving the room, and she could, this once, allow him to hide.

The situation was rather exceptional.]

Isabella.

[Jetfire nods, a smile on her face - either Jetfire usually has a lot more control over her reactions as a Cybertronian, or human emotions, hormones and the situation is making her a bit more expressive - as she nods, eyeing the bundle of cloth in Isabella's arms. She might also be attempting to do a mental comparison of their heights, but she finds - once again - human faculties woefully lacking, and she can't really properly visualize them.]

An unusual look. Do you find it... tolerable, despite the lack of wings?

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