Room 303, Friday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur was in a mood.

This wasn't much different from usual - Arthur had any number of moods that varied wildly in intensity and contents but could all, generally, be classified as moods.

However, this was, to use the local vernacular, a really fucking big one.

As was evident by the way he shoved open the door to his room. The way he'd woken up had not been ideal, and so far, it seemed to be sticking. At least he'd gotten his clothes to cover him well enough, and the island had granted him a body that could be called Amazonian and that matched his male swagger well enough, but still.

He was a girl. A bloody girl.

He shut the door behind him, then threw himself at the bed. He had no intention of leaving. Even if he'd sort of have to, for class. The ceiling received a vast smattering of interesting curses across several languages; then he gave up on that, falling silent.

He was not going to grope himself. No. He was, however, going to very, very reluctantly leave a voicemail, and then possibly threaten Morgana with death if she ever, ever mentioned this to father. Ever. Oh god.

[[ door closed, but post open ]]

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[future_sandworm]

Leto was in a considerable better mood than Arthur when he returned to the room. He had fewer issues with being a girl, especially when he looked like Ghani. Well, a few years younger than Ghani here, but never mind. He certainly had to make the most of this day.

The unfamiliar girl in the room could only be one person, he suspected. "Good morning," Leto said cheerfully.

[bitchprince]

"No," Arthur told him, head-on, "It is not."

He yanked the pillow over his face.

Then pulled it straight back down. "Lady Ghanima?"

[future_sandworm]

Let's see who long it would take for Arthur to figure it out.

"Now, I think you're making a little too much of this," Leto said. "I'm sure my brother would mock you for it, and for once I'd say you deserved it."

[bitchprince]

Arthur had not spent an awful lot of time around Lady Ghanima, so while the speech patterns twigged something vaguely curious, that did not grow into anything substantial.

He sat up and straightened his clothes to be a little more presentable (even if he was now a girl and ergo shouldn't be as worried about propriety around girls but certain things hadn't settled in post-freakout). "Good morning," he tried.

[future_sandworm]

"It's good to hear you haven't lost your ability to be polite to women," Leto replied, crossing the room to look out of the window. "Now, can you offer any refreshments?"

[bitchprince]

That was... an odd statement to make, but Arthur would take it as well-deserved mockery, and attempted to slide out of bed without disturbing any of his clothes inappropriately.

Or, for that matter, falling over. Stupid lack of balance. "We keep some dates," he offered.

[future_sandworm]

We do? Leto wanted to say, but he didn't.

"Dates?" He looked around the room. "And where is my brother?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had dressed himself -- his clothes more or less still fit, though he was more than usually grateful for suspenders to keep his trousers up -- and went to find someone who might have some clue what was up. Arthur lived closer than Merlin did; that was why his room was getting the first visit.

Well, that and that Jack wasn't certain he wouldn't punch Merlin if the wizard was at fault.

He tapped on the door, and decided to talk to it like the fool he felt like. "Arthur, it's Jack. Notice anything unusual after you got home?"

[bitchprince]

"In what way?" Arthur asked, more than grateful for the door himself, thank you.

Unfortunately, the effect was spoiled mainly by the fact that he still sounded like a complete girl.

[bitten_notshy]

"Same way I am, by the sounds of it," Jack said -- because yes, he'd gained a lovely upper-class girl's voice of his own. "Can you open the door?"

[bitchprince]

There was a muffled noise that sounded a lot like, "If you tell the squirrels to piss off."

[bitten_notshy]

Right. Because they were known for listening to human commands.

"Squirrels, piss off," Jack said dutifully but without much enthusiasm. "All right?"

[bitchprince]

They generally did if Arthur was ordering them about. Or, at least, they played pretend, which was also fine with him. As long as the universe worked the way it should, even if it hadn't quite, for some time now.

The door creaked open in response. "All right," he said, firmly, "Enter."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Arthur's message hadn't made any sense - at least, she assumed it was from Arthur, based on the number and all - but Morgana had done as he asked and gathered some of her dresses, both plain and frilly. She knocked on the door, but instead of just leaving the clothes, she stayed right where she was. If Arthur thought she was going to leave without checking on him, something had happened to his mind as well as his voice.

[bitchprince]

After what he felt was a respectable amount of time to allow her to leave, Arthur slowly opened the door.

And caught-- "I thought I told you to go," -- and slammed the door shut.

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Morgana glared at having the door slammed in her face, and knocked again. "Arthur? Open the door. What's wrong with you?"

[bitchprince]

"Absolutely nothing's wrong," said Arthur, who tried to bring his voice as low as he could. "I'm not decent. Could you just hop back to your room for a while, and we'll sort this out tomorrow?"

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"It certainly sounds as though something is wrong," Morgana replied, stepping right up against the door. "I'm not leaving, not until you at least tell me why you need my clothing."

[bitchprince]

"We... found this girl," Arthur improvised. Smooth, Arthur. Smooth. "She needs... proper clothes."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had been to the salle. Dinah had looked around.

Dinah had to see this for herself.

*Knockknockknockknock*

"Open up! Gender check!"

[bitchprince]

"Congratulations," Arthur called, "You're still a girl. Now leave."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oh come on! Please? Pleeeease?" Dinah asked. "I won't even take pictures!"

[bitchprince]

Arthur stared at the door.

Behind the door laid a woman who had clearly lost his mind.

"Dinah," he said, "Go home."

This was humiliating enough without her.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"But why?" Dinah asked, folding her arms, perfectly happy to keep talking to the door. "I just want to see what you look like as a girl. Woman. Well, you're old enough that woman qualifies. So am I. Please? C'mon! I just want to see if I'm taller than you now!"

And some part of her, she had to admit, wanted to rub his face in this, but if he wasn't even going to open the door, then seriously, he had problems.

[bitchprince]

Because he'd rather not have the whole world see him female?

Not that he wasn't an attractive female, but that wasn't anywhere near the point.

He was going to have to leave to go to class eventually, but he wasn't going out at her prompting. "Stop rambling," he told the door.