WHO: Arthur and Open to all comers. WHAT: Genderswap related confusion and coping. WHEN:After Arthur decides a bit of help is needed to adjust. WHERE: Near the library. WARNINGS: None. Note: Sort of specifically for Isegrim and Liv, but anyone else can tag in if they'd like?
Arthur had, at one point in time, been an actual madman. He had lived surrounded by them for years. He was used to the strange forms and delusions that the mind could create, either through direct first hand experience or through hearsay. But very little of that experience with the strange lengths to which the human mind could go would have prepared him for the very unexpected and very unwelcome reality of his current situation.
He really hadn't done much beyond look down quickly at his ill-fitting clothes for confirmation, and he had flat out refused to search for a mirror. He could only imagine what he might find in it. Instead he would try to ignore the whole unpleasant business as much as possible. The body was definitely different, every movement reminded him of that, but if he focused on something else he could forget for a brief while. The hair, however, was a different matter.
It had started with a few stray hairs dangling in his face. By the time he had finally sent wisps asking for help, it had grown completely unmanageable. It was the sort of task that clearly called for more than one hand and Arthur knew when to admit defeat. He stood back slumped against the wall, eyes closed as he breathed deeply, trying desperately to hold onto what little cool he had left. The hair was in his face again. It was everywhere. He'd given up trying to fight it.