MarinaNova Asylum

[You know, when she went to bed last night she knew leaving a line of code to run through a few filters was probably a stupid idea. Having done it plenty or not back home, there's something to be said about glass houses and rocks. But really, when did simple hacks garner any more punishment than a public roasting and some menial tasks? Man, maybe this is her punishment? But the lack of a morning shaming sort of makes her wary - but doesn't take away from some of the curiosity of suddenly having a dick in her panties.

Which she's looked at a little. Little more than maybe she should've.

But after a while, she's stuffed it back in her pants and speaking of pants, her skinny jeans really aren't cutting it today. So for the morning (and let's face it, the entire day most like) Rebecca's rocking this put together look as she races out the door to see what else she may or may not have fucked up.

While doing so, she opens a video channel with a huskier than normal voice:] In advance, I might be sorry. I'm not sure yet? So don't quote me. Because I might not be - because this may not be my fault at all and strictly a coincidence.

[Laundromat; Afternoon]

[So after a bit of reckless running around in very comfy stretch pants, Rebecca's added some clothing to her wardrobe but still faces the looming chore of doing a few weeks worth of laundry - why not do it today. Because when she's not distracting herself with code (and error messages and the reality of what she might've done) having some offline chore helps? That's a lie. It's not really helping and she can't tell if it's because it's boring or because she can't wear any of her clothing, so why is she bothering to wash it all?

Sitting in front of a rolling wash, she's stretching a strappy red thong out between her hands with a bored look. And a pile of other women's panties next to her that aren't getting folded or put away. Feel free to stumble in on this crucially weird looking moment.]

[Daffodil Dive]

[Becca's swinging by to catch lunch and do a low key check in on some select, favorite people. The doctor kind that are actually really important. And who ironically can't get her pregnant anymore - hey, is that what this is about? Maybe? No. They wouldn't. Still looking like a puked up crayon, Rebecca folds back her hood when she goes in and goes straight for the bar to look for Chuck. She'll be there for lunch, and then some. Angsty darts seems fun too, with all the testosterone in her leggings.]

[ Morning ]
<sub>[ Kirk's morning was not all that notable - unless one counted completely changing genders as notable. Kirk rather did, and he spent a good couple of hours revolving between panic, being pissed, and curios. After all, it wasn't every day you go from being a six food man to a six foot woman with a short bob and D-cups.

Eventually, he reasoned this must be a glitch, and as frustrating as it was, he could either hide in the apartment all day and be pissed, or live his life. He chose the latter, because like hell he was letting these Wardens mess with him and push him around. But it became immediately apparent that his first stop would need to be the clothing store. His normal black shirt fit well enough (albeit stretched at the front), but the jeans were no longer fit for his hips and his shoes were just a bit to big.

So one could find him wandering with ill fitting clothes, or trying them on in the shop, and after that he made his way to coffee shops for breakfast. Don't mind him licking the sweetness from his fingers as he devours a danish or two. ]</sub>

[ Afternoon ]
_{[ From there he just did what he normally did. He walked through town, stopping in the library to pick up a new book from the stacks - maybe two. He made his way to the beach for a bit, attempting to read, which he couldn't concentrate on despite his best efforts. That being the case, he made his way to a quieter, more secluded part of the beach, stripping down and wading into the water to go for a swim (he found it much more soothing than the pool and it was a fascinating sensation in his new body). Eventually he tired of that, though, and after he dried he returned to his apartment to change into workout gear he'd acquired at the clothing shop and went to gymnasium instead. Yeah, punching things always did make him feel better. ]}

[ Early Evening ]
<sub>[ With little else in the way of evening entertainment, Kirk took dinner at one of the cafes again and then went to browse the bars, because damn this day had him yearning for a drink. He thought all of them in the dome could use a drink and it was a good thing that the drinks were free. Oh, was that a pool table? Please be a pool table, he needed just about anything to distract him right about now. ]

[ ooc: Kirk is glitched throughout the post and is now a woman for Day 417. If you would like a specific prompt let me know - open to anything! ]</sub>