11th--[Action] ...not-so tiny today! [Event]

[then_there_were_none]

[Outside 1766 Beaver Street]

["Seras" has gotten up rather late today. Partially because someone else usually swings by to pick her up for school earlier in the day, and mostly because "Seras" wasn't Seras at all. She was Flandre, and had centuries of the sleeping habits of being a nocturnal creature.

After wandering around the house, staring at herself in the mirror and then pointedly avoiding all reflective surfaces and wondering why everything was so small, she has gone outside to the lawn and...flops over onto her back in the grass.]

...I forgot what it's like without any wings at all.

[She has a rather un-Seras-like French accent.]

This is annoying.

[And just like all those years and years had wound back and she was human again. The world seemed quieter, the clouds less distinct--and when she held her hand up, there were no claws on her fingers like there should have been.

Noticeably absent is the collective panic attack much of Mayfield seems to be suffering lately. But, after all--Flandre believed this all was just one long, strange dream. What was one more odd thing to dream about?]

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[ Meiling sure is in a hurry. After find out about the body swaps through encountering some girl in Patchouli's form, she is out to try and find everyone else she knows who might be affected. At least, those who might not adjust well to the situation.

She's running down the sidewalk on the other side of the road, apologizing frantically to drones she nearly runs into. Meiling isn't flying because she figures she can better spot those who might be running around like her easier this way, without drawing attention from drones. ]

[then_there_were_none]

[Most of the cars had been driven off by drones going to work, so Flandre catches a glimpse of something that was not a car but was very red going by on one side of the street. She turns her head to look.]

Meiling? Is that you?

[...of course the distance and the fact that the voice is completely unfamiliar are kind of working against her here.]

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[ Meiling promptly skids to a halt. She heard her name! Checking left and right, first take notes, Yoshika, she crosses the street and looks around for the source of the voice. ] Hello? Who was that?

[then_there_were_none]

[It takes her a moment longer than usual to get back up--several moments, seeing as now all her limbs are way too long--but she does, rushing over to the fence and smiling in her usual manner.]

Meiling! It is you!

[...not in her usual manner is her way of getting over the fence, which usually involved climbing. She pauses, not quite sure what to do with a fence that was now waist-high rather than up to her elbows.]

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[ She approaches the fence, hands on it to stabilize herself as she catches her breath. ] Yes, that's... that's my name. [ Squinting. Does this girl recognize her from the school, or around town? Is she a friend of the others? It's not like Meiling's appearance blends in, so maybe she was recognized because of that? ]

Can I help you with something? I'm kind of in a hurry, at the moment...

[then_there_were_none]

[Her smile falters a bit.]

But it's me, Meiling, can't y--oh, no, you can't. My eyes are all the wrong color now.

[Not!Seras pauses, thinking about how to proceed. She puts her hands up on Meiling's shoulders in the meantime, briefly wondering at the fact that she didn't have to reach nearly so much.

Then she looks Meiling straight in the eye.]

Je m'appelle Flandre.

[That sure is some native speaker there. Though...what exactly she was going to accomplish there is...questionable.

Flandre what are you doing.]

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[ Now Meiling still has yet to pick up on a lick of French in all her time at the SDM, but she can recognize it.

When she isn't mistaken it for Italian.

But details. Either way, her mouth is agape and she stares ahead for a long moment. ] F—

Flan—

Flandre?! [ Now THAT was unexpected... but it saves her part of the search! She lifts the girl up from under her arms and pulls her up and over the fence (with a hop if necessary, so ensure clearance of the slightly-longer legs) and then clutches her. ] I'm so glad I found you!

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre pauses yet again; had that worked?

Then Meiling is picking her up and squeezing her and things were right again. She squeaks! Obviously she can't...actually purr, so she hums instead as she pillows her head against Meiling's shoulder.]

I found Meiling! Or, Meiling found me, but it doesn't matter.

[...this must look so weird to any witnesses.]

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You did! [ It might look weird, but she doesn't care. Hell, it even feels weird. She is not used to hugging Flandre and getting squishy resistance in return.

Meiling relaxes her hold and gives Flandre a good once-over. ] That's an... interesting body you ended up in. Do you know her?

[badladyscramble]

Flan? Flan, are you there!?

[Obviously, Remilia had found her sister's body was not containing the right person, so she'd immediately run off to find where her sister really was!... and forgot to ask what her new body probably looked like. So... Remilia is just flying around calling her sister's name at random, hoping someone responds.]

[then_there_were_none]

[Immediately, Flandre scrambles to her feet--tries to, anyway why are my legs so long now.]

Remi? Remi!

[--that didn't work so well, as she tripped before she could actually stand up and sent her face right back down into the grass again.]

[badladyscramble]

Flan?

[She swoops down, landing in front of... this person who was convincingly clumsy enough to be her sister.]

Are you alright?

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre scrambles to her feet again when the voice comes closer, this time successfully!]

Remi!

[...she was not at all used to looking down to still see her sister.]

...you're small.

[badladyscramble]

No, you're big.

[RUB IT IN, WHY DON'T YOU]

[then_there_were_none]

[AT LEAST YOU'RE NOT SQUISHY HARMAN.

Flandre glances around--things did seem much bigger, didn't they? She looks back, sheepish.]

Sorry, Remi...

[badladyscramble]

Ah, well... it's not like it's your fault...

Just be careful with that body... you don't want to break it or anything, right? Since it belongs to someone else.

[then_there_were_none]

[A sigh.]

I guess I am, aren't I?

[She extends both arms to look at her hands again, but--nope. No claws have sprouted there since she last looked.]

...who am I, anyway?

A rare opportunity for Flandre and Okuu to interact! ... Sorta!

[walking_nukebird]

["Utsuho's" walking by on "her" way to Downtown. "Her" gait is unsteady, and she's mostly looking down at her chest. "Her" chest ... seems to be looking back up at her, if that eye is any indication.]

[Until it swivels to look over at "Seras."]

[That makes "Utsuho" look up and over as well.]

Huh—?

OSNAP

[then_there_were_none]

[...was something looking at h--holy shit something was looking at her.]

--what?

[...she never learned the whole STARING IS RUDE thing and she can't just...not now with that flaming grapefruit apparently challenging her to a staring contest.]

AW YEAH

[walking_nukebird]

[Looking over at "Seras."]

[Then down to "her" chest.]

[Then over to "Seras."]

[Then down at "her" chest.]

[Sadly, Seras does not have Okuu's chest. But if she stopped using Nosferatu powers and switched to Yatagarasu—]

Um ... Don't mind the eye. It kinda does what it wants.

[then_there_were_none]

[BUT IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY]

Why is there an eye in your chest?

[walking_nukebird]

Well ... The real owner of this body, she swallowed the corpse of a divine crow.

And some of its body parts wound up as a part of hers, I guess.

[then_there_were_none]

[...right then.]

Can you even see out of it when it's down there? What do you see?

[walking_nukebird]

["Utsuho" shakes "her" head.]

I can't. The, um ... the divine crow is alive in here. So it's the one looking at you, with that eye.

[then_there_were_none]

[SUDDENLY

Getting up and...walking to the other side of the yard without breaking eye contact. Then:]

--it's following me!

[It sure is Flan.]