entrancelogs | not the strangest thing that's ever happened -- OPEN

Who: (Girl!)D'Artagnan and YOU
Where: The Gazebo and the general vicinity of Wonderland
When: Thursday and Friday
Rating: M to be safe
Summary: D'Artagnan is fascinated with the new gazebo. Too bad he doesn't realize what it'll do to him.
The Story:

D'Artagnan stares at the large, ah-- what was it called? Right, right-- gazebo that now sits on the grounds in place of the fountain. He'd heard that the fountain and pond had disappeared and this building appeared in their wake, but he hadn't quite believed it. Not until now, of course, as he stares at it.

It's not ugly, which is nice. It's just different. And D'Artagnan has rather fond memories of the fountain-- particularly of shoving Luke into it when they first met, but that's neither here nor there, really-- so he's sad to see it go, in a way. Maybe it'll return, though, as Wonderland is wont to do with anything it has control over. Residents, fountains, what's the difference really?

After he's done examining the place, he decides that it can't be all bad. Perhaps it'll be a good place to read? Yes. He ventures into the library for a book and returns to the gazebo, fitting himself against one of the columns and flipping open the book. It's not until he's about 25 pages in that he notices a change. His wrists are slimmer, for one, as are his fingers. His arms still bear the muscles necessary to carry a sword, but the rest of his body seems changed as well.

Oh dear.

He drops his book and stands quickly, patting himself down through his loose clothing. He's slim still, and lithe, but there are curves where there weren't before-- his hips and behind, for one, not to mention his chest-- and when his hand wanders down between his thighs to find a flatness that's familiar but...not, well.

Well.

That's new, certainly.

"Will I have to wear women's clothing now?"

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There's a sharply dressed man making his way down the hallway towards the bar because drinking seems to be a way to cope of being in a body of the opposite gender. It wouldn't be like Bela to look ruffled in normal circumstances- hence the suit- and she wonders how many other people have been affected by the same thing she was going through.

She spots a slim, unfamiliar looking girl on the way there. Even with that, there was something about her that seemed familiar to Bela. She stops midstep to get a better look, green eyes studying the other girl with curiosity.

"Lost?"

D'Artagnan's just glad most people don't seem to recognize him as he walks hurriedly down the hall, because he's not sure how he would begin to explain his new assets. Though, he figures that one of the benefits of this place is that most people probably wouldn't question it. They'd just laugh.

It's not a comforting thought.

In any case, he's a bit surprised when the man stops him, though he's struck with a sense of familiarity. He's sure he's never met him, though. He would've remembered someone as attractive as him living here. (What? He's kissed a boy, you know. He supposes he's allowed to notice these sorts of things.)

"Are you?" He puts his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow. "I know my way around, but I'm happy to show you, if you are."

What a lovely looking girl she was. Bela wasn't inclined that way but it didn't mean she couldn't think that other women were pretty. It would be very interesting if this girl happened to be someone she did know from Wonderland, just not in their usual body.

"No, I'm not. I am actually on my way to the bar right now." There's a brief smile. "Thanks for the offer though, I do appreciate it." After a moment's consideration Bela continues.

"You're welcome to come and join me for a drink if you like. Unless you were off to somewhere else in a hurry."

By the time Friday rolls around, the novelty is starting to wear off. At least he’s himself now. Not a girl or a child or Santana, and familiar enough with the problem spots that he knows what to avoid. Entire floors are on the list, but outside isn’t so bad.

He’s on his way to the carnival, to pretend he’s a disaffected youth in an eighties horror movie, when he brushes past a girl he’s never seen before. He writes her off with a nod and a tight smile. The sort of thing he gives everyone when he wants to maintain camaraderie without putting in the actual effort of building a relationship. But something about her, her bearing or her expression or her eyes, makes him take a second glance.

And by second glance I mean he dodges into her path, ducking his head to get a proper look at her face.

“Er…” He shakes a questioning finger at the strange girl, crooking a smile. “Hi.”

This better be D’Artagnan. Luke’s used up his creepy behaviour quota six times over this week.

For a brief moment, D'Artagnan considers playing dumb and acting confused at Luke's behavior, but it's difficult to deny the flip that his stomach does. So, he smiles, though it's a bit strange not knowing exactly what his own face looks like, but, he hopes it's attractive. An attractive smile.

"Luke," he says, grabbing his finger. "I hope you've been well."

There’s only one person in Wonderland who ever wishes Luke to be well, and Luke mirrors the smile with his own beam of delight.

"Yeah, I am. Liking the new look," he crows, his fingers twitching in a grip that's as firm as it always is. He faces a moment of indecision, but pulling away from him feels wrong. It would throw their comfortable rhythm off, and Luke wants them both to stay there for as long as possible.

On impulse, he tugs it to his mouth and kisses the tips of D'Artagnan's fingers, like gentlemen in old movies do.

Of course Buckingham has not been lurking near the gazebo, just to catch others in their transformation, of course not! Alas, he did not arrive on time to see just whose change it brought about now, but perhaps that will reveal itself in due time.

And the important part is that he and his kind and generous advice are here now!

"I should hope so, you barely wear more than a sack of flour now."

Frankness is, after all, readily permitted, when the lips it flows from are not exactly your own.

D'Artagnan whirls around, not expecting someone to actually have been around to hear him. His gaze lands on the woman, and he cocks an eyebrow, leaning over the railing on his elbows.

"And how would you know?" He narrows his eyes at her. She seems familiar in some way, and he wonders if he's not the only one who's been turned into a woman by t his place. It'd hardly surprise him.

Buckingham reciprocates the look, but rather than narrowed his eyes are wide with curiosity, wondering just how familiar he might be with the newly changed resident.

"I have eyes," he retorts crisply, because that is all the requirement this sad train wreck of an ensemble needs to be exposed.

...Of course, looking utterly fabulous helps the cause as well.

Athos, to his credit, has been trying to get in touch with his friends during the debacle this is this entire week. His first day or so spent as a merman was actually quite nice, and now that he's regained his regular body he thought it prudent to leave another message for Aramis, and one for D'Artagnan.

The former is probably off attempting to subdue all the new women that have suddenly appeared, and the latter isn't picking up his bloody comm unit.

"D'Artagnan, it's Athos."

There's a pause.

"Just checking in. Call back."

D'Artagnan frowns at his communication device. It's hardly the best time to respond to Athos, but he supposes he doesn't know how long this woman thing will last, and Athos is bound to find out sometime.

He clicks to reply, raising an eyebrow and only slightly startled by his own appearance.

"You rang?"

You rang.

As if Athos could not derive any more amusement from D'Artagnan's antics, the boy had to go and get a woman to answer his communications device.

"Yes, my dear, and I would appreciate if you'd put the boy on so I could speak with him directly."

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