5% [location: Shelley; Spencer's... beautiful two story home??]

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After spending a week in a female body, Spencer had been thrilled to finally wake up as himself again. He was all out of sorts yesterday. He tried to read and work on running his stats of arrivals and departures, but he couldn't concentrate. Around 9 o'clock, he fell into bed.

This morning, he woke to the sensation that there was somebody in bed with him. He nearly fell out of the bed when he realized that it was Beckett. Quietly, so as not to wake her, he had slipped from his room into... a house? His apartment had turned quite suddenly into something that it was not last night. His furniture was now art deco and he had a television - one that he suspected only showed programs in black and white.

Spencer had made his way to the kitchen and brewed a cup of coffee in an ancient looking pot (which somehow worked like it was brand new). Now he stood staring out the large window in the kitchen, clutching his mug of coffee and contemplating the beautiful manicured green lawn in front of him, which stretched to a white picket fence.

He pushed his glasses up his nose and wrapped his robe further around him. Spencer had no idea what to make or this, or what to make of waking up to find Beckett sleeping beside him.

[OOC - This is for Spencer, Kate, River, Ax and Kara to have their family shenanigans. Although, any friendly neighbors who want to stop by are also welcome.]

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"If you're sure, Aunt Kate. I don't want to impose. I mean, this is your space, right?"

... right? Plus, she wasn't sure if her 'cousins' were going to be glitched or not and if they walked in on discussions about stupid hamsters and alternate universes. Well. Kara wasn't really looking to be thrown in an insane asylum.

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"Thank you, Kate, but we'll use the office. It's more quiet there..."

He stood up, motioning for Kara to follow him.

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Kara did, maybe just a little too fast for politely leaving her aunt to do chores and cooking, but damn was she grateful for the out.

"Sounds good to me."

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Spencer trudged up the stairs with Kara behind him, silent until they reached the office. As soon as he closed the door behind them, he heaved a sigh.

"They couldn't even give us more than a day to enjoy the feel of our own bodies again?"

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Kara sat down in a chair and pulled a face as she tucked her legs up underneath her.

"They're sadists. Of course not. It's not their MO," she said flatly. "What I hate is the fact that they made me human."

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Spencer frowned, trying to be sympathetic, but was a bit hurt that she was most upset about being human.

"Do you find being a human distasteful?"

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She frowns a little. "No, not distasteful, exactly." She pauses, trying to figure out how to word this.

"But I like being my own species. When I'm me, I'm invulnerable, or something close to it. It's... easier to not get hurt-- " And she doesn't just mean physically there, "-- or at least, easier to brush it off. Now? Now I get papercuts."

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"I see."

Spencer supposed that if he ever was anything greater than a human, he wouldn't want to go back either. He sighed.

"How long do you estimate that we will be tortured with this ruse?"

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"Knowing them? A week or two."

She doesn't look happy about that fact. At all.