You all have been sitting in this room for over an hour, possibly resting, possibly worring about the teammate that didn't come through the door - namely Jono. But that's no surprise, perhaps he's now facing his own fears or desires, but unlike everyone else before, he's facing them alone, as Lishka should have tried to do in the first place. Strength in numbers, and weakness in one. Or perhaps, he's just chatting with the four year old still, who knows? You all won't know until he catches up. If he catches up. Now as for the room. It is still completely blank. Still completely plain. White walls, white ceiling. Everything made of stone. Perfectly flat, and even polished. Like pure white marble. Nothing about the room has changed. Yet. When it finally does, a frame appears on the far wall from where you all entered. A few moments later, a mirror appears there. Another mirror? Wonderful. Remmeber what happened in the -last- mirror room? "Another mirror, Lishka seems t' be losin' her touch," Terry glances full on into the mirror, "Repeatin' na'? Damn I just hope she dinna put me int' another Deadpool costume.. tha' thin' looked tighter than tight." Gwen Namura burps at the mirror. For no real reason. Jubilee has taken this opertunity to get a grip on herself again. She sat alone in a corner, refusing all company for a little while while she brooded and was uncharacteristicly introspective.. Jono not being around worries her - not because she cares about him (though as a fellow person, she wouldn't wish any /harm/ on him), but because she's starting to wonder if Lishka isn't gunna be picking them all off one by one sooner or later, considering how close to the top they are. And that was another thing.. they're almost to the top, everyone's gone through their own room.. except Jube.. she's not experienced anything she'd call a desire or fear that she alone has. Well.. save for that mention of Logan being dead. The way she figures it, there are only two people left to go through their own little hells. Jono, and her. Imagen how much THAT thought thrills her. Eventually, she laid her back flat on the marble floor and put her legs up along the wall, ankles crossed and hands holding her skirt just in place enough for her not to be indecently exposed. When is her turn gunna come.... when is she going to go through all this.. and what is it she'll be forced to go through? Lishka must have had a freakin' field day while browsing through Jube's rolladex of 'issues'. When the frame and then mirror appear, Jube is probably the last to notice. It's not until terry speaks up that the lil' paffer looks up and towards the wall, a black brow arching upwards.. Still, she doesn't move. She'll let Terry check it out. "Maybe this is 'Lishka's Greatest Hits'." Paige isn't doing so hot either. Jono's absence dosen't just upset her, it terrifies her. And after her room - and what she made herself do to get out of it - she's holding onto sanity and stability only by a thin, frayed thread. And now, we've gotten to this room. "We shouldn't have left without him." She mutters under her breath, just to herself, her blue eyes flickering around the room - and then onot the mirror as Terry calls attention to it. "If ah suddenly get mouths all ovah mah body again, or if Jubilee paffs me, Ah'm gunna be pissed." The mirror just sits there. Everyone's reflections are the same. At least the entire room isn't made of mirrors. Just one on a wall. Then suddenly, it seems to more. It's now on the wall across from where it was. Strange. It didn't even shimmer when it vanished. One second it was there, the next, it wasn't, and it was across the room. And, there's something incredably strange now. The room itself hasn't changed, but the positions of everyone inside it has - just like the mirror. They're suddenly sitting or standing where their mirror image would be. Yes, this sounds strange, but it's almost as if everyone could feel the sudden shift in the room. Not only that... those in the room have changed a great deal as well. Or more specifically, those who are awake. Those who are not awake - namely Rahne and Sam. Those who are awake Paige, Terry, Jubilee, Gwen, and Will do change. Now what changes about them? Well... Paige, Terry, Jubilee and Gwen are all suddenly... boys. Same age, same basic appearance (hair, eye color, ethnic origin) but details are different. Even the clothes. And yes, they even feel the changes. Now as for Will... as you could guess... he now looks like a girl. Literally. Dress and all. And when they try to talk, their voices will have been modified to represent how they would sound as the opposite sex. Can we say Lishka is having a blast with this room? Probably. Terry suddenly turns to face the wall to check and make sure her/his miracle bra is still filled. She or He blurts out, "Ummm d' somethin' just happen..." The redhead blinks as a baritone rumbles from her, "Why d' I suddenly soun' like m'da?" Gwen Namura doesn't actually change much. Cept for an inch in height, and maybe ten pounds of muscle (If that), and a certain something about the face, and a something... about the clothes. The most dramatic thing is that her bellbottoms are now straight legs. She... he gasps. Then bounces up suddenly, and yells, "Hot water! Hot water!" Will looks down at him--er, herself, eyes widen dramatically as he flings his arms across his chest, hiding his brand new pair of...well, endowments. She turns bright red and lets out a soft 'meep'. Will is terrified of girls near him...this is too much! Imagen Jubilee's - or should we just call him Lee now? - suprise, when suddenly instead of a pair of flats, she's looking up at a pair of sneakers.. and jeans.. and a big baggy shirt over his broad chest with a huge Smiley Face on it... She - er.. /He/ quickly jumps to his feet and looks down at himself, almond shaped blue eyes widening. His asian features are even more prominant now - flat features, thin lips, and thick black hair which is cut shorter on the sides and back then the top. A typical fashion for chinese men. He's as muscual as Jubilee normally is agile and fit, which makes him somewhat built but not so much so that you wouldn't believe this was just a sixteen year old. As he speaks, a voice only slightly on the deep side is heard. "What the /hell/ is goin' on?!" He franticly grabs the neck of his shirt to look down it - no breasts!! - and then in a moment of panic pulls the front of his pants a little away from his waist.. and QUICKLY lets it go back into place. "Ohmigod! Lishka I'm SO gunna kill you!!" No big deal. Paige has worn strange shapes before - this is no stranger then being a cat, or a dog or a walking, talking rock. She'll cope. She does, however, peer in the mirror, and then down at herself. "Mah Gawd, Ah'm Sam." She finally manage - yeah, she's Sam. Can we say 'oi'? Ahem. Yes, that is right. Everyone who was awake when the room switched is now female who was male, or male who was female. Besides that, nothing else seems to be happening. Yet. Every sinsation that someone would get from the change - new *ahem* body parts or longer/shorter hair - is perfect. The sense of touch is being manipulated to almost a perfect extent. It feels so real. Even certain... urges are strange. Lishka's gone all out here. She's telepathically projecting certain feelings that would change with the changing of someone's sex. "Why does m' chin itch s'" Terry reaches up and sure enough he's scratching a goatee, mustache combo. His hair is in a bit of a shaggy surfer cut, his jeans are still ratty and still got the hiking boots on. He wears a turtleneck sweater made out of a dark green wool. "S' wha' d' we d' embrace our masculinity or femininity a' th' moment.." Then Terry weirdly enough reaches down and adjusts himself. Gwen Namura considers, a bit, then scoots over a bit to support Will. "Don't worry, hon. It'll be okay. It's all fake." He seems less nervous, more confident than Gwen normally would. Will wrings her hands and fiddles with the lace of her pink party dress. "But...I'm...I'm..." He reaches up to touch the bow in his hair...and bursts into tears. Lee wrinkles his nose and turns his head to look over at Will, then sighs lightly. "C'mon Will, buck up. Could be worse. We could be dead." His eyes wander over towards Paige - or Sam's new double - and Jube can't help but.. grin a little. "Man, you Guthrie's all look the same." he comments before eyes venture to Terry.. with that red hair and the goatee and the turtleneck and sweater.. man, that's her kinda man. .. Well, untill he 'adjusts himself'. That was just TOO weird to see, and Jube turns towards the mirror and takes one - just ONE - step towards it. Now, that was.. a new experience. Jube squeals and jumps and bends over a little, eyes wide. "Ohmanthatwas TOOweirdafeeling!!" Maybe she can just stand here and not.. walk.. or at all be reminded of the fact that she.. he.. now has ... different.. body parts.. . arrrgghh!!! "I'm gunna enjoy slaughtering her, slowly." Gee. Paige (Page?) is the only one who's going to be okay with all of this. Tails? No problem. Extra arms? No big deal? Male genitalia? Peice of cake. "Jesus, you two." She mutters. "Ya think that... nevah mahnd. Shapeshiftah's got a different perspective on the whole thing. Huh. Wonder if I can husk back intah bein' a gal again..?" Only now, does something in the room seem to change. Or more specifically, someone else appears. A tall young man, with dark skin, dark hair, and strangely red eyes. He chuckles at the sight before him, "What an interesting sight. Quite amusing. Lishka is getting much better at these games, even if I would have put this room lower down. It's too simple. I am sure I would enjoy this longer if I was not just passing through." You know what? The reason so many Niflmannaz have showed up on this floor is because it is so close to the floors they are allowed in. They saw activity was going on, and decided to check it out. Simple as that. "Ahhh dammit Namura can y' shut yuir woman up," Did that just come out of Terry's mouth? Yep it did. Terry seems to be taking after his Uncle Tom scarily enough. Even worse Terry flicks his gaze up an' down Willimina, "Nice Ass." Looks like a young Sean Cassidy, acts like a total jackass. He glances to the Niflmannaz, "An' who th' fuck are y'?" Miss Marina, the etiquette teacher, at Terry's Finishing School would simply be horrified at what came out of her prize student's mouth. Gwen Namura peers at the young man. Just to mess with his head, he declares, "Nice tits for an icicle." He then returns his attention to Will, cuddling her softly. "It's going to be all right, honey. It's just an illusion. Be strong for me, okay?" Willimina manages to collect him/herself. "Awright, Gwen...." S/He goes back to holding her arms across his/her chest, glaring poutily at the world. Will doesn't know it, but he's looking incredibly sexy just now... "Hey, watch it ya prick!" 'Lee' barks at Terry, eyes narrowed. (Here comes the desc, for Sam) Male Jubilee wears a pair of worn sneakers, baggy blue-jeans, and a over-sized black t-shirt with a huge yellow smiley face on it. His features are even more Chinese then Jubilee's are - flat, with almond shaped eyes and thin lips, skin a nice olive color. His hair is thick and jet black, cut shorter in the back and at the sides and left long on the top, along with bangs, in a popular hairstyle for chinese men. He's as muscular as Jubilee is agile, whih means he's rather built, but not overly so for a teenager. He glances again to Will and looks apologetic.. though she is kinda cute in that little dress.. all pouty. ACK! Snap outta it!! Page is the only one who's just... none plussed about this. He goes about examining the mirror quietly, and then just shakes his head. Honestly, what he's thinking he rather wishes Jono were here. But then, he's got a man's hormonal brain at the moment, so of *course* sex is on his somewhat preoccupied mind. Grooooaaaan! You all know the sounds when Sammy boy wakens from a deep sleep, a bit of groping and a bit of groaning. (All males do it, trust me) The only odd thing? Instead or rubbing his flat chest, two vuluptuous mounds of flesh are planted /right/ there. He's got breasts. "Wha?" The tone is a lot more high pitched then normal, as the southern boy's hands cup his breasts in amazement. Again, "Wha?" Woah, slow down Sam, don't get too much of a thrill, you'll regret it. This is all a dream, it must be, just like those kind when you're naked in front of the class. Sam sits up in startlement, hands /still/ firmly on the breasts. Heh, he could get use to this. "What the /heck/ is goin' on!?" A hand lifts off the right breast to pull his collar out, eyes darting down the shirt. In a muffled voice, "OH. MAH. GAWD.!!!" The other hand that still cups the breast, leaves said breast and moves down to the croth area, groping slightly. "SHIT!!!" All this time, his tone is squeaky and girly, rather funny. *Samantha* gets to her feet, forcing not to cup her breasts in utter shock. Then comes the big surprise, everyone else has transformed as well. "G-Guys? Sweet Jezus!!" Blue eyes dart down to take a look at herself...not a good idea. The hair is long, trailing down to the small of her back, blonde of course. She's wearing a /sexy/ pink blouse and a black skirt, and the /legs/! Up to her bloody neck! what's even a more surprise, they're silky smooth! Paige, eat your heart out! Looks like Samantha got the good genes! The dark skinned man standing in the corner, just watches this whole thing - amused completely by watching 'Samantha' wake up. "Cute. I'm almost tempted to borrow this pray..." Then he shakes his head and glances towards Terry - the only one who spoke to him really - his red eyes flashing slightly, "Oh, I am Theikam." Hmm? A Niflmannaz with seven letters instead of six? But then in the Rune book Th is considered one letter. "Anyway, I'll just watch now, continue with your business." Then he vanishes into a shadow, obviously watching. "Y' got a problem Lee?" Terry snaps out. Whoa testosterone surge. The redhead has a goatee, mustache combo. His hair is in a bit of a shaggy surfer cut, his jeans are still ratty and still got the hiking boots on. He wears a turtleneck sweater made out of a dark green wool. His body is lean and yet muscular, he reminds one a lot of a young Sean Cassidy physically. His voice is even similar, rich baritone. Irish strokes his beard thoughtfully, well maybe thoughtful isn't the word. More like he's up to something. He reaches out without another word and smacks his hand against Samantha's ass, "G' mornin' sunshine." Black Tom in full force. "S' tell me lass, feel like grabbin' a patch o' floor an' showin' me wha' yuir good fer?" He licks his bottom lip sleazily, certainly not minding that the shadow or ice man has skedaddled. Gwen Namura stands up, pulling Will to her feet. "Paige, you're near the mirror. First guess here is that it's an Alice game. Can you walk through it or what? Wouldn't try to husk. It's an illusion, so it'll just reset. Terry, Lee, stop yer bitching. One little shock and you forget you're part of a team. Now git _up_, and think of a way _out_. No backtalk, Terry. Lee, help Sam." Willimina nods. "Gwen's right! We're still a team..." Of course she's still standing there, openly drop-dead gorgeous... Poor Will has no idea what's going on... "We can still go on..." Maybe s/he's in denial? Oh man that was the last straw!! Simulated Testosterone kicks in, and Lee marches straight over to poor Samantha and EEEEEEVIL Terry, and what does he do? He grabs Sam by the little waist and pulls her close to him, fist balling up as he holds the pretty blond to his side protectivly. "Wanna say that again ta someone your own size, Terry? I'll really enjoy punchin' yer lights out!" He then looks down at poor poor Samantha and asks, obviously conserned, "You okay Sam? Did he hurt you?" He looks as if he'll punch terry in the eye if Sam should say yes. Awwww. "Get yoah self yoah own family, Lee." Page says simply, as he was striding over to kick Terry's ass as well. He leans over and offers Sami a hand up. "C'mon, .. uh... sis?" He shrugs a little. It's just another form. He can deal with it. Really. A shimmering archway appears, apparently one way. Mists roil from its inner depths, coiling outwards as one stiletto-heeled leather boot steps through, then another, followed by long, obscenely long legs wrapped in leather, stretching up to hips men would die to get between.. the rest of this figure steps through the mists, and the leather catsuit is definite now, clinging to the form of... Joanna?! Yup, a leather catsuit, clinging to the curves of Joanna. Patent leather, zippers, whole nine yards, except that this femme is missing a chest, and a jaw. Yeah, just like Jono. The neck of the suit stretch up under her thin nose, just like before, but delicate eyebrows start to arch. Brown hair to her ass is braided back out of the way, down to that perfect ass and hips. Yeah, no chest, but killer lower half. She seems rather confused, an neutral mental voice calling (~~...wot th'f'ckin' `ell?~~) out as the mists and the doorway disappear. Samantha is angry, yet...pleased. She can't help but poke at the mounds of flesh that protrude from her chest, all for experimentation, I assure you. She bends over to run a hand along her smooth legs, not a good idea when you have a horny little toad in mid-swing of smacking your ass. *SPANK* "Eek! What was that foah!?" She turns on her heel, stumbling slightly from the constricting skirt. "Terrah, flip off!!" Then, a female hand raises up and moves to whap Terry across the face. "/Pig/!!" Oh my God, the world has ended. Samantha begins to realise that she not only looks like a woman, but she /acts/ like one too! What does this mean? Please, let's not go there. As Gwen goes about pondering how to get through this room, Samantha doesn't much care, she's having fun exploring. She then turns in disgust from Terry, turning to peer at everyone else and how they have changed. Eyes fall upon 'Page' and she can' help but gasp, a hand moving up to cover her mouth. In a smooth and womanizing voice, "Paige?" Her sister is now a boy, where the /hell/ is a camera when you need one? Heh, she should talk. Thin arms fold under her...bust as she looks to everyone else and studies them. Damn, Will is looking rather sexy.....SAMMY!?? Bad thoughts, /bad/!!! *Sniffle* "He's just a pig, Jubie...." Samantha squeaks out as she is cupped protectively to Lee. The reason why she doesn't pull away? She /thinks/ like a woman now, she /wants/ to be loooved! Duh. Her eyes dart to her /brother/, "Ahm fahne..." Cautious glances are thrown to the horny Irishman. A hand reaches up to rub his jaw, "Na' tha's th' kind o' lass I like... sassy..." He flicks his gaze to Lee "M'own size? Are y' referin' t' y'self shortie, I dinna think a midget like yuirself w' be any trouble a' tal.." Terry reaches over and grabs Samantha by the wrist, "Aside's I'm sure Y' just arena' this lass's type." He leans close and kisses poor sweet Samantha roughly, yes Ter has a way with the tounge. Gwen Namura sighs. "Idiot. Letting fake hormones control the way you think? Fine. Feel the downside, baka." She... Gwen still insists on Gwen and She. The real difference is that Gwen's an inch taller, and with her previous state of muscular development, is truly buff now. All that concentrated, wiry strength concentrates on a lighting fast grab at Terry's pants and... MEGAWEDGIE. A camera dangles invitingly from her shoulder, near Sam. Willimina walks up to Gwen. "So, what can we do?" He reaches up and unconsciously rubs at his newfound breasts...again, not helping him look any more masculine. Lee watches Terry with a icy glare, and when said Irishman tries to lean in to plant a kiss on Sammy-girl, Jube just snaps a little. That fist he'd been holding comes up and *BAM!*, RIGHT into Terry's face! Lee doesn't even bother looking at Page, just wrapping his arms around poor Sam and pulling her gently away from Terry, suddenly EXTREAMLY protective of the older girl. "Some people. Geeze. I oughta beat him inta next tuesday." Grr. "You sure you're alright, Sam? That jerk." Jube grumbles low in his chest. In all this commontion, Page is keeping ahold of her gender pretty well. She's usd to being someonth 'other' then Paige - and her form is what she wants it to be. Of course, when the mists part... and... there's her Jon-Joanna? - He's REALLY glad the jeans he's in are baggy. They... hide a few things. "Mah gawd. Jono?" He manages om a somewhat strangled voice, and then continues to look at the mirror. GAwwwd, okay, now she'd like to husk into a woman's form, RIGHT NOW.... *HRMMMMMPPPHHHT* Oh gross! Samantha is unwillingly pulled into lip lock with terry, his beard scratching up against her soft skin. But after less the a second, Lee comes to the rescue. Once she manages to claw away, *SMACK* Another hand is swung at him after Lee takes her go. "Ah said, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" She chirps out, pulling away from Lee and wandering over near Gwen. My oh my, she is rather buff..."One moah step near me, Terrah, n' ah'll claw yoah eyes out..." A hand reaches up to brush a long lock of golden hair back as she looks to Gwen and the camera, "Nah, yoah all ugly 'cept foah me...ahm sure ya don't want pictures o' yoahselves. Hmmpht!" Ouch, she's snobby too. Looking to Jono, "Ah always knew ya was inta the dominatrix thang..." Her tone is snappy, the 'I'm better then you' tone. So there she is, standing off ny herself in a bit of a sexy pose, sneaking a poke at her breasts when she gets a chance. Big brown eyes blink, (~~..wot the bl'ddy fuckin' `ell?~~) that neutral voice growls. Yeah, definately Jono, despite the feminine form. Long fingers with delicate black-painted nails pull at the zipper running up her chest, revealing... a raging vortex of pissed off psionic energy. Whew. The stiletto heels click as Joanna turns, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, taking in the rest of the group. (...holy...shit...) she thinks as the zipper is pulled back up, slowly, the zipper clicking with each notch. Those killer legs shift in the gripping leather as she moves, her body shifting like a cat. Well, Lishka has a sense of humor. Terry staggers off Samantha thanks to Lee's rather solid punch. The skin already purpling about his blue-green eye. "Why y' little..." His eyes go back to the Guthrie blond, "Ahhh na' lass I'd much rather y' scratch up me chest n' back...." He winks at her and glances back to Lee, calling to Sam, "Jes' g' me a minute luscious an' I'll be back as soon as I finish this tosser.." With out another word, red throws a sucker punch towards the asian's solar plexus. Gwen Namura sighs, and moves to intercept Sammy if she falls over. "Babies. One little illusion and you're trying to kill each other. Grow up, and remember who you are." On the other hand, _she_, darnit, seems pretty happy about the cute Will on her shoulder. Willimina leans on Gwen some. This somehow feels natural. "Gwen, how do we stop them?" ACK!! Lee staggers after the punch lands solidly, blinking furiously in suprise. It doesn't last long. "Why you sonovabitch, you wanna piece'a me Irish?!?!" Lee balls up his fists and without another word, he puts all that training he went through with Wolvie to work, tossing punches to fight for his woman's honor!! GROAN. Okay, he's had about enough of this. "Cool down 'boys'." Page say as he husks - and turns his arm into a water hose. SPLASH! Welcome to his version of a cold shower. Sheesh, this is horrid. "Can we PLEASE not think with you... yeah." Note, he's studiously NOT looking at Joanna... And Joanna isn't looking at anyone in particular, deeming new and imaginative ways to wreck all sorts of hurt on Lishka. Dammit, he only has so much, and thats gone too? What else are they gonna do to the guy, take away his telepathy? Terry lands on his ass, "Dammit Page, wh' th' fuck are y' doin' focus on yuir own damn woman. Me an' Lee ha' ga' things t' d'.." The now dripping wet redhead sweeps out his leg trying to knock down paffer boy, "C'mon y' ruddy git. I'll teach y' t' intefere wi' a man when he's a wooin' a woman.." Gwen Namura says "GIRLS, behave. Before I kick botha you in the heads so hard they might pop out of your respective asses. Remember who you _are_, gosh darnit." EEEEEEK! COOOLD! Lee /jumps/ almost out of his skin and shoots a /look/ at Page as he's sprayed with cold water. But still, he's right. Lee sighs in resignation and is just about to agree with Page when suddenly, "ARGH!" DOWN he goes, curtosy of Mr Cassidy's little kick. "Why you lousey jerk, I'm gunna gunna re-arrange your face!!" Temper flares up again and in an instant, the wet and cold Lee nearly /jumps/ ontop of Terry and starts to wressle with him, getting in a jab when he can, which isn't too often. Willimina stamps her foot as some female instincts begin to surface. "ENOUGH!!! Stop, just STOP! We have to work together! You...BOYS...should be ashamed!" And she's sexy when she's angry, to boot. Poor, poor Will. Gwen Namura just looks disgusted. She pulls Will away and over to Page, who is making sense, somehow. "Fuckin' A. Next tahme, Ah'm gonna just husk into a rock an' *'it* 'em." Page mutters under his breath, and then looks over at Joanna. Neeeeeveremind. He's just going to sit behind the mirror and wait. And ignore the male hormones. And everyone else. (~~..j'st f'ckin' great. Men `re w'men, w'men `re men, and ev'ryone's thinkin' with wots b'tween their legs.~~) Joanna mutters, stilettos clicking as she moves towards Page. She stays at a good distance, though, sitting down and pulling her leather-wrapped knees to her 'chin', (~~..why c'n't we j'st get outta `ere?~~) "Williminia.." Terry is trying to speak as he is wrestling with Lee. "Ha' I e'er.." There is a gasp for air as the asian lands on top of the irishman, grunts, "Tol' y'..." He manages to get back on top of the shorter male for a moment, "Ha' hot y' look when y' are all pouty like that.." He oofs as the advantage again is taken from her. Willimina's eyes go WIDE. "Uh....um...." She looks to Gwen for protection. Lee is just about to send a punch square into Terry's nose when he suddenly stops and blinks abruptly, looking up.. up.. to Will, then back down to Terry. "... Man, you're one screwed up bastard, ya know that Irish?" Lee gets up off Terry and starts over towards Sammy the Hotty. To protect her! You sick people. Feh. Page isn't going to come out from his hiding spot. He looks after at her SO, and then *Blinks*. He's got... some questions to ask her. Alot of them. "Wheah the *HELL* did you go!? Ah need ya, ya jerk, an ya SPLIT! What the fuck did ya think ya weah doin'? Ah was WORRIED SICK about ya!" Joanna shrugs, a bit demurely, (~~..went aft'r thot kid.. it w's Teiman... `e was askin' quest'ns.. and I got a rech'rge, too.~~) she says, pulling her knees closer to her chest. Yes, some of Lishka's damnedable impressions are rubbing off on Joanna, and she doesn't like it. She's supposed to be strong, silent, stoic, etc etc. Terry just lays back on the ground trying to catch his breath, "G' damn wha's wrong wi' me.. I'm like Tom or Cain... I dinna wan' t' be like this.." Gwen Namura sits near Paige with Will. "It's okay, Will. You know I'm here for you. And you know you're strong enough to stand on your own, anyhow. Willimina sits down next to Gwen. She stares at the handsome young oriental boy for a moment, her eyes shining in a way Will's seldom do. She bites her lip for a moment, then abruptly reaches for Gwen, throwing her arms around him, and plants a somewhat amateurish, highly passionate kiss right on his lips. Will, meet hormones... Blink. And Willimina meets hormones with raging response. Joanna groans to herself, (~~..wake me wh'n Lishka d'cides t'torture us again...~~) she mutters as she lays her forehead down on her knees, brains coming undone and falling over her legs, a veil around her head as she slips into 'recharge' mode, leather creaking slightly. Lee looks away from his polite little chat with Sam (apparently, his hormones are still under control. Kinda.) as something catches her sight and she glances up to see.. Will smooching Gwen. Now. . ... there is just something really wrong with this picture. "Okay." Lee firmly takes Sam's hand in his. "I think it's time we figure out a way outta this place. Terry's being lewd, Will and Gwen are being hormonal, and I'm feeling WAY too comfortable right now." She wants her goddamn ESTROGEN back!! Page just looks over at Joanna as she goe to 'sleep' and then leans against the wall. "Shit. Ah don't wanna dela with this." He scoots FAR away from Gwen and ends up next to Joanna. It's safer over here, and there's no snogging or liplock - cause Jono don't got any! Arugh. Terry leans up at last, some of his hair falling into his eyes. "S' Terry is a guid girl, but I'm a bad boy.." He stands and closes his eyes, "G'damn." Gwen Namura passes through three stages quickly. Absolute shock, as his eyes open wide. Hormonal response, as he pulls Will closer, into the kiss. After all, it is Will. And then a brief spot of absolute terror as something happens in his pants. He controls himself, though, and breaks off the kiss slowly, kissing again on the nose and then once on the forehead, as he pries Will off. He whispers to Will. "Later, Will. When we're not being watched, and when we're right, I want you to do that again." Willimina smiles at Gwen, blushing bright. She whispers, "Ok..." And settles down near Gwen, but not TOO near. Lee tosses a roughish grin at Terry and shrugs up hsi shoulders helplessly. "We wheren't built for the testosterone overload. So how the hell do we get back to normal and get OUT of here?" As if on command, there's a flash of light back where the mirror which started all of this is. As if the light where writing it into existance, an arch forms, solidifying from simple light into a tangible, glowing material, the center of which ripples like water. Think 'StarGate', only with a ltitle arch instead of a big circle. One of Jube's black eyebrows arches upward as he says "Guess that answers that." Willimina dissipates into a mass of electricity which gathers in upon itself with a bright flash, then fades to reveal a human form. "Great! Lets get the hell outta heah!" Page grabs 'Jono', gives him a rough shake, and then, willing or no, hauls his sleepy arse toward the door. "C'mon. We got the door, lets go!" Terry watches Joanna's rear go, the male is still prevailent, "Dammit I wan' t' be a gurl again." And she follows the others. And when they step through, they return to their usual selves, but they carry the bruises they recieved from others in this room to remember it by. They weren't total illusions after all.