Room 401, Saturday Morning

[ultron_junior]

Victor woke up when his phone rang, and he didn't open his eyes as he groped for it and pressed it to his ear.

"Too early." This was a greeting, if you squinted at it sideways. Anything more clever would have been entirely beyond him.

"Ask what time it is here," Nico said, sounding on the verge of a freak-out. "Vic, you have to come home. People are turning into zombies. Like, not just the Scientology kind, literal grrr, argh."

"Huh?" he was a little more awake now. "How's that happening?"

"We think it has something to do with the radio- " Nico started, than interrupted herself. "How come you sound like a girl?"

"It's early," Victor said again, and finally looked down at his shirtless chest. "Um, Nic?" he tried. "Maybe because I ... am a girl?" And now he was going to have a freak-out to match hers. Quietly. People had warned him about the transformations, sure, but it wasn't supposed to happen to him. "Like, I can see my boobs."

"... you have it worse than we do," Nico decided, after a long pause. "Look, call me when you fix it. We'll fight the damn zombies. You ... find a bra."

"Thanks, mom."

"Thanks, Victor/Victoria."

And that was the end of the phone call. The end of Victor's panic would come sometime later.

[OOC: Closed door, open post. LA end of the scenario taken from Runaways vol. 10, Rock Zombies.]

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[nottrivial]

"Cut their heads off," Alec advised distractedly. Then-- "...You sound... different."

[[SP is the bestest!]]

[ultron_junior]

"Yeah," Victor said, also sounding distracted. "I'll tell Nico that."

"... there's kind of a problem here too this morning." He'd finally found a shirt and was putting it on with relief.

[nottrivial]

There was a brief pause, and a rustling of linens, before Alec replied in a somewhat strangled voice, "Is it that we're girls?"

[ultron_junior]

"Uh, yeah, that's .... it," Victor said. "They told you this could happen, right?"

Not that Victor was in any way prepared, but he'd heard about it! That counted!

[nottrivial]

"Jace mentioned it," Alec groused, finally surfacing from the blankets enough to get a good look at what parts of himself he could see. Which meant his hands and his arms, mostly, which... actually still had runes on them, and familiar ones, too.

Oh, wonderful.

"He didn't say I'd wind up looking like my sister."

Fandom, what the hell.

[ultron_junior]

"You do?" Victor asked, glancing across the room and deciding Alec's sister was not his type, but pretty cute anyhow. "Wait, what do I look like?"

He hadn't seen anything above his collarbone or below his waist, yet.

[nottrivial]

"Um... you, but as a girl?" Alec guessed. "You're still... Hispanic and everything. Possibly darker eyes."

[ultron_junior]

"Huh." Victor had actually wanted to know if he looked like his mom, but he realized there'd be no way Alec possibly would know that. He'd have to find a mirror and figure it out. "So ... not like a troll. I can work with that."