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(#00010)

“On the plus side, that outfit looks better.”

Sara continued to glare daggers at Forge. She -currently ‘he’, if only physically- did look trim and toned in what could only be described as an olive-khaki swimsuit without the shoulder straps.

Todd did not look any better as a girl, either. His/her uniform was not flattering on either gender. “Dayumn, this does make my ass look big…”

“It shouldn’t matter for much longer,” Iced Sara. “Should it, Mister Walkingbird?” The 'Mister Walkingbird’ was a warning signal. If things went on too long, then the dreaded full name might just emerge.

Sara found out things like this.

“I’m still looking for my notes! I think I might have messed this up on the chromosomal level.”

“What was yo’ first hint?” growled Toad. S/He had emerged from the transporter as a DD cup. And with no bra. He was having a very painful time with both arms crossed underneath his new bosom.

“Do you want me to fix this or not?” Forge demanded.

Sara fumed. “I could help you find your notes… All this space needs is a little… organization…”

Sara wanting to organise things was almost as terrifying as her using his full name. “Okay, okay, okay! I’m moving, I’m moving!”

(#00009)

Hwell Barrow, bored and forbidden from talking to anyone outside of the hostel in person, was channel surfing the local entertainment feeds. At least Ax'and'l had forgotten about requesting an absence of mini-bar, thus lending an element of entertainment to his otherwise dull evening.

That green stuff. It really packed a whallop.

He didn’t understand a word they were saying. But that didn’t stop him making up stories as he watched. Two green things with violently vibrant

(#00007)

“IT’S ALIVE! IT’S ALIVE!”

“Yes, master.” Igor had always agreed that being agreeable lead to a longer life. Broaching the niggling little problem in a delicate way was going to be… problematic at best.

“Go, my beautiful creation! Go and create marvellous havoc on those unsuspecting rubes!”

The creature lurched off the slab, belched fire, and said, “Baaa?”

Of all the mad geniuses to sign up with, he

(#00006)

“I’m dangerous,” said Claire. “You shouldn’t be around me.”

“I don’t care,” Tracy sobbed. “I love you and you can’t send me away.”

“At least keep your distance. I can’t control what I do under the full moon. Please, Tracy.”

Tracy did not want to let go. “Why? What happens during a full moon?”

Claire pushed her away. “

(#00005)

“I don’t know why I agreed to this,” grumbled Rael.

“It’s all ye can eat sushi, what’s not t’ love?” Shayde primped, using her reflection in the sneeze guard as a mirror. “Is he here yet? Can you see him?”

“Nobody is wearing any variety of dead foliage.”

“Pink carnation. It’s a flower. Flowers are prettier.” Shayde evidently gave up on getting

First crime scene. Ever. Nobody else had to know this. Just walk like you own the place. Act like you belong. Check out the corpse, note any significant details and toddle on back to the office. No big deal.

Alice thusly walked with confidence until she encountered the first thing nobody told her.

Death has a smell.

The bodies in anatomy and dissection classes were sanitized. They had the subtle odor of death, because nobody can really stop it. This was a

(#00003)

Ax'and'l stared at the brown furry hills with legs. They were everywhere. “These are wombats.” He did not understand his human companion’s fear. They weren’t doing anything much at all.

“Yes!”

“And we’ve known each other for… ten years?”

“Yes!” Hwell was still trying to climb the walls.

“Then for ten years it hasn’t been always wombats.” Ax'and'l scanned them. “And