Well good morning, New Moore! Things are certainly different this morning. It's a little alarming at first but, after you get used to walking differently, it's really not so bad.

As much as I'd like to spend time with my new visage, this is actually kind of important, isn't it. Darn.

( Private to TW:NM and Team Tardis )

Where's. My. Purse. I need my bag! My wallet's in there, somewhere and I need to buy skates!

Does any place rent roller blades any more?

EDIT: You know... the longer I panic and try to figure out what the hell is going on, the less I seem to care. I just... I feel good. Random penis or not... I bet I can figure out how to use this thing.

Okay, but...

...really?

[The dry sarcasm in Johanna's voice won't sound new to anyone, but something about the rhythm of her speech is off. For one thing, there are more thoughtful pauses. For another, she doesn't sound nearly as angry as usual.]

All right. I think I can legitimately say this is the weirdest thing that has happened to me so far since I got here.

Maybe not until I actually got a look in the mirror, though.

Let's get a headcount going as quickly as possible: who's affected and who isn't? is this a straight-up trade, or a little more random?

[The video feed switches on at this point, revealing Johanna, wrapped in a bathrobe, her expression skeptical (but in a subtly different way than usual).]

This is Tim Drake, and since I'm not in my own room, I'm guessing this is weirder than just a transformation-- I'm in Johanna Mason's body.

Feliks, I'm going to tell you to stop now. You don't need to say it.

what the fuck is this