"God shit happened and I turned into a chick!"

[trulyoracular]

You know, when people head downstairs for a late day breakfast (4PM is never too late, not when you'd gone to bed at 5AM) and turn into a woman, most people might give it a bit of pause. Technically, Olaf does, but he's still really hungover and really hungry and the sausages kind of look incredible, still. He prods and pokes two on a fork before trying to stand in place and accommodate some of his new balance, but that's probably going to take a while (see, the hungover thing).

And normally? Well, normally this would be something to freak out over.

Olaf's never been normal, and seeing as he's watched his grandson get fucked out of a female body, he's pretty sure this is as normal as the Johnson family gets. Finding a seat near the food, Olaf sits with his knees spread wide as he digs into the food, as starved as ever despite the fact that he's suddenly got a lot less body mass to feed. He really wishes he had Stacey or Ingrid around. Dressing himself is always a rough pain and if he does need to get fucked to get normal, he'd rather have a bit of fun with it too (which makes him a bit regretful that he doesn't have a) a video camera and b) Michele).

Yawning and drinking half his coffee cup in one go, Olaf slumps back in his seat, possibly as unladylike as it gets, and debates heading back for seconds.

Really, if this is a god-related switch, he'd get some sort of oracle sign, right?

Seconds, he decides, standing up and getting back in line, peering eagerly forward to see what the roast looks like, which makes his cleavage very, very visible with the lowered line of his white tank-top.

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[legendthatwas]

Martha stares at the woman a little. Despite being a Londoner, and learning to put up with seriously weird shit most of the time--and despite the Doctor, after all--she finds the Rack On Display situation rather strange. The woman moves in a way that seems very oddly familiar (and slightly off-key), though, which is most of the reason Martha's staring. Mostly.

Also, the woman picking at the buffet doesn't seem to have any hair, which is an interesting, if rare, fashion choice in this particular setting.

Martha sits down and sips her tea. She keeps watching, if only because she's really irritated she can't figure this out. Have they met before, or something?

[trulyoracular]

Olaf finishes with a few pieces of toast on the edge of his plate, missing Ty's cooking and more than that, missing Ingrid's cooking. The woman knows how to put spice on a plate and Olaf always appreciates that. He turns and heads back for his place, but catches a glimpse of Martha instead, heading straight for her and hooking the chair with his ankle to drag it out. "This is going to sound crazy," he says, "but you know me."

[legendthatwas]

"Okayyyyyy," says Martha, because she's still not entirely convinced of that. The woman doesn't look familiar, but she has mannerisms that mean Martha's unable to shake the feeling. It's...uncanny, perhaps, is the right word. She takes a sip of her latte. "Where did we meet?"

Because Martha's met a lot of people, all things considered.

[trulyoracular]

Olaf realises, belatedly, that maybe he hasn't exactly briefed Martha to the degree that she needs to be to understand that his life isn't as normal as it can seem and it's not just because he likes to smoke and take as many drug as possible. "I'm hurt that you don't think of me instantly," he says, mocking. "It's me, Martha, I'm Olaf."

[legendthatwas]

It wasn't that Martha didn't understand weird shit like this, of course. Just that she hadn't been expecting it. Therefore, when it landed in her lap, it did take a moment to adjust to.

Like if the kitty that jumped onto you had tentacles.

"You're not," she said, incredulously at first, but Olaf could likely see her processing it as her tone changed. "No, really? Your physical gender...that makes a lot of sense, actually, now that you mention it. Do you, uh, do this...often?"

[trulyoracular]

Olaf shovels a forkful of food into his mouth, shrugging his shoulder gracefully, considering it's not entirely like he's that bothered by it. His daughter-in-law turned into a tree and his grandson became a smoking hot woman for a while. These sorts of things seem to happen in teh Johnson family.

"Me, personally? No, but you could say it runs in the family."

[legendthatwas]

"Oh," said Martha, watching Olaf eat. "So you're, uh, not really fussed about it?" She wondered how exactly it impacted his sense of self-image, did he get dysphoria--but these weren't exactly things you asked someone who was stuffing themselves (in an unladylike way but who cared about that). Besides, if it came down to it, Olaf probably didn't make a particularly good control subject in general, knowing what she did about him.

[trulyoracular]

"Give me a few hours and I'll probably be a lot more fussed," Olaf admits, but he's sort of riding out the strangeness of it. "I wish I could sort of say that this sort of thing is new, but...the amount of weird shit I've had to cope with during my life couldn't even stack up to this." Popping some bacon past his lips, Olaf grins broadly. "Plus, I've got great tits," he boasts.

[legendthatwas]

"So you only just..." Martha nearly said turned into a woman, but from what she understood, gender identity didn't really work that way and if Olaf still felt he was a man, then...

Her head hurt. "Turned..." She gestured vaguely to make a womanly shape, though yes, Olaf did have a good chest.

[trulyoracular]

Olaf grins at her, giving Martha a lascivious wink as he leans back in the chair, munching gracelessly on a piece of toast. "It runs in the family," he admits. "If it's not a tree, then it's a woman, or it's something else entirely. What can you do?" Olaf says with a laissez-faire shrug, having never really worried about much in his life and if he does, there are always drugs to stop those feelings.

[bornagoddess]

A healthy appetite was definitely an Asgardian thing. For what little time Sif had spent on Midgard, she had soon realized they ate a lot less than her people in order to feel satisfied. As it was, she either spent a lot more time having her three meals a day, or had a lot more of those. Mid-afternoon was a great time to take care of that pesky growling in her stomach that had been here for about an hour; it didn't help that as she had passed by the dining room, the smell of a delicious roast invaded her nostrils without quarter. Roasted meat and potatoes it was.

As she eagerly awaited her turn, Sif felt a rustling at her shoulder, as though someone was getting a bit too close. She turned around to look, and found first a bald head, then a generous bosom quite on display. With a smirk her eyes jumped back up to the person's face - she looked familiar. And yet, Sif couldn't quite place her. "Smells nice, doesn't it?"

[trulyoracular]

"More than nice, it smells divine," Olaf says, hungrily poking at some more as he uses his fork and gets right in there with little to no hesitation. He's always had a high metabolism and no one really ever taught him how to ration when he was a kid. After having to do it in the few wars he'd fought in, he doesn't exactly want to ever go back to it. "Am I keeping you from getting some?"

[bornagoddess]

Something smelling divine was not in Sif's vocabulary; nor indeed in her experience, as she did not perceive divinity at all like Midgardians. Not that she should automatically assume this lady to be one, knowing better as she did. And yet, more often than not Sif found herself defaulting to Midgard. "I don't know about divine, I've no term for comparison there. Never smelled a deity. Although..." She looked up and chuckled. Seeing as her people seemed to have been worshiped as gods a long time ago, in a way perhaps she had. They smelled nothing like roast, though some could smell like food if around enough. And Asgard's banquets weren't lacking in that respect.

Edging to the side as the bald lady rushed forward with fork in hand and an unmistakable intention to use it, Sif chuckled again. "No, though one could argue you are trespassing in what some call 'personal space'. But I see no impediment in me getting my food even so." And it was evidenced by how she proceeded forward and filled her plate with meat, potatoes, some vegetables and much gravy. Before she left the buffet Sif looked at the lady again with a smirk. "Have at it."

[trulyoracular]

Olaf raises his brow and flashes a wicked grin at her as he gets plenty closer into said personal space, feeling absolutely within his rights to do so given all that they've been through. "I don't know that I'm trespassing when you've very eagerly welcomed me into said personal space in the past," he says with a knowing look, popping a morsel of food into his mouth and chewing with self-righteous victory.

[bornagoddess]

Eyes widening comically, Sif's expression was stuck undecided between shock and amusement at the audacity of this lovely bald lady. The former surpassed the latter when she spoke of things Sif had no memory of. A scoffing laugh escaped the shield-maiden, whose eyes fluttered in disbelief before settling on being open and firmly settled on the bald lady's own. "While I commend and praise what fancies go through your rather pleasant head I assure you, dear lady, I would have remembered that!"

The self-satisfied way with which the other woman ate reminded her of someone with some violence, and yet Sif couldn't quite place her. "No, no, I would. I most certainly would." She murmured.

[trulyoracular]

Olaf grins crookedly at the compliment, rubbing a hand over said 'pleasant head' and finding it's got a bit more edge to it now, as if being bald as a woman is just enough different that it's got new sensations attached. "You really don't remember?" Olaf wonders. "And here I thought our prom would go down in the history books," he teases.

"I knew I should've taken more pictures, that night."

[speedy_queen]

Thea, too, is having a rough afternoon. It seems that the best way to cope with, well, everything, is to not cope at all and her stay in the Nexus has become a regular booze fest. Thea thinks as long as she keeps it to alcohol and hydrates plenty in between, there's no problem.

So she's hungover too. Really hungover. She makes herself a plate and pours a huge cup of coffee, downing it on her way to her table. No cream or sugar needed, just sweet caffeinated goodness.

"You had a rough night too? You look like a fellow soldier," she says to the woman next to her, lifting her mug.

[trulyoracular]

Olaf lights up when he sees Thea, whom he thinks is beyond gorgeous and who owns a club. As far as women go, she's pretty much perfection walking around with great hair and though Olaf doesn't have the equipment right now for a good root, it doesn't stop the desire. "Technically, does it count as a rough night if I only stopped two hours ago?" Olaf wonders, grabbing a cup of coffee for himself. "I feel like I have way too many rough mornings, nights, and the occasional afternoon."

[speedy_queen]

"That sounds like a great night," Thea says, laughing throatily. It's been a while since she's gone that far but she can definitely appreciate the sentiment. Not running the club here in the Nexus means she can have more benders than usual.

"I'm Thea, by the way. Nice hair."

[trulyoracular]

Olaf rubs his hand over his head a little more before grinning warmly at the compliment. "Thanks!" he replies warmly. "I'm Olaf," he says, because Thea can't exactly know that with a single look at him, but he doesn't want to lead her on. "We've met, the once before, but at the time I was behind the bar pretending to be a bartender and I was also very distinctly male," he adds.

[speedy_queen]

"Oh, right, I was going to teach you how to actually run a bar. Why the change of real estate? I thought you liked being a guy. I liked you as one, too," she says, grinning at him. He had been a very cute guy and the whole switching into a new body, well. Thea isn't one to discount weird. Her brother came back from the dead, after all.

[trulyoracular]

"I liked being a bloke, don't get me wrong," Olaf promises with a wink, seeing as how he's sort of missing his cock. Yeah, being a woman is great and having his own tits is pretty much the best birthday present ever, but there's something to be said for having gotten used to your body for ninety-three and change years. "I walked through a door and suddenly had a fit of femininity. Normally, I'd think that's a bit off, but this place has taught me never to be surprised."

[speedy_queen]

"Question is, how do you get the old body back?" Thea thinks there has to be some way to do that, even if it's as simple as walking back into the closet for a little while. Yes, she is aware of the irony.

"Because this isn't something we want permanently, is it?"

[trulyoracular]

"Well," Olaf says, having already thought up a few techniques on how to try it, not that he's in any great rush. "If this place works the same as it usually does, I imagine there'll be a door lingering around at some point that'd switch me back. Then again, if history proves true, I could probably find the right person and learn a lesson or two about how to pleasure a woman."

Though, Olaf hardly thinks he's anything like Axl. He knows what women like. He's had enough of them over his long, long life.

[speedy_queen]

Thea laughs a little and covers her mouth with her hand to hide it. "Well, I don't think I've got the right set of parts to help you out with that. Sorry, Olaf. Not gonna happen. I'm straighter than a ruler."

She tips her head to the side a little. "But I could help you hunt up a door?"