Ad Infinitum [Open]

[Mindy Omnis]

<sup>Sometime in the late afternoon, if one chose to pass by the Big House at this particular time, one might observe a semi-unfamiliar figure doing something possibly also semi-unfamiliar.

Dressed in a Camp shirt that seemed far too large for him and shorts that were nearly hidden beneath the shirt, the small, strangely girlish-looking blonde boy placed the last white pawn on the chessboard. Slowly, so as not to send any of his carefully arranged chess pieces flying away into oblivion, he rotated the board on the tiny stand on which it rested so that the white pieces were in front of him.

Were he more careless about expressing what he felt, a small frown would have dented Honor's forehead. No one was around to play chess, and from what he had seen, no one would want to play chess. If they knew what it was, that is; at least one person had asked him what the weird plaid box was.

He had pointed out that it wasn't plaid, and had promptly gotten yelled at and smacked with his own chessboard.

Merle was not the nicest of people when proved wrong.

Now Honor allowed himself a brief sigh and cast about a last gaze to see if anyone happened to be around. Not seeing anyone, he folded up his legs, which were rapidly lengthening as he shifted briefly from fourteen to somewhere between... eighteen? nineteen? Yes; Honor was pretty sure he was somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one now. ... And a female, if he wasn't mistaken.

As soon as he had had time to register this fact, he was back to normal, albeit with less of a neutral air and more of an "of course it would have to happen now" air floating around his head. If he wasn't an extremely feminine boy, he was an extremely feminine girl. ... Just his luck.

Honor breathed deeply between his teeth and resumed staring at the chessboard. Trying to mind-control them into moving by themselves? Maybe.</sup>

[Nerissa Bywater]

<sup>It was a bit warm for mid-February. In light of this, Sophia had opted to dress in her trusty Ugg boots, dark jeans, and a white turtleneck sweater deocrated with pink snowflakes for her usual afternoon stroll around camp while she skipped running practice. She used to join Nerissa at archery during this time, but since Issy wasn't at classes anymore, that plan was dashed.

Sophia felt a little listless. She hadn't seen much of Joe and Sable, which left her just hanging out at the edge. And her life had been so boring lately. She needed something exciting to happen. Although what Sophia thought might happen while just walking around camp was a mystery. Then again, a lot of things could happen while walking around camp, especially if Aimée was at Arts and Crafts, which she currently was.

Reaching the Big House, Sophia was about to skirt past it on the edge of the abandoned-for-winter volleyball courts when she saw someone she didn't recognize sitting in front of it. Figuring that meeting someone new was always an interesting even in Camp Half-blood (after all, there are a lot of...interesting...people at the camp), Sophia shrugged her shoulders and trotted over towards the person.

She could see it was a girlish looking boy. He was sitting in front of a chess board, staring at it intently, as if he were going to make it levitate, or spin around, or so something else equally gleeful.

Sophia waved her hand at him. She had just been opening her mouth to say something when she realized that the boy's legs were growing longer...and a few moments later, she realized that the boy was now a girl.

You possibly could have driven a train through Sophia's mouth, because this was definitely not something she'd seen before.

Recovering herself finally, Sophia raised her hand and waved limply. "Uh?"</sup>

[Mindy Omnis]

<sup>Oh. Hello, Sophia. How lovely to see you darling, how are the kids? I love what you've done with your hair. Who's your stylist?

These were some of the things that were not running through Honor's mind as he glanced up, something like a quizzical expression on his face. In the time it took for this expression to return to "._." his skin flickered to a slightly more yellow Asiatic shade, and he blinked at Soap with slightly tilted black eyes.

And he was a girl again. Grand.

"Yes?"</sup>[/color] she inquired, lifting her eyebrows slightly. ... Was her voice really that high-pitched when she was female all the time? Dammit. Honoria - because that was so much easier to associate with a girl than Honor - cleared her throat and tried again. "Yes?"[/color]

Much better. ... wait, now she was a he again, and somewhere around seven. No- back to normal. Again.

Honor sighed. "Can I help you?"[/color]

Honor would make a horrible secretary. He would speak in a monotone all the time - like he doesn't already - and everything positive he said would be sarcastic. He would be like Meg with his "have a nice day."

Someone's not getting voted Employee of the Month.[/sup]

[Nerissa Bywater]

<sup>Soap couldn't help it. Her voice came out as a squeak as she watched Honor change back and forth. She pointed at him. "You keep changing," she said, dumbly.

There area lot of strange people at camp, with strange predicaments and powers. Such as Hayley being a zombie, or Lette with the whole shape-shifting I'm-hungry-for-a-piece of neck thing. However, Sophia could say, with confidence, that she hadn't yet met a person who changed sexes. Or appearance. Especially that fast. Some people in the Aphy cabin could change their appearances, but that was just a glamour, and not like this.

Finally recovering herself, Sophia drew closer. "...who are you?"

She looked at the table, and could see that he had a chessboard out. She snorted. "Good luck trying to find someone to play with you."

Looking up and brushing some hair out of her face, Soap realized that she should maybe introduce herself too, if she was going to ask for names.

She held out her hand to him in a cordial manner. "Uh, I'm Sophia Fairbairn. From Aphrodite. A lot of people call me Soap, though. I don't know why."</sup>