Man, college can sure be intense.

Uh...Mikaela? Are you mad at me or something? I've been calling you nonstop and I'm glad I talked to you finally and all but uh...

Kiiiiinda wondering what's up?

Note to self: Never leave Mom unsupervised on Princeton campus again.

Like, ever.

Also? Try again with too cheery housing worker to change rooms. It's getting a little intense here, not sure if I can deal with it. Or want to deal with it, one of the two. I'm not working for some champion at his dinky internet firm. Not gonna happen.

Other than that, moving in was a success. Dad tried his hardest to not let us stop at all on the way over here, but uh...yeah we had to make at least one or two pit stops for mom.

...Well, I'm here, I guess.

HEY MIKAELA.



Wanna race?

So I woke up yesterday and I was a car. Along with everyone else from my world.

Gotta admit, this is kinda cool. I didn't know you guys could go this fast! 'Course, fender benders hurt, but I'll just not do that again.

I mean, I don't want this to be permanent, so um. If I could be changed back at some point, it'd be a good thing. For my parents and all. Don't think they'd take to kindly to me bein' a robot for the rest of my life.

[Sam is happily curled up in an...unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. Gone are the familiar posters of The Killers, The Ramones, and various other bands. No desk, no lamp, no goldfish. Sam, of course, doesn't actually notice this because he's sleeping, curled happily up against a very beautiful, very...naked woman. With a collar on.


...What.


It takes a few moments for this to register, because Sam is a rather deep sleeper. He wakes up slowly, and is often late for class, but today might be a bit different simply because it's Saturday, and, because there's someone NAKED in bed with him. So when the first begins stirring, there's an audible groan as he realizes he doesn't want to wake up yet. He curls closer into Vanessa, then freezes.


There's someone else in his bed (well, not his but he doesn't REALIZE this yet), and that someone is female, and NAKED. NAKED. This, of course, cues a complete and utter freakout.]


Oh, my GOD who are you why are you in my bed, no, n-no no NO, this is impossible!

Ugh. I don't want to think about college right now. Dad keeps shoving pamphlets down my throat, and honestly...I don't know what I even want to do, let alone what college to go to.


Need to take those stupid tests before Mom grounds me.
 

[private/so hackable its not even funny]

I dunno what to do to fix it. I don't think I can. This sucks.

Anyone have any idea why it's snowing only over Disneyland right now?




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