Secluded beach spot, Saturday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia and Walter had, after a delightful evening of swimming and wet cuddling, fallen asleep on the beach.

So that's where they were the next morning. Well, um, that's sort of where they were.

In fact, if asked, Nadia would inform them in no uncertain terms that she was not Nadia Santos, but was Hamlet Dane, and that s/he had no idea how s/he had ended up in Nadia's body on the beach with Nadia's boyfriend, but suspected that it had something to do with her/his evil uncle-father, messing with her/him.

Yes, those pronouns would be getting confusing at some point. But "Hamlet" just hadn't come to terms with being a girl, yet.

But, of course, no one had asked yet, since "Hamlet" had just woken up. S/he was cursing up a storm in what s/he thought was Danish, just now, and groping her/himself.

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Angela woke up on the beach to the sound of cursing and looked around in confusion. Shouldn't she have been somewhere with her cat or with Marty? How had she ended up on the beach? With Nadia? Topless?

"I- I'm sorry, Nadia. Were we playing a drinking game last night?"

[nadiathesaint]

Hamlet paused in his cursing and groping to look around for Nadia. He didn't see her.

"You'll have to forgive me . . ." What was this guy's name? "But there seems to be something unnatural going on."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Angela pulled a towel up around her chest and started looking for a top. "Yeah. Like how did I end up out here with you?"

[nadiathesaint]

Hamlet snorted. "You ought to be proud to have ended up with a prince. Even if this prince is not gay. Mostly. Maybe. I think. I could be wrong."

He delivered this little speech in monotone, his expression growing morose.

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"I ended up with a prince?" She looked around, panic starting in the pit of her stomach. Girlkissy she could probably explain to Marty, but a prince? The only one that sprang to mind was Hamlet, and she didn't see him around.

She had another problem, in that one of her eyes didn't seem to want to focus.

"Were we drinking last night?" A lot of drinking.

[nadiathesaint]

"Not that I recall. And yes, you did. I'm the crown prince of Denmark. Though at the moment," Hamlet groped himself again. "I seem to be a princess."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Oh. My. God.

She had done it with Hamlet and he'd turned into Nadia?

She really needed to get dressed and get out of there. She found a girl's top she didn't recognize as hers and pulled it on.

"I- Let me tell Marty about this, okay?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Why on Earth would I talk to Marty about this? It's not as though we're close friends." Hamlet frowned. "Right?" He looked around, finding some rather tight looking trousers and a dress shirt. It would do until he could get back to his room. He started getting dressed.

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Boys brag about those things, don't they?

"Just don't tell him."

Great. Now she was wearing a top that wasn't hers and Union Jack printed swim trunks? What had happened last night?

And her shoes were nowhere to be found. She had a choice of shiny dress shoes or combat boots? She went for the combat boots, but they were too small.

[nadiathesaint]

Hamlet chose to go barefoot. "I'll honor your wishes." He was pretty sure this was Nadia's boyfriend, not Marty's. In fact, he didn't know Marty had a boyfriend. "I'll just tell him I saw you, if he asks."

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Shiny shoes it was. Who did the clothes Nadia/Hamlet was wearing remind her of? She'd worry about it later.

"Do you know that you look just like Nadia right now?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Nadia? Really?" Hamlet shrugged. "I knew only that I appeared to have developed breasts and lost a part that is rather important to me." Then he blinked. "If I appear to be Nadia, then why were you worried that we had gotten drunk? Don't you sleep with her on a regular basis?"

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"No!" Angela was mortified by the suggestion. Nadia was like Marty's little sister. That was like incest or something. "I have a boyfriend!"

[nadiathesaint]

"Ah. My mistake. You're dating Marty, then? Does Angela know?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I'm Angela!"

[nadiathesaint]

"Ah," Hamlet said again. "My mistake." He wondered if he should perhaps tell Angela that she looked just like Nadia's boyfriend, but couldn't decide.

So he did nothing.

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"I'm going back to the dorms. I want a shower and my own bed. This is just too weird." Angela gathered together as much of the stuff around them as she could. "Help me with this. Nadia's going to want her stuff when she gets her body back." And whoever else these things belonged to, since she was pretty sure Nadia didn't wear glasses.

[nadiathesaint]

Hamlet? Was still having a mental debate with himself. It was rather long winded and involved a lot of convoluted metaphors about the natural world and the nature of identity and death.

Still, he absent-mindedly picked up the rest of the things as he thought.

To tell? Or not to tell? Whether it is nobler for her mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous Fandom. . . .

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"I hope you and Nadia get things straightened out." Angela started to pick her way across the sand in these great clomping shoes. Who wore shoes that shiny?

Ohhh... Nadia plus shiny shoes....

Angela looked around, but didn't spot Walter.

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