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Lily had stopped even trying to hide that it was that time of the month. What was the point? Ever since the masquerade, she had small pointed horns coming up at her hairline, there were already rumors circulating around about her being some sort of body modder, and wearing the extra layers to cover her tail was making her run through clothes faster than she felt like doing laundry. So, like with most things, Lily sort of just...ran with it. Let people talk--the fact that she appeared more committed to the whole goth aesthetic had netted her a whole eight subscribers on youtube.

She was just beginning her own daily routine, brushing her teeth at one of the sinks by the showers with her hair down. Her ears flickered as a fellow gym rat approached, and she glanced up just as she spit out the rest of her toothpaste. "Yeah man, sure," she shrugged, picking at her gums with a dark claw. "What's up?"

Lily shrugged, scratching at the soff fuzz of her sideburns. "I mean...yeah," she responded, leaning against the sink to mirror the other woman. "It's, um...a condition, I guess? But yeah, it's a thing." Eve had covered for it at Blackfriars with the CDC by calling it something...some kind of hormone imbalance? Lily couldn't remember what it was, though she knew that she probably wasn't supposed to tell just every mundane human about being in a secret shapeshifting club.

But then again, in her understanding, there were few people who weren't at least in the spooky s**t club, and Lily saw no need to actually hide what she was from those who were curious.

So this was a member of the spooky s**t club. Lily blinked, then nodded slowly.

"Moonwalker, yeahhhh," she drawled, reaching behind her for the several feet of tail that extended down from under her shirt. "That's the thing that I have. That I, uh...am?"

"There's a couple of us around town," she added, looking down at the other woman. "Was there...something you wanted to know?"

"It's okay, I guess," Lily responded plainly, but there was a bit of color to her face that made her look flustered. Most people went out of their way not to make eye contact when Lily was in fuzz-mode, so all the attention was beginning to go to her nerves.

"I can do questions, just, like...one at a time, I guess, don't want to fry my brain all at once, you know?" She tried to smile, but struggled to get her lips over her fangs. "Name's Lily, my friends call me Lily."

"Dude, what the hell are you thinking, Armageddon 3000 is the best thing I've ever heard," Lily said lowly, as if not to let up on a well-kept secret. "I would have amazing friends if they called me that. That is the best, holy s**t."

It was only when Preacher brought up her stuff that Lily even considered that they were both about half-dressed in a locker room."Oh yeah, um..." Lily stared down at her toothbrush, then slowly reached over to turn on the faucet, washing it off before tossing it in a zip-loc bag on the counter. She traded out the bag for an eyeliner pen, then tried to be smooth about it by winking at the other woman. It seemed cool in her mind, but given that she blinked instead, the effect was lost, and with a soft hum she looked to the mirror, coating on the beginnings of an aggressively smoky eye.

"I can hang while I put my face on," she explained, glancing back at Preacher from her reflection in the mirror. "So what do you wanna know?"

"It was just kind of a...thing that happened," Lily shrugged, switching to outline the other eye. "Like, finals hit, I started feeling all weird about trees, then I'm getting crazy animal dreams, and then all the s**t at Blackfriar's went down because someone didn't do furry puberty right."

She stayed quiet for a moment, finishing the line on the other eye, and then began to use a finger to smudge her liner for that perfectly nurtured 'I woke up with my makeup on from last night' look. She might have been frowning, or that might have just been her default expression, it was difficult to tell.

"This is as fuzzy as it gets on this side of Ashdown," she remarked, looking back from the mirror to Preacher as she hefted up her tail. "But in dreams and in the otherworld, it's full-on fuzz mode. Total animals, can't talk or anything." This time she definitely frowned. "Pretty much every other animal in the otherworld talks. It's kind of bullshit."

"It's a fisher thing, they like to climb," Lily responded with a shrug, tossing her eyeliner back into her back. Next came a tube of lipstick in dark purple, and she puckered her lips as she applied a quick coat. "Fishers are like if a squirrel and a wolverine had a night they both regretted, but no one wants to talk about it because the kid's all weird and bites the other kids in class for no good reason, and then screams from time out. But the full moon comes around, and it's all instinct mode, I stop feeling comfortable on the ground so I just climb s**t."

"And Blackfriar's...I mean, it wasn't like 'oh no, Billy broke up with me, I'm gonna murder the whole ******** town'." Lily frowned again, her gaze moving somewhere distant. "But you have to be in the otherworld when the moon rises, or else it's wolfman syndrome--you lose your mind, you lash out at people, s**t gets bad." She touched a place at her arm, where her clawed fingers followed a familiar grooved scratch of a pale fleshy scar. "He didn't mean to hurt anybody," she said, and her voice got softer, "It was just s**t timing, we didn't know he was going to be there."

She paused to smack her lips, then blinked as she considered Preacher's request, her expression slowly moving back to neutral. "I mean, it's only weird if you make it weird," she finally decided, holding up the edge of her tail for inspection. "You get a free pet because you agree that non-talking animal mode is lame as s**t." And just like that, the hurt in her voice was gone, compartmentalized for some other more convenient time.

She nodded when Preacher asked about the otherworld. "Yeah, spooky scary zone. You been?"