After two days of variously boring meetings and plan-making sessions with high mucketymucks of the Golden Coven, Elspeth finds Milliways in a bathroom in the wolf village when she's trying to refill her water glass during Quil's daughter's third birthday party. It is mercifully not the house's only bathroom.

Hey, Libby, Bella! Orfeo, Elena! Here it is, in the house with all the partying going on! Ready to go? she says, herding the birthday girl away from the entrance.

Author: her_imperial_radiance	After two days of variously boring meetings and plan-making sessions with high mucketymucks of the Golden Coven, Elspeth finds Milliways in a bathroom in the wolf village when she's trying to refill her water glass during Quil's daughter's third birthday party. It is mercifully not the house's only bathroom. Hey, Libby, Bella! Orfeo, Elena! Here it is, in the house with all the partying going on! Ready to go? she says, herding the birthday girl away from the entrance.
Author: prima_sequentem	[Absolutely,] says Libby, including Bella and (on a whim) Orfeo in the brainphone call.
Author: self_composed	[On our way,] Bella adds. She has nothing to pack; she didn't even avail herself of guest clothes, her (pathetic stupid little argh) triangles having sufficed to keep her original outfit presentable.
Author: prima_sequentem	Libby actually did borrow some guest clothes, but she has since rotated back to the clothes she arrived in. Now, as to what if anything Orfeo and his sister are bringing along...
Author: her_imperial_radiance	Orfeo already packed. He kept enough out of suitcases to accommodate the fact that no one knew when he was leaving, but all his stuff - and there's not much of it, he's led a portable life for years now, but there's his Ultra Olympics pins and stuff like that - is squirreled away in a bag. Bella offhandedly agreed to keep his futuristic technology working as long as it didn't call for a populated futuristic network, which she can't supply - so he's leaving his phone, but bringing his weird roll-up stiffens-when-flat computer-thing, which can probably be expected to be magickable back onto 2005 internet. Elena's packed, too. She has packed a change of clothes, her wolf uniform, and a tiny ziplock bag's worth of travel-size toiletries. If packing choices could scream, hers would scream I am not planning a prolonged vacation.
Author: prima_sequentem	And Libby is definitely listening to the screams of Elena's luggage.
Author: her_imperial_radiance	At any rate, everyone and their luggage or lack thereof weaves through the party and Elspeth lets them through. She pops in herself only long enough to buy another case of the bubbly goldy stuff, then departs. "See you, Grandma, Bella, Orfeo, Elena!"
Author: prima_sequentem	"See you, favourite grandchild." The door closes behind Elspeth, and a moment later Libby opens it on her living room. She immediately collects all her coins, which isn't an action perceptible to anyone except in that she looks a little relieved when she does it.
Author: self_composed	Bella doesn't even set foot in the living room. She just leans far enough that she can teleport to points within her own universe and she's gone.
Author: her_imperial_radiance	Orfeo looks around assessingly, Elena resentfully. She's the one to ask, "Where do we sleep?"
Author: prima_sequentem	"There's plenty of options," says Libby. "I have couches, or I could put you up in a hotel, or you could use my aunt's guest rooms; she lives nearby." The apartment is, perhaps, not as uncozy as advertised. The walls are lined with neatly organized bookshelves; the promised couches are large and squashy and comfortable looking; the coffee table is wooden, with rounded corners. There is a general absence of clutter.
Author: her_imperial_radiance	Orfeo goes and peers at bookshelves. Elena considers the listed options, and says, "I suppose no one's too likely to actually believe me a time traveler if I say something telling. I'll go with the hotel." "These look comfy," he says, sinking deep into a couch with a random novel off Libby's shelf.
Author: prima_sequentem	"I bought them especially for comfiness," she says to Orfeo, smiling fondly. "Are you leaning couchward for now, then?"
Author: dont_look_back	"If I stopped leaning couchward I think it might eat me in revenge," he says.
Author: prima_sequentem	"And we wouldn't want that," she says, resisting the urge to ruffle his hair. "All right. Just a sec while I get in touch with Mary, then; I think that's still the most immediate priority." She leans her hands on the back of the couch and gazes meditatively at the opposite wall. [Sure,] says Mary, not unfondly, before Libby can ask if she has a minute. [What's today's pressing question?] [Kind of complicated to explain. So to catch you up: I visited another universe and a magically besotted werewolf followed me home.] [...You have the most interesting problems,] says Mary. Libby grins.
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo extricates himself from the couch and starts wandering around the apartment curiously, although he keeps an eye on Libby in case she wants to warn him away from anything.
Author: prima_sequentem	[This magically besotted thing is kind of a perpetual problem for them,] Libby explains. [Any male wolf who hasn't already done it can imprint on anybody who could someday have kids with him, even if they are, for example, five. Or a lesbian. Mostly they get around this by cloistering unimprinted wolf boys, but as I have just proved, this method is not infallible. Also it's kind of inconvenient for the wolf boys in question.] [And you want me to do what about this?] [The occasional consult,] says Libby. [Hop over to the Golden Empire for a little while, meet a bunch of werewolves, and point them at potential imprints with whom they can have successful relationships. But first we have to find out if you can tell a wolf's future at all; apparently their Imperial Seer cannot, in fact, see them.] [Okay,] says Mary. [For you. Because I love you so very much.] There's a slight pause; then she says, [Your wolf boy likes you a lot. Have you introduced him to Chris? Introduce him to Chris. They'll get along.] [I will introduce him to Chris,] Libby promises, laughing. [So that's a yes on the predictability of werewolves. In which case... hmm, actually, separate favour. I was going to do some experiments, but Bella ran away with her stars. Can I get a few if-thens?] [You may,] Mary allows. [First: if Orfeo stays here, without his sister, and I don't do any magic to him, will he be okay?] [...Not really,] says Mary. [He'll be alive, but unhappy. Why?] [Being a werewolf without a pack apparently results in suicidal depression. Next question: what if I do try magic?] Mary is silent for a moment. Libby glances around to see how her guests are doing.
Author: dont_look_back	Elena's judgmentally peering at the bookshelves. Orfeo's poking around in the kitchen, and, when Libby looks his way, he holds up a bag of oranges with a questioning look on his face.
Author: prima_sequentem	"Go for it," she says, and goes back to looking at nothing in particular. [That's a big range,] says Mary. [Over time and probability both. Uh, you're major-odds going to live for multiple centuries, by the way, and this pack problem is going to fix itself one way or another within about one of those on average. I'm still excluding his sister, right?] [Right,] Libby confirms. [Good, because that wouldn't go well. Okay, I need a little more to go on here. What kinds of magic solution are you considering?] [I was thinking of the direct approach.] [That is pretty much your worst option,] says Mary. [It's not a one-time fix and it creates a lot of tension for some reason if you keep doing it. Pick something else.] Libby thinks. [...If I use magic to make someone a werewolf,] she says slowly, [will that work?] [Bingo,] says Mary. Libby grins. [Thanks, Mary. My favourite source of advice as always.]
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo starts cutting oranges open and eating them. After he's halfway through orange two, he calls Elena over, and she leaves off judging Libby's books to share the oranges.
Author: prima_sequentem	[I am your only source of advice,] Mary points out. Not inaccurately. [Also, in case there was any doubt at all: Chris.] [There wasn't,] says Libby. Then she announces, "Mary has solved our problems, because Mary is awesome. I can't fix packlessness, but I can make more werewolves. One more werewolf, specifically. Orfeo, how do you feel about meeting my aunt Chris? I have it on good authority you're going to like her."
Author: dont_look_back	"I'd love to meet your aunt," he says. "Your aunt wants to be a werewolf?" Elena asks skeptically.
Author: prima_sequentem	"My aunt will be okay with being a werewolf, according to my friend who can tell the future extremely accurately over short distances. Why, can you think of a good reason why she shouldn't?"
Author: dont_look_back	"She won't be able to have kids?" says Elena. "The first month or so is kind of rough while you learn to change shapes on purpose and you go through a lot of clothes if you don't spend all your time in magnetic uniform? She will start to look like an Olympic swimmer at best, weightlifter at worst, and outside supernatural circles that's not a great look? She will have to cut off her hair, if it's longer than mine at all, or look like a mop when she phases? My little brother will be able to read her mind, and depending on how the alphas work out, give her orders she cannot refuse on any subject whenever he likes?" "There are drawbacks," Orfeo admits. "We're used to it. Your aunt's not."
Author: prima_sequentem	[Can I choose who gets to be alpha of this little pack?] she inquires of Mary. [Yes, and you should make it Chris. You Moriarty girls do like to be in charge,] Mary says, amused. [Will Chris like being a werewolf?] [Yep!] "Well, according to the local oracle, she'll deal," says Libby. "So now we just have to ask Chris." [Hi, Chris!]
Author: queensidecastle	[Hi, Jamie. What's new?]
Author: prima_sequentem	[I have acquired a slight werewolf problem while visiting Milliways with Bella. Do you have the time to come meet my new friend? He's cute, you'll like him.]
Author: queensidecastle	[Sure,] says Chris, amused. [Be there in five.]
Author: prima_sequentem	[You're my favourite auntie.] "...Who will be here in five minutes," she adds.
Author: dont_look_back	"Great," the siblings say at the same time, resembling each other more than usual when they do.
Author: prima_sequentem	Libby grins. That is cute. They are cute.
Author: dont_look_back	They clean her out of oranges. And popsicles and string cheese. She's going to have to adjust her grocery habits with werewolves about.
Author: prima_sequentem	It won't be a problem. While Chris is on the way, Libby fills her in on the intricacies of the situation. She also takes the time to mention a relevant fact out loud. "I never told you what my aunt's ingot power was, did I? It's a shield," Libby says. "She points it at somebody and they are protected against all imaginable kinds of harm. Three guesses who that is, and the first two don't count."
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo blinks. Then he beams. "I'm gonna like her," he hums.
Author: prima_sequentem	"I suspected as much."
Author: queensidecastle	The front door of the apartment opens, then shuts. A moment later, Chris walks into the kitchen: tall, blonde, curvy, well-dressed, and cheerful. "Hi, guys," she says.
Author: dont_look_back	"See," says Elena, "the hair, I knew there was gonna be a hair problem." "You're just determined to find ways this is horrible, besides just your little brother moving away," remarks Orfeo to his sister. "Hi, Chris, it's lovely to meet you!"
Author: queensidecastle	"Likewise," she says, offering him a hand. "Extremely likewise. What's the problem with my hair, exactly?"
Author: dont_look_back	"It's too long," says Elena. Orfeo shakes hands politely. He is awfully warm.
Author: queensidecastle	"You're right," she says to her niece. "He is awfully cute." To Elena, "This is not my one true haircut. If I don't like being exceptionally fluffy, I can change it."
Author: dont_look_back	"We're not talking fluffy here," says Elena. "Rachel's fluffy. You're going to be a wolf-shaped decorative tassel."
Author: queensidecastle	"See, now I want to experience this at least once, just to see if the reality lives up to the amazing mental image," she says, grinning.
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo laughs. Elena grudgingly snorts.
Author: queensidecastle	Chris laughs. "Okay, so tell me what it's like to be a werewolf. Decorative or otherwise."
Author: dont_look_back	"Well," Orfeo says, "technically we aren't werewolves - we have nothing to do with the moon, and this process doesn't involve either of us biting you. But there's been no success at getting anyone to say 'shapeshifter' instead. Less catchy. Anyway, once you have the hang of it, you can change whenever you want. When you're a wolf you're bigger, stronger, faster, all your senses get a boost - though those things're better than human level in human shape too." "We're telepathic, when we're wolfy," Elena says. "Not nice voluntary telepathy like the 'brainphone'. Within a pack, anything you're thinking about gets broadcasted in real time to everyone else in the pack who's also being wolfy." "We eat a lot," Orfeo says, looking at discarded wrappers and orange peels. "Like, a lot. If there are foods you don't like right now that'll probably go away." "Every pack has an alpha. They are in charge. You cannot disobey an alpha order - if they really mean it - without splitting packs, and most people can't do that unless they're the original alpha's bloodline or if the alpha is deliberately trying to let them. And we need to have packs - the ones who've split off all by themselves, which is all of them except the three main alphas back home, are not in good shape," Elena goes on. "We can regenerate. We don't get sick, or cold, or even tired from exertion - we do sleep normally though," pipes up Orfeo.
Author: queensidecastle	"So far I am seeing more upsides than downsides," says Chris. "A lot more." To Orfeo, she adds, "You can keep secrets, right? I know a lot of secrets. Most of them aren't that big a deal, but there's some."
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo... looks at Libby, on that one.
Author: prima_sequentem	"All the big ones are mine anyway," Libby assures him. "You won't have to keep them from me."
Author: dont_look_back	"Then yeah," Orfeo says, "sure."
Author: queensidecastle	"Well, that's my sole objection down for the count." She shrugs. "Unless you have a big problem with Libby making me the alpha. Do you?"
Author: dont_look_back	"Are you going to be a bossy alpha? I've been ordered down twice in my life and I was a teenager both times. It's not something I want to make part of this complete breakfast."
Author: queensidecastle	"Nope," she says. "If I can get away without ever giving orders, I will."
Author: dont_look_back	"Then I don't care. Never expected to be an alpha, do not secretly yearn for the job."
Author: queensidecastle	Chris shrugs. "Then I'm in."
Author: dont_look_back	Elena has mixed feelings, apparently. "How old are you?" she wants to know suddenly. "No one naturally activates after they're 25. I don't know what that'll do."
Author: queensidecastle	"Forty-six."
Author: prima_sequentem	"Mary gave us the all-clear, so if we do this, it will work," says Libby. "Unexpected things might happen, but they won't be bad ones."
Author: dont_look_back	Well, that preemptively shoots down anything else Elena might have objected to. "You'll wanna do this in a large, private space. This isn't really big enough. A lot of people want to run around the first time they phase," Orfeo recommends.
Author: prima_sequentem	"Does it matter if this large, private space is indoors?" wonders Libby.
Author: dont_look_back	"Not especially. Mars?" asks Orfeo.
Author: prima_sequentem	"Mars is a much better bet than anything I've got on Earth," Libby acknowledges. "Okay. Field trip to Mars, anybody?"
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo nods. Elena fidgets, then nods too.
Author: prima_sequentem	"Great." Out of courtesy, she brainphones Bella. [I'm bringing Chris to Mars to make her a werewolf; do you mind?]
Author: self_composed	[That's an interesting solution. Do it out in the open, not Olympus proper, please.]
Author: prima_sequentem	[Sure,] she says agreeably. Out loud: "All right, let's go for a walk."
Author: dont_look_back	"We're going to walk to Mars?" Elena asks.
Author: prima_sequentem	"Yep. Via the moon," says Libby. "Magic is fun."
Author: dont_look_back	"Via the - what now?"
Author: prima_sequentem	"The Empress of the Stars has a palace on the moon," Libby explains. "And there are a bunch of magic doors going to and from it, including one to Mars and one to New York. So if we want to get to Mars without wasting coins on teleportation, that's the fastest way."
Author: dont_look_back	"Oh." "Why not just phase on the moon, then?" Orfeo asks.
Author: prima_sequentem	"Because Mars has air everywhere, and the moon doesn't, and I'm sure Bella put safety features in so people can't accidentally run into vacuum but I don't particularly want to stress-test them with my aunt."
Author: dont_look_back	"Fair enough," says Orfeo.
Author: prima_sequentem	Off they go, then. The magic door to Moonstone Palace is just down the hall. Libby has to herd everyone through, because she's the only one who can see through it, but they all make it. It's a very pretty palace. She gives them a moment to gawk before leading them on to Mars.
Author: dont_look_back	"Would it have been a good idea to bring a change of clothes for Chris?" Orfeo wonders aloud as they go through door number two.
Author: prima_sequentem	"Oh, probably. But we have magic," Libby says cheerfully.
Author: dont_look_back	"Right. I'll get used to that eventually."
Author: queensidecastle	"It's very convenient," says Chris.
Author: dont_look_back	And here they are on Mars. "This is the emptiest city ever," says Elena. "Pretty though," says Orfeo.
Author: prima_sequentem	"It'll get less empty with time."
Author: queensidecastle	"We hope."
Author: dont_look_back	"Probably takes a while to accumulate enough people to fill up a place like this," Orfeo says. "Which way is out?" Elena asks. "And do you guys want a ride?" her brother adds. "This place looks big."
Author: queensidecastle	"This place is big," says Chris. "But I'm told there's public teleportation available."
Author: prima_sequentem	"Yep," says Libby. "This way."
Author: dont_look_back	There are stairs, down into an open, underground room with a map on the wall and panels on the floor. Under the map are instructions: "To teleport: walk onto any panel, intending to appear at the station of your choice. Please don't linger in the receiving area." "Pretty straightforward," says Orfeo. "Okay, which station do we want?"
Author: prima_sequentem	"Syrtis," says Libby, and walks onto a panel.
Author: queensidecastle	Chris follows.
Author: dont_look_back	The siblings go after. This station looks much the same, but with "Syrtis Station" instead of "Tharsis Station" on the wall.
Author: queensidecastle	Chris is already halfway to the exit; she turns and beckons them along.
Author: dont_look_back	And off they go! Olympus's buildings get a little shorter around the edges, but not much; most of the work is done by the fact that it's on a mountain. It gives way to a mix of moss and grass and patchy shrubbery, full of birds who are not particularly afraid of any of them. "Whoo," breathes Orfeo.
Author: prima_sequentem	"This looks like a fun place to be a wolf," Libby remarks. "Chris, you ready?"
Author: queensidecastle	"Go for it."
Author: prima_sequentem	And...
Author: queensidecastle	...floof. She does look pretty ridiculous. And somewhat less blonde.
Author: dont_look_back	Elena howls with laughter. "You want me to phase?" Orfeo asks her. "Usually easier to get the hang of doing it at will with someone to walk you through it in the packmind."
Author: queensidecastle	[Yes please,] says Decorative Tassel Chris, trying ineffectually to blow the mop out of her eyes.
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo looks down at himself and notes that he's not in uniform. "I didn't think this through," he says. "Either of you going to freak out about nudity? You want me to change behind the bush over there?"
Author: queensidecastle	[I'm not bothered,] says Chris. She manages at last to shake her head so that her ridiculous mane settles away from her eyes, and blinks triumphantly at Libby.
Author: prima_sequentem	Libby shrugs. "I don't have a strong opinion. But you may as well use the bush."
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo heads bushward, pulling his shirt over his head as he goes but leaving everything else for privacy. "We don't get cold and we can't avoid some amount of nudity as an occupational hazard," Elena says. "If you didn't see anybody running around naked while you were visiting it was a coincidence. People aren't fussed about it, even though we still default to clothes-while-on-two-legs." Orfeo finishes getting out of fragile fabrics, and floofs. His fur is a much more manageable length. It's sort of a frosted-charcoal color, like he's gray but stood in the snow on a windy day for a few minutes. He trots back over towards them. You're not freaking out, far as I can tell, Orfeo says, but regardless the trick for phasing back is calm - sometimes humor, sometimes distraction, but usually calm.
Author: prima_sequentem	"I'm not very fussed. A tiny bit fussed," says Libby.
Author: queensidecastle	Huh, says Chris. Telepathy. She stretches and wags her tail. I'm not freaking out. Moriarty girls don't freak out. Calm, huh? Well, that can wait. I see what you guys meant about wanting to run. And without further warning, she bounds away from the city at top speed.
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo barks a wolfy laugh and takes off after her. Moriarty girls? Elena fidgets, then, not caring much whether Libby's fussed, gets out of her own clothes and joins them; she's a frosted caramel.
Author: queensidecastle	It's a long story, Chris says merrily. Tell you later. Hi, Elena. You after my secrets?
Author: dont_look_back	Don't give a shit, replies Elena, apparently somewhat more foul-mouthed in her head. You try watching wolves run around and not going after them. Orfeo wonders if this is going to make it hard for her to slot back into the right pack at home. I'll figure it out, Elena thinks dismissively.
Author: queensidecastle	Chris finds this very entertaining. She is also pleased to discover that being a wolf makes no difference whatsoever to her power: there it is, steady as ever, tucked around a mental representation of Libby like a comfortable blanket. She turns right, circling around to head back toward her niece, and idly checks Orfeo and Elena for protectability.
Author: dont_look_back	Neither one is protectable.
Author: queensidecastle	Weird. Orfeo definitely likes her, too.
Author: dont_look_back	I guess that's not what it checks for? he wonders.
Author: queensidecastle	I've never found out exactly what it does check for, she says. But usually people who like me are protectable and people who don't, aren't. It's all hypothetical, anyway; I've only ever protected two people in my life.
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo wouldn't want you covering him, anyway, that'd un-protect his Libby, Elena thinks. Oh, by the way, it's now somewhere between unthinkable and impossible for you to harm Libby even if you wanted to unless Orfeo's dead first. No one bothered mentioning this ahead of time because no one thought that was an option you wanted kept open.
Author: queensidecastle	Harming Libby was already* impossible,* says Chris. I'd know that better than anybody. Halfway back, she flomps onto a snuggly-looking patch of moss and rolls around on it. Her absurdly long fur gets tangled fast, but she's having too much fun to care.
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo and Elena start play-fighting. It's not gentle; they are not careful about scratching each other, and there's a few bites exchanged, healed almost as soon as the teeth leave the skin. They're used to it and it's fun. Not for you, says Elena, it wasn't.
Author: queensidecastle	Her fur is in her eyes again. Chris lets her head drop down onto the moss with a sigh. Of course this kid doesn't know the whole story, and it's theoretically true, even if in practical terms she is about as likely to take her power off Libby as she is to spontaneously lift off and fly into the sun.
Author: dont_look_back	And just how unlikely is that, huh, with magic flying around everywhere? Imprinting stuff is proof against magic. This one lasts even if you stop being a wolf - deactivated wolves still can't poke the Princess in the eye even if she asks them to nicely for experimental purposes, Elena says.
Author: queensidecastle	Really? This needs testing. She gets up, shakes herself off (flinging bits of moss in every direction) and heads for Libby again.
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo breaks off from the fight and trots after her nervously. Uh, what are you going to do?
Author: queensidecastle	Not hurt her, says Chris. That much is a given. She of all people should know that Libby can't be hurt. But that doesn't mean she cannot, for example, plant herself in front of Libby and headbutt her in the stomach hard enough to knock her on her ass.
Author: prima_sequentem	Libby sprawls in the grass and giggles.
Author: dont_look_back	Oh, yeah, the no-hurting-other-people's-imprints thing doesn't stop anyone from moving them around or even restraining them. Wolves helped capture the Princess, before the revolution, Orfeo thinks. But a vampire had to break her legs first, thinks Elena. The wolves couldn't do that. If you thought you were going to break Libby's ribs or whatever doing that, you couldn't've done it.
Author: queensidecastle	Probably would've* broken her ribs,* she says, nosing at Libby's knee, if it weren't for—well, me.
Author: prima_sequentem	Libby sits up and hugs her fluffy aunt around the neck. "I'm glad you're having fun," she says dryly.
Author: dont_look_back	But it was for you - so to speak, thinks Elena, so you knew perfectly well she'd be unharmed. Look, it's not complicated. Orfeo is considering licking Libby in the face. He is not sure if she would appreciate that or not.
Author: queensidecastle	Well, now Chris is considering that too, and unlike Orfeo she doesn't also have to consider what Libby would think of it. So she does.
Author: prima_sequentem	Libby splutters a bit, shoves at Chris's nose, and then hugs her again.
Author: dont_look_back	Well, now Orfeo has the excuse that he was just copying Chris. Slurp!
Author: prima_sequentem	"Enough already," she laughs, and hugs Orfeo too.
Author: dont_look_back	Orfeo's brain is all happies. Wag, wag, wag. Elena pretends to gag in the background.
Author: prima_sequentem	Libby gives him scritches, because scritches just seem like a natural extension of hugging a big happy wolf.
Author: dont_look_back	Wagwagwag.
Author: prima_sequentem	Scritch scritch snuggle!
Author: queensidecastle	"Well, that's adorable," says Chris. ...Then: "Whoops, I unfloofed."
Author: dont_look_back	[Finding stuff cute has also been known to be a useful trigger,] says Orfeo. He grew up in a culture unfazed by nudity and doesn't even look her way.
Author: queensidecastle	"Good to know," she says. "Okay, so I seem to more or less have the hang of this. Any more pitfalls waiting for me?"
Author: dont_look_back	[Some people have mood swings,] Orfeo says, flopping down on the moss. With the brainphone there's no strong reason for him to phase again now. [You seem okay so far, so yours won't be bad if you get them. You're going to bulk up. You might look younger - no one naturally activates after 25 and then we all look that way till we quit, so I dunno about you. Nobody's perfect at phasing in the first month and you'll have to use your emotional triggers - and avoid using them when you don't wanna floof or defloof.]
Author: queensidecastle	"I expect I'm not going to be spending a lot of time floofed, then," she remarks. "I'm a pretty calm person in general." It seems like about time to get dressed. Chris has squares. She uses one to bring her clothes back from wherever Libby vanished them to when she floofed the first time.
Author: dont_look_back	[Up to you,] says Orfeo agreeably, rolling onto his back in the vague hope of Libby-belly-rubs (which would be the best thing).
Author: prima_sequentem	Well that's transparent as hell, and also adorable. Belly-rubs it is!
Author: dont_look_back	Wag, wag, wag. Elena trots over to her clothes, phases, and gets dressed, rolling her eyes all the while.
Author: prima_sequentem	"You're awfully cuddly," she says. Not to Elena.
Author: dont_look_back	[Fur does that!] Orfeo agrees.
Author: prima_sequentem	"No," Libby says thoughtfully, "I think it's mostly you."
Author: dont_look_back	[Dunno. Never tried cuddling myself to compare,] he muses.
Author: prima_sequentem	"Clearly I should cuddle you when you're human-shaped, then," Libby says. "For science."
Author: dont_look_back	[Science!] he approves.
Author: prima_sequentem	"Science," she affirms.
Author: queensidecastle	[Jamie, you are thinking of cuddling this guy for something other than science.]
Author: prima_sequentem	Libby cracks up.