<Brett> [Meanwhile, you two wake up at about the same time. Woo.]
<Brett> [Same kind of room as Alys and Ten got.  And you've both got mild 
headaches. Do stuff and we'll go from there.]
* Herman stirs, then jerks awake and sits up, rubbing at his eyes. "Ow." Pause. 
"That fucking hurt."
* Togo sits up. "You don't have a beard, at least."
<Brett> [Herman's voice is decidedly softer and more feminine.  That's funky.  
And he can't help but notice that he's got boobs.  Really big ones, at that.  A 
lock of blond hair falls in his eyes, also.]
<Togo> ... although you've either done a whole lotta work on your pecs, or 
you've got tits.
<Brett> [Togo's voice is also more feminine.  And he's got boobs, too.  Pretty 
big, though not as huge as the ones on the woman in the bed across from him.]
* Herman stares at... her... breasts before she looks up at Togo. "Who I am is 
that obvious, huh?"
<Herman> How 'bout you?
<Brett> [In fact, Togo realizes, he's yet again staring at Sarah Fallsworth.]
<Togo> Your fiancee, if I'm remembering that cleavage right. And it's pretty 
hard to forget. *pauses* Aw, motherfucker. I've got tits too.
<Brett> [Herman sees a very pretty Japanese woman in her early thirties, with 
shoulder-length black hair and silver eyes.]
* Herman licks her lips before she says, "You sure, too." Pause. "I'm Sarah? 
Fuck." She gets to her feet and scrambles for the bathroom so she can see 
herself.
<Togo> ... and I can see. Holy fucking shit.
<Herman> Does this mean I have to learn to pee sitting down?  Shit.  I hope... 
oh, you're Togo then.
* Togo follows Herman into the bathroom, and looks into the mirror. "I have 
eyes. They're silver, but I have eyes." *pauses* "And tits." *looks down shirt* 
"Damn nice tits."
* Herman waves one hand and chants a word in Latin.
<Togo> And I'm... Japanese? Odd. *pauses; looks down shirt again; whistles 
appreciatively*
* Herman frowns a little, tries again, and then reaches for the light switch and 
flicks it on.
* Herman looks at herself in the mirror.
<Brett> [Herman is hawt.]
<Brett> [Whoever Togo is is hawt, too.]
<Brett> [Which one's hawter is debatable.]
* Herman rubs at her eyes, then tucks an annoying, blond lock of hair behind her 
ear. She walks back into the room. "A hotel room. Got it." She heads straight 
for the phone.
<Herman> Togo, stop looking down your shirt and try to find something that tells 
you who you are.
<Brett> [There's a phone there.]
* Herman picks up the headset and dials her own number. Herman's number. Right.
* Togo looks to see if s/he's wearing pants. If so, is there a wallet inside?
<Brett> [Togo is wearing panties.]
<Brett> [Herman gets no answer! Unless he has an answering machine.]
<Togo> ... hmm. *goes to look for his wallet/pants*
* Herman frowns. She hangs up on herself and tries again.
<Brett> [Togo finds a wallet on a table near his bed.  A pair of jeans is laying 
over the back of a chair, as well.]
* Togo checks the wallet!
<Brett> [Herman gets the same result.]
* Herman slams the phone down and waves her hand, saying another word in Latin. 
When nothing happens, she slumps onto the bed, putting her head in her hands. 
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
<Brett> [Togo, meanwhile, finds a good deal of Japanese yen, but only a few 
English pounds worth of money.  He also finds an ID card with his new face. The 
name is simply: "Mariah".  There's also a cop badge in there, reading Interpol: 
Special Investigations Unit.]
<Togo> Interpol. Great. I can wipe my ass with an Interpol ID, but that's about 
it. 
<Togo> Apparently, my name's Mariah. *puts on pants*
* Herman rubs at her eyes with her hands. "Interpol. That's... great." She looks 
for something that tells her what hotel they're in. "My name's Sarah Fallsworth, 
and I'll bet anything we're in the Hilltown Hotel, room 1042."
<Brett> [Togo also notices something else on the table: A strange-looking, tight 
fitting suit that's just about her size. She could probably hide it under her 
clothes.]
<Togo> ... and I wear spandex. Fucking perfect. If this thing has a bright red 
'S' on the chest, I'm gonna scream.
* Togo mutters as he walks into the bathroom to put on his spandex suit under 
his clothes.
* Herman asks, distractedly, "You know how to put on a bra, Togo?"
<Brett> [It's skin tight, as though custom fit for Togo's body's form.]
<Brett> ( Togo, gimme a.... military science (equipment) roll )
<Herman> (I assume I'm wearing a nightgown, first, and second, I'm right about 
the hotel we're in, right?)
<Brett> [And Herman finds that, yes, they're in the Hilltown Hotel.]
<Brett> ( And yes. )
* Herman rubs at her forehead, then she starts looking for some clothes to pull 
on. She'll learn how to put on a bra herself, because God knows Sarah's breasts 
need one.
* Togo calls out the door. "I know how to take one off, so I can figure out how 
to put one on."
<Brett> [Herman finds only Sarah's wizard clothes.]
<Brett> [Her staff and other affects aren't there.]
* Herman holds them out, frowns a little, and then shrugs to herself. Better 
than nothing. She undresses and starts to pull on her clothes, fiddling with the 
bra.
<Herman> Okay, I figure we check the rooms next to ours.  If we can't find- 
dammit, why's this thing getting caught in my hair- If we can't find them, we go 
back to the library first.
<Togo> Find who? And what library? And tell me when you're decent. *pauses* Or, 
actually, tell me when you're indecent.
* Herman smirks and says, in a teasing, female voice, "I'm *always* indecent for 
you, Togo." She finally manages to finish clasping the bra and brushes her hair 
out of the way.
* Herman pulls on her panties and then the robe.
<Herman> The library we got sucked into the book from.  If we switched bodies 
with Sarah and her friends, then somewhere out there is a Herman who thinks 
she's me.  Or a Sarah who thinks- you know.
<Togo> There's something weird about this bodysuit... it's definitely not 
spandex, and I feel like I should recognize it. But I don't. *pauses* So there's 
some Japanese woman running around in my body, freaked out because she has no 
eyes?
* Herman pulls on her shoes, then finds her earrings and puts them on, too. 
That's not hard to figure out. She stands, wobbles. "I'm decent."
<Herman> Could be.
* Herman reaches into her... er, cleavage for some sort of wallet and 
identification.
<Brett> [Herman pulls out a wallet.]
* Herman is totally unsurprised and flips through it for ID (just 'cause) and 
anything else of interest.
* Togo steps out, now fully clothed. "This girl's in good shape, I'll tell you 
that much. Just by the way I'm moving."
<Brett> [Herman finds an ID card telling him that, yes, he is Sarah Fallsworth.  
And there's an Interpol badge, too.]
<Herman> That's good.  Seems Sarah's working for Interpol, too.
* Herman closes the wallet and tucks it back into her cleavage before turning to 
face Togo. She runs a hand through her hair. "So, ready to face the world?"
<Togo> If only because there's some poor girl out there who's having to be me.
<Herman> Yeah, sight's pretty cool.  But think of the cramps.
* Herman walks over to the door and opens it.
<Togo> Monthly cramps. NO EYES. Lemme think about that one. *smirks*
* Herman grins before walking out. Big bad world!
<Brett> [You walk out into a hotel suite.  There's three other rooms aside from 
the one you came out of.]
* Herman looks around at the other rooms, thinking about this. She shifts 
uncomfortably in her getup.
* Herman reaches into her cleavage and (more likely than not) pulls out some 
sort of watch, checking the time.
<Brett> [Herman finds a gold pocket watch.  The time is 5:42 p.m.  And Two other 
girls step out from the room next to yours.  Main chan!]