xp_logs | Angelo, Rachel and Nathan, Monday morning

Angelo decides to get on with life as normal, including work. Her new appearance is more of a shock to some than others.

Angelo had decided, after brief thought, that she was not going to let this... bizarreness... get in the way of things being as normal as possible. It was hardly the weirdest thing that had happened to anyone here, after all. So she walked into the boathouse on Monday morning as if nothing was out of the ordinary at all.

"Ange! Ange, Ange..." Rachel stumbled to a stop, sitting down hard and gazing up, shocked, at the unfamiliar person who had just walked into the boathouse. "... Ange?"

"You know it's me, Ray", she said, bending down to scoop the little girl up as easily as ever. "Just don't look the same as usual today."

"Ange?" Rachel frowned and poked at her face experimentally, as if checking to see whether it was a mask. Her mind brushed against Angelo's almost tentatively, and the frown deepened. "Why?

She held still, letting Rachel satisfy herself. The only answer was a rueful shrug. "It's not for always, promise. Just for a week." She couldn't figure out how to begin explaining Paul's actions to a toddler.

"Go back," was Rachel's insistent reply. She poked her in the nose, then scowled, her features settling into a pout.

"I would if I could, chiquita." She sighed at the scowl, then pulled a face. "Gotta live with it until it wears off."

The exaggerated face got a chortle from Rachel, and she reached out and tugged lightly at Angelo's hair. "Funny."

"Ray, no hair-pulling," was the reply from her father, who reached the bottom of the stairs and raised an eyebrow at the two of them. "Well," Nathan said to Angelo, wryly. "I see you found clothes that fit."

"Yeah, they're borrowed", she said casually, shifting the little girl away from her hair without putting her down. "Seems I lost an inch or two on top of everythin' else."

"How's Amanda handling things?"

"She doesn't know yet." She offered a wry grin. "I'll go see her tonight an' explain... but I think she'll probably be okay. 's not like it's permanent, after all."

"Mmm." Nathan tilted his head, studying Angelo for a moment, and then shrugged, smiling wryly. "You 'feel' the same to me. Her Eminence will come to that same conclusion shortly."

Rachel's scowl was indeed diminishing. "Ange," she said more thoughtfully.

"Yeah, Ray", she confirmed, smiling crookedly down at her. "I told you that already. Still me in here."

"So, you're all right?" Nathan asked more casually, heading over to the coffeemaker. "Feeling okay, I mean... I wasn't clear on just what this transition's effects were."

"Nothin' physical, apart from the obvious. I mean, no damage. Took some gettin' used to, but that'd passed after the first few hours."

"That's good. Coffee?"

Angelo blinked at him, then laughed. "When'd I ever turn down coffee?"