Chloe had tried just about every procrastinatory trick in the book. She'd cleaned her room and wandered around the dorms and sent out e-mails, and at some point in the morning, she finally realized she couldn't put this off any more.

Her flight was scheduled for Friday evening. Today? She had to suck it up and pack to leave.

[Minor OCD below, for those who want to come by at a specific time. I'll be on slowplay at work throughout the day.]

The first thing Marty was aware of when he woke up was that he was in bed by himself.

Okay, that was actually the second thing Marty was aware of. The first thing was that he had breasts, and not the lovely pair attached to his girlfriend. The second thing was the fact that he was alone, and his third thought was the realization that he wasn't even in his own room.

He shot up out of bed and ran to the mirror, staring in shock at the tiny blonde image before him. "Sullivan?! What the hell?" he yelled, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Okay. Relax. This is all just a weird dream." He leaned in and smacked himself on the cheeks a few times, hoping to wake up. "Or maybe not."

There were a few moments where Marty wondered if it would be best to just go back to bed and hide until this was all over. But those thoughts passed, and after raiding Chloe's closet for the most conservative outfit he could find (really, it wasn't right for one person to own so much pink and lace), he stormed out of the room. First, he had to find Angela and make sure she was all right. Then, it was off to find a proper suit.

Chloe blinked a little sleepily, thankful that she hadn't had enough to drink the night before to wake up with a hangover. Waking up pleasantly sore? That was a different story, and from a much different source, she was reminded as she rolled over find Alec still in her bed. There may have been some quiet giggling after that.

[open to Alec whenever...stupid time zones.]