<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/iuhgqeI.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Seven (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333496)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 117<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Morgan, open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8 -<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>“Psychosomatic biological changes?” she asked without expecting a response as Morgan explained how she had to concentrate on her shape earlier. “A fixation in your mind at the time of the transformation may have had an influence on that very subject,” she suggested, implying maybe Morgan was thinking of girls at the time it happened in her own roundabout way.<br/><br/>Seven watched as Morgan changed coloration into a more ooze-like appearance and then collapsed into a small blob. It was a cute little form Seven admitted to herself despite her more intellectual approach to the situation. “Again, fascinating, I will have to study you at great lengths sometime,” Seven announced. “Are you…embarrassed? You don’t need to be,” she added with some measure of confusion on her face as Morgan suddenly covered herself up and spun back around.<br/><br/>“Oh yes,” she nodded in agreement as Ceri reminded them all of the other situation at hand, “it would be especially prudent to determine where it is we’ve ended up…and how hostile the area might be.”<br/>