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[Days 1-5]
Shayera wakes up as Shayera Curtiss, freaks out about her wings, and does her level best to pretend to be someone she's not. She makes several 'unscheduled' stops that the socialite Shayera Curtiss never would.

She goes to the jail, she goes to the insane asylum, and she spends a considerable amount of time in Lowtown.

[Day 6]
Shayera's 'husband' has finally had enough. Shayera can blend in well enough, she's been trained as a spy: She is an excellent spy. However this particular period of time has extreme challenges for her, and she's not a very good housewife. She will put up a surprisingly good fight, but eventually be committed to the asylum.

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What? What are you talk-- [An experiment. This had to be an experiment. And she wasn't affected except for the wings? Unless... married? No. There was no way she'd be sleeping in a separate bed from - good grief, his hair was longer than hers.] --ing about.

[His book was swiftly shut and placed on his bedstand, and he rose from his bed - luckily wearing full pajamas - silky ones which complemented the extravagance of the bedroom. But he looked towards her with a sharp, analytical eye. Was there cause for concern?]

Are you feeling alright? I can call for a doctor. [If there's something wrong with her, finding a way to help her quickly and quietly would sound like the most efficient course for action. But perhaps it's just something odd that will could be passing soon. Either way, he's keeping his eye on her.]

[Shayera sat abruptly back down on the bed. She hadn't meant it to be so abrupt; her balance was still off. She felt sick, but she also felt weak, like her strength was gone. Her eyesight was different. And it felt like she could barely hear him.

Play it smart.]

No. I don't need a doctor.

[Her abrupt motion definitely caught his eye. He's not exactly at Batman-level with detective skills (despite his actual self being surprisingly close) but he's still quite perceptive. But he then looked away quickly as he grabbed some clothes that had been set up for him.]

Very well, then. Let me know if the situation changes. [She certainly seemed to be unwell in some way - but it still could just be something that's passing. So he'd trust her world, while continuing to make his own observations.] With that said, you should prepare yourself for breakfast. The kids should be waiting by now.

Kids?

[Kids.

She needed to calm down.]

[He raised an eyebrow. Was she really questioning the existence of their children?]

Yes, Shayera. Our children. Although, I suppose that they won't qualify as children for much longer. [He looks towards a recent-ish family photo that is placed on a desk between their beds.]

[This is wrong. This is so disgustingly wrong.

She stared at a picture of a life that was not hers and wanted to run, to fly, but she didn't have her wings and--

No. Find out more information first.]

No. [She stared at the picture and recognized some of them - the bakery girl at least.] Not for much longer.

[She hoped. How long did these things last? Was there an off switch anywhere?]

[He looks toward Shayera for a moment, as if pondering something, before he turns and strides towards the bathroom attached to the bedroom. He leaves the door ajar enough for his voice to travel through while he changes, although luckily for Shayera there is no direct view from the angle.]

Let's not keep them awaiting too long, in that case. As amusing as Adam's impatience can be when his stomach is howling... [He trails off into a soft laugh.]

[Shayera takes advantage of his absence - she doesn't even know his name - and rested her face in her hands. This was going to be difficult. She'd done hard things before, but this pushed all her buttons and for no apparent reason.

Adam.

That would be the 'son.']

[After a minute or so, Jade steps out, ready for breakfast. And he motions towards the bathroom.]

It's your turn.

[Considerate. Removed.

Ridiculous.]

Thank you.

[She stands, smooths down her nightgown, and walks a little unsteadily towards the bathroom. How did humans do this?]

[It's all part of the schedule. Hopefully, her odd outburst hasn't thrown them too much off.]

My pleasure.

[Jade says with teasing sarcasm. He then moves over to another side of the room and checks his shiny watch once he's put it on, then spending a moment checking his hair in the mirror while he awaits her.]

[Shayera is in the bathroom for far longer than she 'normally' would be. It was a shock to see herself without her wings. She looked so... human. And she felt so weak. Ugh. This had to change as soon as possible. But first she had to find out more information. Was there anyone else unaffected? Was there any way she could find the source of this? The clothes had an eerie resemblance to the Justice Friends, and of course that just made her think of mind control. But well... that wasn't a usual thing for this kind of experiment. She'd have to see how far spread it was. She had to get out of here.

She exited the bathroom and headed towards what she assumed was her closet.]

[Jade raises an eyebrow at her choice in closets.]

Is there something you need from my closet?

[At least the process of deduction means the only other closet must be hers.]

[Shayera mentally curses.]

Do you have any heavy, blunt objects? I'd like to hit myself over the head with one.

[She carefully closes the closet and heads in the other direction.]

[He gives an impressed whistle.]

Someone's certainly woken up on the wrong side of the bed. [But playful banter is always welcome.] I'm afraid that my medals of honor aren't quite heavy enough. But I'm sure that one of the maids will be more than happy to lend you an iron.

[Medals of honor. Maids. Eesh.

She opened up her own (own?) closet door and winced at the finery inside.]

Maybe I'll have to see about that. I feel like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

[The separate bed. Hmph. Still. Better to give an excuse for what she was sure would be odd behavior.]

Perhaps something as soft as breakfast can do the trick for that. [It's an excuse. But Jade can't just stave off this odd behavior so easily. Regardless of his thoughts, though, he keeps up a light tone that often is hard to tell whether or not is sarcastic.] I only hope that that the food comes out particularly hearty enough - it sounds like that side of the bed put up quite the battle, after all.

Do we usually have breakfast hard as an iron?

I suppose not. [He'll take it as a rhetorical question. And he muses on lightly.] And as long as we keep Adam from attempting breakfast instead of the cooks, it may just stay that way.

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