If there was any wiggling, it was unintentional and the woman watching said wiggling would have had to have been watching to have noticed any. Not that there was.

ManLori sighed. Great. She was stuck with wholly determined and stubborn idiots.

"There's a stash of clothes in a range of sizes and shapes in Venus' room. I'll grab something." Something uncouth, probably. When ManLori said various, she MEANT various. Venus entertained every shapes, size and... flavor of person.

Jacen. They had to be talking about Jacen. There were more full nulls, more adapteds, in this world. She knew that now, but there was only one that Mars knew. "If I knew where he was, I likely wouldn't be in this predicament at all. He's dropped off the grid. Flown the coop. Gone incognito... whatever." He didn't want her anymore and she sure as heck didn't need him.

Determination gripped her man-self. She would get her woman body back and make him sorry. Not make him pay. Make his sorry.

ManLori went straight for Venus' room, through the door with a mangled handle (they just didn't stay un-mangled for vary long with so many mischief makers around) and straight for the closet. If gas station girl and her body wanted to follow, so be it. ManLori was not, however, going to explain the large red lump under luxurious white silk sheets. Nor was she going to explain the mass of leather, chains and whips that were hanging from the headboard and ceiling.

Michael's body was quiet as a mouse and eventually returned from the closet victorious. Skinny jeans that fit (though they were a little small, Lori was a woman and that sensation wasn't strange to her) and a loose plaid shirt. ManLori had even managed to find some cowboy boots (though they were a bit too big) and a cowboy hat.

"Happy now? Let's go get our bodies swapped." Maybe Miss Cleo and the good folks at the psychic hotline could help?

Ranger question was answered the second time around. Apparently there was a stash of clothes in Venus' room, which the Ranger assumed was one of Mars' brothers...and he found it odd that a big red giant would share a name with the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility. Lenna then brought up finding the adapted Mars told them about, the one who could do a full nullification. If this predicament was caused by a mutant he was someone that would prove invaluable.

"If I knew where he was, I likely wouldn't be in this predicament at all. He's dropped off the grid. Flown the coop. Gone incognito... whatever."

Joy... Lori didn't know where the adapted was. So whatever possible lead they pursued, finding this adapted or looking into the muffin day, there would be plenty of footwork and human tracking required.

Lori then stood back up straight and made her way out of the bathroom. The Ranger moved out of his old body's way. S'he assumed she was making her way to Venus' room to procure some dry clothes and followed behind her until she reached the room and, taking hold of the crushed doorknob, made her way in. While Lori was gathering clothes the Ranger left Lenna to watch Lori and made his/her way to find Lori something to take. A little bit of searching cabinets and the like later and a bottle of aspirin and ibuprofen were found. Lori had asked for aspirin but the Ranger took the ibuprofen, it was his body until it became obvious there was no going back and ibuprofen was the drug he felt was better.

S/he made his female way back to Venus' room, ibuprofen bottle in hand. And s/he found a Lori who found some pants that were too small, a plaid shirt, cowboy boots, and cowboy hat. It seemed over the top in this city, and the jeans were just plain wrong.

"Happy now? Let's go get our bodies swapped."

It was good to hear Lori sound determined and ready to seek out a way to fix the problem. Perhaps this meant she wouldn't fly off again. S/he held out the ibuprofen for Lori and replied, "Yeah, though the pants are a little weird... An' here, some grunt candy."

Michael's body came out wearing... skinny jeans and a cowboy hat. Very Texan. Lenna could appreciate good boots.

It was time to discuss undoing the body-swap.

She looked ManLori in the eye. "Now, what did you say that Full-Null's name was?" Lenna asked curiously. She wouldn't drop that subject, now that it had come up. The brunette hadn't gotten much of an answer there. Full-Null was gone, had 'flown the coop'. She wanted to know more about him. If there were others like her, she wanted details. She wanted to know their faces, their names, even their damn shoe size.

Lenna crossed her arms. "As for figuring out who swapped them, Michael and I decided it would have to be someone you crossed paths with, who got you to put your guard down. Probably not someone at the big media-covered fight. We came up with..." A glance towards Lori's body. "Muffins."

Yeah. That had to come out sounding sillier than she'd thought.

"If he were in the state, I would take you to him. But he's not. Plan B time." End of story. Not negotiable.

And muffins? Really? "I did get a free muffin. A butt load, actually. Nabbed them from a peace rally." She seemed to think that was funny. "I doubt muffins turned me into a Michael." No, but the media coverage on the KP fight did get her thinking... some kind of mutant power or side effect of Haywire maybe?

"Did anyone think to get a blood sample? If it's a chemical switch like something you'd find in a muffin, there would be a trace, right?" Not that muffins or chemicals really made sense in this instance of mental transferral.

"I'd also like to postulate that every chemical wears off or has a counter balance. There is no venom without anti-venom." Not entirely true, but this wasn't a flesh-eating muffin they were hypothesizing about. It was a consciousness transferral one.

"And not to rain on your hope float parade or anything, but the fact that we've slept on it (no pun intended)..." She would totally have given herself a high five for that one if she were herself. Instead she motioned with her man hands in a placating manner. "Hey. I'm just throwing it out there. Doesn't seem entirely too much like it'll wear off on its own. Seems like we would have metabolized whatever it was by now. If it were a muffin. You know?"

Lori did not take the grunt candy that the Ranger offered, oh well she was the one who was having to deal with the headache and other problems his body was having due to the Rohypnol and alcohol combination. Speaking of adverse effects, Lori didn't seem to be suffering anterograde amnesia and hopefully that meant his body won't have serious gastrointestinal issues including vomiting for half a day.

The Ranger recalled his female hand with the offering of ibuprofen as Lenna brought up the topic of the full-null adapted. She obviously wasn't content with the previous information that he had dropped off the grid. Though he was out of the area now, if he were to come back having intel on someone like that could prove invaluable. Lori, provided no new information.

Next up, discussion of how the swap occurred. So the talk of muffins. Lori stated she nabbed a good deal of muffins from the rally. She then doubted the possibility of that being the cause and went off on about blood samples, chemicals, venom and anti-venom, etc. The Ranger was a shooter not a scientist. He had experience dealing with existing chemical weapons and the like, but most of that is without a full understanding of why his course of action works just that it is what is supposed to be done.

"And not to rain on your hope float parade or anything, but the fact that we've slept on it (no pun intended)..." The Ranger raised a female eyebrow and gave Lori in his body a glare, not funny. "Hey. I'm just throwing it out there. Doesn't seem entirely too much like it'll wear off on its own. Seems like we would have metabolized whatever it was by now. If it were a muffin. You know?"

"Something in the muffins that was fat soluble?"

No name. Not even the faint glimmer of hope the woman would give one to her. Lenna dropped it. No way Charge was ready to share that tidbit of info. It was a bit annoying, though. Here she was, trying to help them, and one lead was off-limits.

Lori wasn't even interested in wanting to know why Lenna was curious. The lady did not appear to have put two and two together, yet.

She was however, ready to share her muffin-stealing ways. So, she'd taken a whole bunch of them, hmm?

Lenna didn't comment on the scientific details Lori brought up. She was no Professor. She could arch an eyebrow at the sex joke, though. That, she got. Michael had been clear about that. They wouldn't talk about it. There was no reason to go there. It distracted from the main goal here, which was figuring out what had caused the body switch, and reversing it. If it lasted in the body longer... if it was fat soluble... whatever.

Hopefully, it all wore off.

"The least we can do is research that muffin man, right? If he's on the level, we'll know it was something else. If not..." She left that blank out there, for them to fill in. "However this switch works, we'll find out."

Fat soluble hmm? "That might do it." And if that were the case they could still get a sample from one of their own fine selves. Not that these gun toting macho chumps seemed to care for the science in the loving capacity that Lori did. Molecular science grew and changed and developed as one's understanding developed. There were still right answers and wrong answers in the physical sciences. None of this namby-pamby theoretical based on conjecture stuff physics was getting into these days.

Begrudgingly, ManLori gave FemmeMichael a point. She hadn't thought of different solubility solutions, only the most common. One last sigh for the road.

"Alright, if you ladies need a man to help you go rough up the muffin man, let's get on with it." She stuffed her man hands into her tight jeans, not an easy feat, and dragged her cowboy boots. Why did girls have to suck the fun out of everything?