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[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Motel Room and the Local Neighborhood
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Lia [@Write][/i]
[i][u]Mentions of[/u]: The Squad[/i][/center]

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Tish watched as the members of the squad milled about and prepared for the day. Lia was the busiest one, flying across the room to get this and that before she had to head out on her shift to clean rooms. The shifter nibbled a corner of her granola bar off, savoring each bite as she stared out the window. The sun looked bright and warm in the sky, despite it being January. The Californian climate was much different from New York, it already felt like early spring here, while they had left a city blanketed in snow just a few days ago.

[color=orangered]”You’re heading out too, right?”[/color] Ophelia addressed her, breaking Tish out of her gazing stare. The ginger girl seemed to be unknowingly focused on her hair, causing Tish to smooth out her bangs self-consciously. Shit, she must have looked like a real goof, she didn’t even think to look in the mirror before joining the group out here. 

[color=seagreen]”Uhh, yeah. I was going to head out out and see if I can find some work and maybe get to enjoying this weather.”[/color] Tish scanned the small crowd and half-frowned [color=seagreen]”I mean, at least one of us had to… sorry guys, shifter privilege?”[/color] she said with an awkward laugh/sigh. She felt bad, honestly, she wished they could leave the stuffy motel room too! If she could shift them all, she would, but that isn't how it worked.

Lia addressed everyone else then, telling them to stay safe. Tish gave the obligatory eye roll, followed by, [color=seagreen]”They're going to be fine, Mama Bear.”[/color] She finished the rest of her breakfast snack and tossed the wrapper in the trash.

[color=orangered]“I think you’re going to like my surprise Tish.”[/color] Lia said, catching her before she headed into the bedroom to change into her new self for the day.  Tish raised a shapely brow at the redhead, obviously intrigued. When she remarked that it had [i]’pizazz’[/i]  with a cheesy smile, Tish chuckled. 

[color=seagreen]”Knowing you, that means we’re probably playing bingo like old folks or something.”[/color] she jibed playfully, but she really was looking forward to whatever break from the usual they would have tonight. Tish wondered what the special occasion might be.

When Lia left, Tish took over the bathroom to change her clothes and perfect her appearance for the day. Today, she would be a 14-year old boy and she would go from house to house offering to mow people's lawns for cash. It wouldn't rake in much, but it was something ordinary, cute even, and it would leave her relatively unnoticed. Just a neighborhood kid looking to make a buck off the elderly, and maybe snag a homemade cookie or two in the process. 

First, Tish looked at herself in the mirror. She closed her eyes and focused on the image in her head, just like her father told her to. [i]”Clay. Imagine that your body is clay, and you are a potter. You can create anything out of yourself, all you have to do is see it in here.”[/i] he had said, punctuating the last sentence by poking a finger to her temple. It was a better time then, when she was 5 years old, still innocent in her ignorance. 

Regardless who he turned out to be, her father's lesson held true and when Tish opened her eyes a new face stared back at her. His hair was the color of wet sand and a speckling of freckles dusted his cheeks. Tish even gave his skin a rose hue to really sell the point that he spent a lot of time in the sun. Her height and weight hadn’t changed all that much, she was only a few inches shorter, but her biceps and shoulders were a bit more broad and defined now. She threw on a cotton t-shirt and basketball shorts that she had picked up at a thrift shop, before walking back out into the hotel room.

[color=seagreen]“Who do I look like today, Glo?”[/color] Tish asked and did a full turn for the photographer. [color=seagreen]”Joey? Hector? Keith?”[/color] she tossed out the first few names that came to mind. Once she’d been given her pseudonym, Tish headed out to work the day away, keeping in mind that she should get home in time to shower before whatever Lia’s ‘surprise’ was.