[indent][b][u]February 7th, 1:15 PM
Asterion Dorm, University of Poseidonis, Atlantis[/u][/b][/indent]

The first week of classes hadn’t quite been what Karen had expected, based on her experiences from high school. Whereas she had been expected to shut up, listen, and write at her old school; here they expected all the students to actively participate in the class. Share their thoughts and opinions on the subjects being discussed, even perhaps offer their own insights.

It was strange.

Perhaps that was just how Atlantis was, however. At the very least, she seemed to be ahead of anyone else there in terms of magical knowledge, when it came to the students, anyway. She got the impression that her professor of magitech engineering had taken a particular liking to her.

Now laying back on her bed with a book magically suspended over her face, she calmly turned the page with a quick jerk of her eyes. It really wasn’t all that interesting—just cheesy chicklit, the kind she hadn’t read in over eight months. The kind she had always enjoyed. She figured reading it would help her get more in touch with her usual self.

Ophelia woke up in her own room, which surprised and pleased her. The only thing she didn’t like about passing out after drinking was that she never knew if she’d wake up in the right place. Actually, that wasn’t the only thing, her pounding head reminded her of another downfall. She groaned and pulled herself out of bed.

Shuffling over to the bathroom and taking a look in the mirror revealed she was still wearing the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e5/fc/5c/e5fc5c99a8db4233855ab8c5da85eddf.jpg]dress[/url] she’d worn last night, though she’d lost her shoes somewhere. She squinted at her face in the mirror, at least she’d had the sense to wash her face last night. 

After a quick shower, Ophelia stood in the doorway of Karen’s room and leaned against the frame, hair wrapped in a towel, and her body wrapped in another. 

[color=fff79a]”God. Do you know what time I got in last night?”[/color] she asked.

Karen glanced up from her book, relieved at the sight of the now clean Ophelia. She was starting to tire of the smell of booze. [color=orchid]”I was eating breakfast when you wandered in, so...probably around seven-thirty?”[/color]

[color=fff79a]”Oh….”[/color] She mumbled. [color=fff79a]”You’d think I’d remember that.”[/color] Ophelia came in and sat on the edge of Karen’s bed. 

Karen tilted her head at Ophelia for a moment, waving her hand to send the book over to her nightstand. Dressed in a [url=https://i.imgur.com/xBS0hZX.jpg]simple green shirt, blue jeans, and black boots[/url], her sense of fashion was rather mundane in comparison to the rather flamboyant girl sitting across from her.

[color=orchid]”Memory loss is a good sign that you probably drank too much last night,[/color] said Karen, now sitting cross legged on the bed. [color=orchid]”You ought to take better care of yourself.”[/color]

Ophelia rubbed her temples. It’s not as if she had intended on getting so drunk, technically she never even bought a drink. She tried to remember the series of events that led her to stumbling into the dorm at seven thirty. [color=fff79a]”I remember perfectly.”[/color] She lied.

 [color=fff79a]”I went out and met a group of Spanish gentlemen at a club and they invited me I think to a more exclusive place down the street… Or there was something special about it. It was pink inside, like the lights. Then we all met a wealthy fellow who was throwing an after party at his penthouse off campus. It just starts to get hazy after I got handed maybe the tenth drink? Or maybe twelfth? I think I took some pills, but the fellow told me they were vitamins, and they didn’t look suspicious. I might have thrown up in his tiny tree. Bonsai? I think there was a cat somewhere. And someone throwing a bible? Oh it’s all a blur. I should find my phone.” [/color] She sighed, letting herself fall back to lay on the foot of the bed perpendicular to Karen. 

[color=orchid]”Wait, are you saying you were [i]drugged?”[/i][/color] asked Karen, her eyes widening as she leaned forward in concern. Seriously, who gives a girl [i]vitamins[/i] at a party? Only, like, nobody. [color=orchid]”Did you get any of their names? Or rather, do you [i]remember[/i] any of them?”[/color]

While it’s true that she had agreed to attend college to get [i]away[/i] from the hero life for a bit, girls being drugged on campus was something she wasn’t about to ignore.

[color=fff79a]”Oh, well they didn’t drug me if I took it willingly. And I feel well enough other than the hangover. He may not have said vitamins, but he said it would be good for me… I think. And it looked like a vitamin if I remember.”[/color] Ophelia argued, rubbing her temples again and closing her eyes.

Maybe she should be more careful when she went out. She maybe had a false sense of security, knowing that she could escape almost any situation the moment she didn’t like it anymore. She never really had to worry too much about most of the dangers associated with partying or going out, but obviously she could afford to exercise a little more caution, and perhaps a lot more moderation. 

[color=fff79a]”Here’s an idea.”[/color] She proclaimed. [color=fff79a]”Tonight, you come with me. And by idea I mean that it’s happening. Please?”[/color] 

She rolled to her side to look up at Karen and gave her the best puppy-dog eye look she had in her repertoire.

Karen folded her arms and frowned as she considered the implications of everything she had just been told by her roommate. [color=orchid]”Were there other girls besides you at that party? And were they also given those ‘vitamins’?”[/color]

[color=fff79a]”Of course, but I don’t think I could recognize any of them. And I’m not sure, unfortunately my recollection isn’t entirely reliable.” [/color]

Karen’s frown deepened. She could feel a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. Everything about this just sounded really sketch. [color=orchid]”Fine, I’ll go; but not to party—I want to check out these ‘vitamins’ for myself.”[/color]

Malcolm probably wouldn’t be too happy that she was already getting involved in some potential campus frat boy conspiracy, but if there was some group of guys out there drugging college girls, then she couldn’t just ignore it. What decent person could? Still, if possible, she would try and resolve this without transforming.

Hopefully her little brother wouldn’t mind her borrowing some of his equipment in order to analyze the ‘vitamins’ once she had a few.

Ophelia rolled her eyes [color=fff79a]“Well, you’ll have to spend at least some of the time dancing with me.”[/color] She said with a smile. 

[color=fff79a]”Do you have something to wear?”[/color]

Karen glanced over to the jacket slumped over a nearby chair, before looking back at Ophelia. [color=orchid]”Is there something wrong with what I have on now?”[/color]

Ophelia couldn’t help but laugh a bit, [color=fff79a]”Not if we are going to a party in a Macy’s parking lot. I’m joking, the jeans look amazing on you, but I want to see you in something that shows off what a [i]body[/i] you have. Show a little skin, something that’ll turn a couple heads.”[/color] She said and winked at her. 

[color=fff79a]”I’ll go check my closet and grab some good options!”[/color] She stood up as quickly as she could manage, her excitement nearly overriding her headache, and went to her room, closing the door.

Of course, she didn’t [i]actually[/i] keep her clothes in her closet. Firstly, the simply wouldn’t fit, and secondly, honestly what a hassle. She had spent a little time decorating her room to look like she lived in it, but most of her things she kept in her [i]other[/i] closet. 

With a blink she was there. Over the years she had decorated her Closet with furniture and rare pieces of art. There were bookshelves and paintings and sculptures along the edges of the space, and a seating area with a marble coffee table and a gold velvet duvan with matching armchairs. She also had a four poster bed towards one end, with glass end tables and a dainty but ornate glass vanity nearby. But her most prized items in her closet were the racks and racks of clothes. They all glittered and shined in their rows. She’d meticulously sorted them by brand, color, and style, in order to find them easily when she needed a quick outfit change, and it didn’t take her long to find exactly what she was looking for. 

Another blink later and she was back in her dorm room having exchanged the towel for a fur coat, arms full of dresses. She carried them over to Karen’s room and dumped them on the bed. 

[color=fff79a]"Take your pick!”[/color]

Karen’s eyes swept over the assortment of expensive looking dresses, each being far more extravagant than anything she would’ve normally chosen to wear. And considerably more revealing, not to mention. Glancing up at Ophelia for a moment, she scratched the side of her cheek.

[color=orchid]”I’m pretty sure one of these used to be a pirate’s eyepatch,”[/color] she muttered, before picking out one of the more—relatively speaking—reasonable dresses. Taking it into the bathroom, she quickly undressed and set about the surprisingly arduous task of trying to squeeze her hips into the tight black dress.

[color=orchid]”Are you...sure….this...ugh…is going to fit?”[/color] Karen called out from the bathroom.

That’s when it happened.

[b]RIIIP![/b]

[color=orchid]”...Oh shit!”[/color] Karen gasped, the distinct sound of rustling being heard behind the bathroom door. [color=orchid]”Uh, I’m really sorry but, well…”[/color]

When the door swung open, Karen was once more wearing her normal clothes, but was now holding the little black dress, which sported a noticeable tear along the hips. [color=orchid]”I….don’t think this is going to work.”[/color]

Ophelia’s jaw dropped. [color=fff79a]“That… was a 2001 Dolce and Gabbana.”[/color] she took the dress back and looked like she might cry as she inspected the tear. 

That was it, there was no way she’d let Karen try on another dress and risk losing it as well. 

[color=fff79a]”We’re gonna have to go shopping.”[/color]