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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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Initial sexswap: Night of March 25th, secret springs.
Shadow does love to relax, but crowds are not his thing. Does he really want to barge into the men's spring and chill with a bunch of younger peers? That would have been far too unlike him. Why would he ever think of doing that? How silly.

He doesn't even know how he finds his way to the nearly empty - if not entirely empty - spring a ways away from the others. The seeping heat burns, yet cools his skin in an odd mixture of steam and his own sweat. The enticing scent of nature hangs over the air, the boiling temperature heightening his senses and making the subtle aroma just that much more noticeable.

Deep inhalation...

... and heavy exhalation.

This is going to do just fine.

He slips inside, being careful to perch upon a rock so his head doesn't go under. (This is a pretty deep spring, more fit for a human than a hedgehog his size.) He feels mighty fine, albeit incredibly tingly, something he passes off as just the searing waters working their magic. He kind of doesn't notice the presence of somewhat more feminine features beginning to show themselves along his person as a result.

This is clearly bound to end well.

Sexswap: March 27th - 29th, unisex springs.
After Shadow finally decides to give up on hiding in his room for a long time, he manages to show himself at the unisex springs! Nothing at all suspicious, no, right? Given his feminine body isn't even that much of a change from his prior self - namely female genitals that can only be seen when in heat (which isn't about to happen, thankfully; no unwarranted yiff fests here, oh my goodness), sans very tiny breasts that are hardly noticeable anyway - he thinks he can get away without being caught. As long as he stays mostly submerged, he should be fine.

He's shoved into a corner of the springs, looking mighty irritated as he steers clear from the crowd around him. Like hell is he going back to those secluded springs. After what happened, he can't say he trusts them. What else but to be with these people, then? Pssh. What other choice does he have?

Whatever. He just hopes no one bothers him.

By that, I mean that he's totally open for bothering. The bait is out in the open, Smash folks. It's time to bite and get reeled into Crabbyland.

( first response to the initial gets dibs on witnessing shadow's freakout OH JOY. all others just get a grumpy femmehog stewing in the springs in either scenario. yep.

anyway, as it goes in the hotel log, respond with a scenario, any scenario. make sure you state which one in the title! i.e. "preswap," or, "sexswap, march 26th," or, "sexswap, 27th/28th/29th, (location)." this will avoid some possible confusion. C: )

Eggman arrived at the spring. Wearing a towel around his waist. And nothing else. And oh look, his alone time in the spring wasn't going to be so alone, not with this unwelcome company.

"Oh, look who it is. Someone I DIDN'T want to see tonight," he grumped.

Haha, oh, it's a good thing Eggman found this hedgehog in a fine mood. He would have either snapped at him, reeled at his distasteful lack of clothing, or both. Now, however, he couldn't care less. As long as he didn't get too into his peace, Shadow wasn't going to mind him much.

"Tsk," he sounded, leaning his head back against a stone behind him. Was that a faint smirk on his features? "I didn't expect such an unwelcoming reception from you, Doctor." Who peed in his Eggy-O's?

"Don't you take that unusually higher than normal tone with me!" Eggman demanded. Something was off though, he noticed. "Speak normally!"

Well, he knew this version of the good Doctor was off of his rocker, but now he was just imagining things. Shadow shook his head, asserting that, "No, I am speaking normally. I don't know what you're--"

Wait.

... His voice was a little higher, wasn't it?

"... talking... about...?"

What.

That's

That's not right.

Okay. Maybe he was just being affected from the steam or... or something. Perfectly logical explanation, yeah. He stood, trying to examine the area around him for anything else out of the ordinary, and...

His blood ran cold.

Breasts.

Very, very tiny little lumps, but they're breasts, indeed. There's no denying that.

Okay.

Okay...

He was seeing things, he had to be. This wasn't right.

Double-take.

Triple-take.

Quadruple-take.

They're still there.