first one who touches the ground loses

The boat people had returned to the island after midnight, betting on the pollen fading as Friday turned into Saturday. And apparently they'd been right to do so.

But Octavia was waking up to the feeling of something being... off, all the same. It was a weird sensation, niggling at her brain, as if she was laying in bed wrong, somehow. She opened her eyes, groggily.

And then she blinked a couple of times, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

[ooc: For thems that are here. ETA: And somewhat NSFW.]

Octavia should've expected this. And in a way, she had: hadn't she been saying that usually this hit the men for a couple of days, then the women at another time? Guess the guys' two days were up, now, because Octavia felt up feeling constrained by things that had fit her just fine when she'd gone to sleep.

She couldn't even really say she was surprised. Just annoyed. She could manage this body - it was considerably bigger, wider in the shoulders, flatter in places she wasn't used to being flat in - but it was an inconvenience. Just rolling out of bed felt different in subtle ways, and then there was the clothing issue, which she solved by padding very quietly (she knew Bel would help her, she knew, but -- she needed to handle this part herself) into the living room to rummage through the clean laundry until she found a pair of Bellamy's boxers and one of the t-shirts she'd already more or less stolen from him before.

Sufficiently clothed, for now, she headed into the kitchen. Her hands were bigger, and everything was slightly at a different height But she could still make breakfast. She was going to be fine.

[ooc: Mostly establishy, unless the bro wants in on the confusion]