Calliope and Granz had long shared an RC, for reasons that were frankly blatantly obvious to anyone who had known then for any length of time. They were almost inseparable, and it had sometimes been theorized that they were, in fact, both one person - although if that was true, someone would probably have to start investigating the less likely link between Tomash and Thoth, Just In Case.

On this particular afternoon, Cal was leaning her injured arm against the console (normally, it would be in her brace, but unfortunately, said brace was being replaced after a remarkably unfortunate series of events involving Sue-blood, a carton of bananas, half a pack of ramen, a tire iron, some peanut butter, and one of Lore's knives), waiting for Mikel to respond to a message she'd sent him. Granz was currently lying on his bed, fiddling with his phone, comfortably using Calliope's fursuit as a pillow. Really, there should have been two consoles so Granz could have one to use, but DoSAT hadn't gotten back to them, so they took turns on the one, and even that had a tendency to break down.

Which was why Calliope probably shouldn't have been quite so surprised when a spark jumped from the console to her wrist with a rather loud *BZZT* noise. The subsequent falling over, however, was an entirely appropriate reaction.

Granz jumped off the bed with exceptional speed, dashing the short distance almost instantly, speaking quite rapidly. "Are you hurt, did something happen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," said Cal. She frowned, flexing her injured wrist. Which appeared to... not be, anymore. And her voice sounded... different.

"...um," said Granz, having already realized what had happened. He turned a bright red.

"Darling..." The young man on the floor looked at Granz quizzically. He ran his fingers through his hair, frowning as it only went as far as his shoulders. Then, understanding dawned. "Ah," she - or rather, he - said. "We should..."

"Yeah," said Granz. He knew what Cal was talking about. He grabbed his phone and sent a call for repairs to DoSAT. He looked down at Cal. "You know... you're beautiful."

Cal looked down at himself. "I am aware of this... darling." That last word, while not an uncommon phrase for Cal, had a different intonation than usual. It was more... excited.

Granz bent down over Cal. He was flushed, and he also showed some... other signs of excitement. "How far do you want this to go?" he murmured huskily, tracing a line along Cal's chest.

Calliope gave the man atop him his best seductive look - well, he tried to: He really wasn't used to this body. Nonetheless, Granz found the result plenty appealing. "However far we want," Cal said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper similar to Granz's. He moved his hands up, along Granz's body, feeling the skin and the bones, the muscle and tissue, the softness and hardnesses, and finally coming to rest, gently caressing the nipples upon Granz's chest, eliciting a gasp from the man. Calliope leaned forward for a kiss and Granz gladly reciprocated, each tasting the other's mouth as their tongues dueled passionately. They did, after all, have plenty of time. DoSAT took ages to respond and a broken console wasn't high on their priority list.

Unfortunately, they hadn't taken the Ironic Overpower into account.

"DoSAT!" a voice squawked. "I have a report of a broken... ahhh..." The man who had just walked into the RC was of above average height, rather stocky - to put it charitably - and astonishingly pale. Mostly noticeably, he had head of an Ibis. This was rather fortunate for him: Ibises weren't capable of becoming flushed. Not visibly, anyways.

Calliope and Granz looked up. One of them was clearly more embarrassed than the other. "...Thoth?" said Calliope slowly, "Why are you...?"

Thoth - for it was Thoth - waved his hand. "Ypsi. Accident. I don't want to talk about it. Anyways, should I just... leave you to it?"

Calliope grinned mischievously. "...or..." he said, "we could make a little sandwich." Granz seemed to squirm a bit.

Thoth, after taking a moment to thank every known deity for the wonders of loose-fitting pants, gave the both of them his best attempt at a level stare. Which wasn't very good. "You're a very twisted person, Cal."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Cal responded in a singsong voice.

Thoth sighed. "In any case, let me know when you want me to fix things." He turned to go.

"Are you sure?" Cal asked.

"Why would I enjoy that?"

Cal gave him a level stare.

"B- T-THAT WAS DIFFERENT! AND ALSO A ONE TIME THING!" Thoth shouted - or rather tried to shout. It came out as more of a screech though the beak. The door closed behind him.

Cal and Granz began laughing as the door shut. "You're so evil!" Granz said.

Cal smiled at him. "I'm an angel, I swear! The horns are only there to keep the halo straight."

Granz leaned closer, pulling Calliope back into the kiss. Somewhere in HQ, Mikel finally tagged in, responding to Cal. But Cal was entirely too busy to care. And Thoth had just discovered that his RC was presently neighbors with the one Cal and Granz shared.

He had a creeping suspicion he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night, ibis head or no...