[ York wakes to his watch chirping at him, which is... weird. Most of the people he knows here have left, and North's just in the next bed. If he needs something he can just reach over and give a shake. He smacks the button to answer and hears his best friend's voice, but only coming from the device... which makes him open his eyes properly, and get quite a surprise.

It's not just that he's in a totally different room, alone, which is something they're going to have to rectify for the rest of their time in this world, it's that what he can see of himself is wrong. The skin on his arms is tinged glittering gold, and when he pushes himself up and tosses the sheets back so are his legs, and it feels like he's sitting on something. He squirms to try and get what he thinks is tangled bedding out from under him as he answers North. ]

I'm in a different room than you, but hopefully we're still in the same place. Let me--

[ Whatever he was going to say, however, is cut off by a startled yelp as he gets out of bed and winds up with a handful of his own tail instead of a blanket. There's some soft distressed sounds coming from his end of the call, then a heavy sounding thunk as he walks straight into his door trying to phase through it to get outside and finds his powers not working. His Astoria-granted powers, anyway. ]

Ow, that--- what the fuck?! North? Something's real weird.

[ Guess who just discovered he also has horns... and is having rather a rough morning ]