Head to the museum

Not really sure whether you would find a suitable disguise just around town, you decide that heading to somewhere that was frequented by many people would be your best bet. The concert would probably have more people to mingle with but it would be an absolute mess, filled with awkward teens and large crowds. It would be difficult to zap someone inconspicuously there.

You decide to go to the museum. You enter with trepidation, a famous art collection filled with Monet and other artists who you know nothing about. The coffee hasn't calmed your nerves in the way you had hoped. The fact that you are being **** to look for someone's life to hide in isn't exactly a soothing thought.

There's a solemn quiet in the museum. Normally the place is filled with kids running around giggling and pointing at giant dinosaur skeletons and other exhibits but the art collection has attracted a different kind of crowd. A number of distinguished guests have come for the grand opening of this multimillion dollar art display and you feel completely out of place in your Lucy skin and college sweater.

Rich socialites and other upper class snobs give you odd glares as you walk around, trying futilely to blend in with the crowd. Maybe the concert would have been a better choice and it's no wonder the entrance guard gave you an odd look as you walked in.

While pretending to admire the artwork, you notice a stunning woman who gives you a strange little smile. Unlike the other people who have either ignored you or turned up their noses at you, she gives you a knowing smile and approaches you.

" 'allo," she says in a lilting French accent, "Here to admire the artwork?"

You nod meekly, curious but also suspicious of this beautiful woman who has approached you. She is dressed in a midnight blue cocktail dress which accents her curves in all the right ways and has topped it off with a black bolero jacket and high heels. Her long dark brown hair is carefully accented with light reds and oranges and her piercing green eyes look like they're staring into your very soul.

You introduce yourself as Lucy Binder and she tells you her name is Gabrielle Rieu, an exchange student from France. She explains that she's seen you in some of her sociology classes which of course, you have no recognition of because the brown pen does not give any memories, and she wanted to introduce herself as her night thus far had been a non-stop flow of young rich males hitting on her and uncultured socialites who shunned her for actually turning up for the art. The two of you hit it off, and you somehow manage to fudge your way through facts that Lucy should know about.

*****

It has been about half an hour since you started talking and it feels like you two are friends now. Gabrielle excuses herself to go to the bathroom and you follow her, saying you need to use the loo as well. The bathroom is surprisingly empty and you quietly lock it behind yourself. Although she has been kind and friendly towards you, you know what you have to do. Just as she's about to enter a stall, you pull out the black pen and whisper a quiet apology before zapping her into a pile of skin and clothes.

As you gaze upon the skin in your hands, you contemplate what to do.