[Celeste had been eating breakfast with her roommate at dawn, chatting about nothing in particular when the sun rose over the mountain. She didn't even notice the sudden rush of power among the sudden rush of memory.
She'd spilled her coffee and had nearly fallen face-down in her cereal bow -- her roommate had made a save to keep her upright. For that matter, she hadn't heard her name… at least not as hers.
That actually scared her. Deep down, Celeste had suspected that one reason she couldn't fully remember being Urania -- or Layla, Pacal, Viola or Estelle -- was because she was afraid of surrendering who Celeste was to some goddess. That divinity and who knew how many centuries of memories would overwrite two decades that were hers dammit.
She had classes, and work, and couldn't leave those. She had to tell her roommate something, since she'd seen the transformation, dammit all, but she hoped she could pass the new hair, the new clothing, the… whatever it was, aura that caused people to stare at her and notice -- as some kind of new look.
She hadn't counted on the fact it wasn't just her. The other grad students, the undergrads… even the faculty just gave her a look when she tried to explain things. She didn't get it until someone told her to log onto CNN.
"Jesus Haploid Christ," she muttered. Somehow being a god herself didn't make the oath any weirder than when she was an atheist. "Don't you guys know the meaning of the word 'subtlety'?" Evidently not -- then again, suddenly-personal memories made it clear that yeah, this was to be expected.
In the end, she'd just repeated the same thing: 'I'm still trying to figure this out'. Which she was. She printed off a Spiderman meme while she thought: it wasn't like there was many people around to complain about using the color printer for personal things. 'With great power, comes great responsibility.'
She'd also changed her computer wallpaper to the emblem of Barbara Gordon. Somehow 'Oracle' seemed like an appropriate theme. ]