2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

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Vette was... not looking so great. Wasn't feeling so great, either, but her response to the throbbing headache and the grey skin and the claws, beyond a frustrated screech, was mostly to decide that she needed to rend something with her... increasingly sharp teeth. Really, with the way her head was changing shape and the somewhat unexpected new dental situation, she was starting to look more like a Twi'lek male when she looked in the mirror, if not for the horror eyes situation, and the fact that her ear cones were remaining cones, hooray.

Anyway, the solution to today's frustration (it was even frustrating that she only felt frustrated, that she couldn't find it in her to panic about this, but at least she was able to think, wasn't necessarily having a repeat of the vampire situation and that hadn't been permanent) was clearly to go rummaging through the fridge, head-tails twitching angrily behind her, looking for the biggest, most raw-looking slab of meat she could find.

... An entire package of bologna would do. Nobody mind the snarling grey Twi'lek furiously gnawing her way through that while trying to find something she actually wanted to watch on the television this morning. Really.

[OOC: Open! I had to infect Vette, the game gives me a (nightmarish) companion customization that is perfect for today, how could I not?]

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Vette, meanwhile, had no issues with staring, looking at Sabine with a sort of silent intent, though it was difficult to tell just what she might be thinking by looking at those eyes of hers.

"Good morning," she replied, folding up a piece of bologna and then biting through it hungrily. "You're looking good."

Better than Vette, anyway!

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"I got a lot of sleep," she said, not sure what else to say to that. "How are you doing?"

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"Hungry," Vette replied, after a moment's thought. "Itchy? I think I'm itchy, but maybe I'm just angry at my skin, I haven't entirely decided which it is. Could be either. Maybe it's both."

She wanted to scratch, but her nails really weren't conducive to that anymore.

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"Itchy like an allergy?" They also affected her nails? And eyes?

Look, she was trying to narrow some things down.

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"Itchy like..." Vette frowned a little, looking down at her hands, lip curling again in frustration. "Ever want to just rip everything off and start over? Like you're crawling all over and the only thing that's right is what's in your head and even that feels off? This is like the vampire thing but backwards, like I have my mind but my skin is crawling away and going to take the rest with it. Maybe? Maybe."

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"That sounds terrible," Sabine said, frowning in sympathy. "There's got to be something we can do about it."

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"Well, I'm open to suggestions," Vette said.

In a tone that suggested that she didn't entirely care, one way or another. This was horrible. Okay. But... was it so bad?

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"Well, if this came from something here then there's got to be some antidote, right? Or at least some way to make it feel better," Sabine reasoned.

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"Like after I spent a week trying to eat people and then woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a hoverbus?"

... Made sense to Vette. Who really should have been more upset about the vampire thing too, in hindsight.

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"Yeah, only without the eating people, or the hoverbus feeling."

Sabine has not counted on this this week. It was supposed to be a normal week.

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Don't bank on the lack of people eating just yet, Sabine.

"Already felt a bit like I've been hit by a hoverbus anyway," Vette mused. "But the fever's gone. I think." Always hard to tell on a Twi'lek. "And the headache..."

She tilted her head just a tiny bit too far to one side.

"Well, that's not so bad."

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Oh, Vette, please don't turn your head like that ever again.

"All right, but the goal is to minimize or disappear the hoverbus, so that's the goal."

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"Seems like a good goal," Vette admitted, after a pause. "So... any idea how to do that? Because this hoverbus is just rolling right on to the station, here."

Were those mixed metaphors? Vette didn't know. She didn't have much experience with buses unless she was stealing them.

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"Not yet," Sabine admitted, "but I'll see what I can find. I'm sure there's something."

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"Let me know if you find something good?"

Yeaaah, by the time anything good came up, Vette would be in the woods, killing the heck out of the local wildlife and eating it raw. You know. As one does.