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2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

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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Mae'd had another awful nightmare last night, and the lack of actual restful sleep was giving her a migraine. She'd nap, but she wasn't about to risk another dream.

She was never going to look at tentacles again.

She wandered into the common room for something to snack on, blearily raising a hand in a wave to Vette as she walked by.

Then she stopped, suddenly much more alert, and slowly backed up to get a better look at Vette.

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Vette. How you doin'?"

She was really hoping she was still dreaming.

Funny thing about that. Vette's lekku were starting to sort of look a little bit more like tentacles than head-tails, weren't they?

"Fine," Vette snarled. Yes. With some actual snarl thrown in for good measure, apparently. "Never better."

... She was not.

Yep, Mae was definitely noticing that. Also the teeth.

Mostly the teeth.

"Uh huh. Glad to hear it. I was asking 'cause, you know, there's been some kinda bug going around."

Oh god, was Wayne getting claws too? What the hell was going on?

Vette's head canted to the side slightly, jerkily, a motion that was more animal than human, and didn't seem entirely animal, come to that, either.

"Yeah," she replied. "I've noticed."

She'd long ago mastered the art of throwing her head to toss her lekku over her shoulder to mimic human hair, even though they were prehensile and she was perfectly capable of just moving them to drape there on their own. Today, she didn't bother. One just seemed to slither, entirely of its own accord, to rest more comfortably over her shoulder, wrapping around her neck like a horrible, perpetually twitching scarf.

"Wow, that's really upsetting." Mae took three more steps back, suppressing a shudder. "I'm totally dreaming, right? I've been having the worst dreams, so obviously this is definitely one of them. I'm going to tell you about this when I wake up and you'll laugh and call me creepy and gross and then we'll get working on that zipline."

She was babbling. It was that or just make unhappy animal noises and go hide under her bed.

Sabine hadn't signed up for the games today but still fully intended to watch them, so she'd just stop in the common room and... definitely not stare at Vette.

"Good morning," she said, also definitely not sounding unsure about that.

"Are you normal?" Mae asked. "Or . . . healthy, I guess?"

Sabine didn't look like she was turning gray or growing claws, but Mae felt it was worth checking to be sure.

"As normal and healthy as usual," Sabine said, doing her best not to glance at Vette. "Are you?"

Mae nodded. "I mean, I've been having some fucked up dreams, but I have it on good authority that that's not the same as . . . this." Wayne had been very firm. If also turning gray. "What the fuck is this?"

You'd been here longer than she had, Sabine! Clearly you should have all the answers.

"I'm not sure." Sorry. "But at least whatever it is has to be temporary."

Granted, it was Wednesday, things changed on Monday, and this was happening inside the supposedly safe dorms.

Vette gave a low hum as she considered that. And then shrugged.

"You could be dreaming. Maybe you're not. Should I pinch you to be sure?"

You... probably didn't want to be pinched with those claws, Mae.

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!

Mae very much did not want to be pinched by those claws. Or possibly touched by a potentially contagious person at all. She considered herself fairly crust-friendly -- her town had plenty of crustpunks, and she thought they were fascinating more than dangerous -- but crusties were just dirty. Not . . . mutating.

"I'm good, thanks," Mae said, backing up again. "Sayyyyyyyy, you didn't happen to go to a hot tub party this week, did you?"

She was so glad right now to not be the kind of person who got invited to most parties.

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

"Yeeeeeeah," Mae said. "But this is, like, three days in. What the fuck is going to happen by day seven?"

"... Sure," Vette replied, and now her head was tilting the other way in that same, strange, unnatural jerking motion. Just a tiny bit too far. "Nina threw it. I couldn't sit out on a party thrown by my roommate, could I?"

You'd made the right call, Mae.

"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.

"One problem at a time," Sabine said. "Any idea what happened?"

She was going to have to relisten to radio instead of just having it on in the background, maybe.

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

Look, she was trying to narrow some things down.

"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."

"I would normally totally agree with you," Mae said. "About most things, actually, we really get along. But I'm pretty sure the hot spring was, like, radioactive or something. You should probably see a doctor."

"Vette and Wayne both went to the hot springs party," Mae offered. "And watery evil seems to be a general theme of the summer."

"... You figure?"

Huh. That was an option, wasn't it? Vette looked thoughtful for a few moments at that.

"I don't think this is radiation poisoning, though."

"Have you had radiation poisoning before?"

They'd been in a radioactive wasteland earlier in the summer, Mae wasn't putting a goddamn thing past this island.

"Nnnnnoooooo?"

Heck, even 'kinda puzzled' was a weirdly unnerving look on Vette's face right then.

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