realityshifted | ♪ EXEC

[Jacqli appears, wearing only black underwear. Yep. Nothing else. Just black panties, and a black bra that isn't even hers. Why is she borrowing someone else's bra, you ask? Well. She's grown. ... A few cup sizes. ... Inexplicably. ... Yep. Hello, boobs.

She has no idea what to do with this. You probably wouldn't either if you'd gone from washboard to Oh My overnight. She's just standing where she's appeared - which is, of course, conveniently right in the middle of everything - staring down at herself with a scowl. Just what in the hell...?

Well, at least she's carrying her harmbody suit with her. It's draped over one shoulder. Maybe she's planning to get dressed...? Wait, this is Jacqli. Who knows what she's up to, especially when it comes to clothes (or lack thereof).]

What kind of experiment is this?!

[She groans, very carefully scratching at a teeny, red-tinted rash that's appeared right beneath her navel, though it's barely visible due to the tattoo-looking design it's over.]

And is this related...? Ugh. Whatever.

[Don't mind the short one. She's just fuming to herself.]

((OoC: Feel free to comment on said tattoo-looking Installer Port (image SFW - but pretend it's red), located on her stomach (Image pretty NSFW for, uh, Jacqli's favorite state of clothing, but not explicit). She's pretty sensitive about it though, so don't go poking it unless you want song magic in the face.))

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Or they're watching to see 'ow others react to it. [see, there was a point to her question about your state of dress, Jacqli. but for the moment she just has to take your word for it]

Too? [she rubs her nose, but she raises a curious eyebrow at that] Miwa, were you 'ere yesterday?

No. [she shakes her head] Like what marks things as alive, I think. I just see it from people and animals, and it's always different. [although she's surprised by the number of people who are red]

[like any time she starts talking about the energy, she focuses on Jacqli's aura. unconsciously, she's giving it a curious prod, trying to see what more she can learn from it]

Then why not have someone who already has big ones take off her shirt? For scientists, they're going about everything the hard way. [Grumble...]

Yes. I was. [She's putting two and two together as well, juuuust vaguely. There are still a few logic holes to fill in, but...] Detective, did you come across anyone that day who wasn't feeling well?

[That curious prod won't give away anything too specific, but then again, Jacqli is only straight to the point when it serves her to be so. What Menzies will find is ambition. Cunning. She'll also find intense creativity, and a desire for beautiful things - natural things, mind. Jacqli couldn't care less for materialistic beauty.

It's all muted, though. That bright red-orange is not as bright as it could be or should be, because it's being held back and guarded very close. She'll also pick up on why, too: humans. Humans... did something to her, something bad enough for her to label them collectively as untrustworthy until proven otherwise.]

[she would point out that Jacqli is probably beneficial to them since she might walk around without her shirt anyway, but she doesn't really see the need]

[she nods] I was in the bar with this other fella, Gabriel, and we both started sneezing. I've met a few other people who are sick, too. It can't be a coincidence.

Miwa... [she frowns as she falls into that sense of betrayal, her tone growing distant but also horrified] Are all humans so bad? Who exactly hurt you?

So something is being passed around the Plane. I wonder where it originated? I don't even mean Patient Zero - I just wonder if it's a sickness from here, or from some other world.

[Jacqli returns the frown.] Hm. Your new kind of sight comes with some added features. You probably don't want to see much more, detective. It won't be pretty, and I obviously can't keep it from you.

[She shrugs a shoulder, looking off to the side - not that it matters, since Menzies is blind, but... details. She speaks about it casually.] My creators hurt me. And all humans certainly aren't bad, but those that aren't are horribly drowned out by those who are. I have no problems with the exceptions, I just don't expect anyone to be an exception.

Did you see the blue "dust" or "pollen" that somebody named Rory apparently brought along with 'im yesterday?

Oh--! [Menzies is startled out of her train of thought by that comment. she sighs, closing her eyes briefly] That keeps 'appening. I'm not really even doing it on purpose. It's...odd. To say the least.

[if she's honest, it's also frightening. for a person with her level of self-control, it's shocking to have her mind seemingly going off on tangents of its own--particularly as, for some reason, she keeps finding herself vocalizing them]

[but now that she's seen that from Jacqli, she can't just let it drop] Ah. Fair enough. [far be it from her to judge someone who was tortured, after all] So...what exactly are you, Miwa?

[the question isn't judgmental--just pure curiosity]

Yes, I saw him walking into the bathhouse. I asked him to let me cast a cure for poison, just in case it was poisonous. [She narrows her eyes, thinking.] Pollen or dust... an allergic reaction, then. So that's why everyone's sneezing.

[She doesn't comment on Menzies' admission that she isn't doing it on purpose. Actually, she's curious as to why Menzies is vocalizing her observations. Wouldn't she want to keep it secret, at least somewhat...? Hm. Maybe it's part of the experiment.]

I'm a Reyvateil. A pureblooded beta-type, specifically. I'm connected to the Tower, in my world, and that allows me to use song magic.

[she blinks, surprised at such a simple explanation for their troubles. she's been assuming they're having a reaction to an alien element--probably with Plane intervention involved. could it be as simple as an allergy? or is that only part of it?] It could explain more than that. Wonder if there's anywhere we could get a sample...

[not that she could bring it to forensics in this state, but someone around here has to have that sort of access, right?]

Reyvateil. [normally she'd make a note of information like that, but unfortunately all she can do at the moment is nod and try to remember] So what does song magic do, then?

More than that? ... So, it could be related to... [But then she makes a face!] What kind of allergic reaction causes bigger breasts or life-sensing vision?!

[Sorry, might want to try asking that question again? She's a little. Um. Sidetracked.]

[ooc: Let's pretend I said Loki above rather than Gabriel because oops; she doesn't know his real name]

[her face almost mirrors Jacqli's] One being 'elped along by the Plane, maybe? Hard to say. I think a better question is, what do we do about it?

[she's distracted, too, so she lets it drop for the moment. solving this is more important]

((OoC: Okeydokey o/))

Cure the affliction? Are there cures for allergies in your world? In mine, we can only relieve the symptoms with tea, steam baths and rest.

[that suggestion is surprising; she was expecting it would require either advanced technology or another Plane game like those trials for apples]

You think it could be that easy? We've got medicine that 'elps with the symptoms. I even gave some to somebody 'ere. I wonder...

[she pauses thoughtfully. if it helped, she would say Morgana should have noticed by now, but considering she was hoping for the absence of sneezing, maybe not] Maybe I should check in with 'er. [she smirks faintly at the idea, eager to find out if they're really onto something]

I don't know if it's that easy, but it won't hurt to try. If nothing else, everyone will stop sneezing.

[She nods.] Maybe you should. I would be interested in knowing the results.

[she nods back, although her expression is wry] I'd 'ope it wouldn't. [because you never know with the Plane]

Let me find her, and I'll keep you in touch.

♪ EXEC_03/. ♫

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