♪ EXEC_03/. ♫

[fallbythesword]

[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.))

Comments

[grip_on_reality]

[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?

[fallbythesword]

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.]

[grip_on_reality]

[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]

[fallbythesword]

((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.

[grip_on_reality]

[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]

[fallbythesword]

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.

[grip_on_reality]

[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.