Room 317, Thursday Morning

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The oatmeal bath last night had stopped the itching, a bit, but had done precisely nothing for Quinn's peace of mind. She woke up this morning feeling as if several large trucks had hit her in succession, then backed up and run over her again, just for fun.

She stumbled to the mirror to brush her teeth. Two classes today. Gotta get to them, gotta look good, gotta get through --

She was gray. Not pale and under the weather, not sickly and in need of some good concealer or a nap or chicken noodle soup: Gray. And when she blinked, as if that might fix it, she noticed her eyes were pitch black instead of their normal greenish hazel.

Panic jumped into her throat, scalding hot. She was mumbling to herself as she attacked her cosmetics drawer. A little more moisturizer, some heavy foundation, some eye drops and this would all go away.

It had to.

[OOC: cracked door, open post!]

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Puck hadn't exactly been feeling great for the last couple days, either, but he was chalking it up to the fact that he hadn't waited a full half hour between eating and swimming the other day, and he was like, ninety-nine percent sure it'd made him really sick.

Oh, Puck.

But today he'd decided he couldn't just deal with being sick on his own; not when he was gray. So he'd wandered to Quinn's room, wrapped in a blanket like that would somehow make this better. He didn't know!

"Quinn, I don't feel -- oh, shit, you're gray too."

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"Even after an inch of foundation," Quinn said, unhappily. She'd wiped the makeup off, deciding it wasn't helping. "Puck, I'm scared. I have a bump that I think might kind of be a tail."

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"I thought mine was a tumor," Puck said, reaching back to touch his own bump. "My eyes're black, Quinn. I...are we zombies?"

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"No." Quinn said, in her don't-be-ridiculous tone, whihc lasted about half a second. "I don't think so, anyhow. I don't want brains. I want..."

She couldn't put the hunger into words. "I don't know. But it isn't brains. Plus nothing bit me."

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"Me neither," Puck admitted, tugging his blanket around himself worriedly. "I feel...weird, though. Twitchy. Like I want...something. Like I itch, and I already do itch, but it's like an itch in my head."

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"Yesterday at work it felt like I was watching myself from outside my body," Quinn admitted with a nod. "Like I was me, but I wasn't me. And I'm jumping out of my skin and I don't know what to do, Puck."

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"It's not like cough syrup's going to make this better," Puck said, more distraught than he'd usually let on, especially in front of Quinn. "I mean, we could go to the clinic, but what're they going to do for us, anyway?"

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"We should run," Quinn plead. "Take my car and go across the causeway and get help from real, actual, normal doctors. They could at least pump us full of painkillers."

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"They'd think there's something wrong with us!" Puck protested. "We're gray and fucked up looking and sprouting tails. We'll get shoved in a lab or something."

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"If they tried we could -- we could rip their fucking heads off," Quinn said, almost as if she could picture it. Almost as if she would enjoy it. "I think I really truly could."

She slumped back on her bed. "I just feel like I can't stay here."

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Puck was vaguely aware that some part of him should have been at least mildly surprised that Quinn had dropped an F-bomb. But more importantly, the idea of ripping off someone's head lit up in him like a fire, his dark eyes widening at the prospect.

"We shouldn't have to stay here," Puck decided. "We're -- nothing's happening here. We can do better. And if anyone tries to stop us, you're right, we can rip their fucking heads off." His lip curled a little, unconsciously. "Same goes for everyone here, if they try anything with us, too." He paused, trying to subdue the urge that had flared up, and added, "I mean, if we have to. It's just...I feel like I could, too. More than usual."

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Hell, some part of Quinn was surprised she'd dropped the f-bomb. It wasn't exactly something she said every day.

It just wasn't important right then.

"They don't know how to help us here," Quinn said. "They're just idiots, they're weak and, and -- selfish, and weird, and -- it's what you said, we can do better." Agitated now, she scratched at a darker gray patch on one palm. "Or at least have more fun."

She wasn't even certain what she meant by that. Something with blood.

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"If we have to...be like this," and Puck wasn't sure that was such a bad thing right now, "we should be able to enjoy it. They think we're freaks here. They're weak, and stupid, and they can't fix it. So fuck 'em. We're fine without them."

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"Nobody here can do anything for us," Quinn agreed. "Should we go right now, or wait until morning?"

She hated to wait. At the same time, she was sure there was stuff she needed. Food. Another bath. And she was getting dizzy from her excitement.

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Puck shifted from foot to foot, also eager to get out. But.

"Tomorrow," he said with a nod. "No point in leaving unprepared."

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"Stay with me tonight?" Quinn requested, more needily than she normally would have shown. "And then tomorrow I'll make a post head out early, so nobody stops us."

Even if some part of her would be a little sad if she didn't get to rip anybody's head off.

[OOC: NIGHT.]