he'll make his way to the medbay after; gregor's as covered as he can manage to be, in baggy sweats and an extra oversized hoodie with the hood pulled up and tied partially closed in an effort to obscure his face. it fits a little weird on him. it's fine.]
there's just some person here? io's helm is tossed off to the side on the desk and currently, there's someone sitting at the desk just taking furious notes inside of a journal, still wearing io's clothes so...? as gregor comes in, swaddled as he is, they will look up, revealing a pretty tired and gaunt face. 'sup. ]
Hey... [ slowly standing up with a grunt, prosthetic hitting the floor with a thunk. ] Come. Behind the partition. We'll take a look.
[ a gentle wave of the hand as the eyes tell him everything. a little shake of the head. ]
Hate it. A yoke I don't need in all of this.
[ if he gets in trouble, he gets in trouble. he'll take it. nudging the partitions for a bit of privacy in case someone like... comes in to get bandages or tape, they'll roll up the sleeves of their sweater. they examine what they can see of his eyes for the moment and then, serious: ]
gregor hesitates when prompted to take the hood off, but- he finally pulls it down, exposing insectile growths on one side of his face. bug features in the image.]
[ oh bugge. io's expression doesn't change so much as assesses exactly what's going on here. they don't touch, because insectile growths... are definitely a new one. and they don't really want to startle gregor out the gate or something. ]
Is this something that has happened to you? Back where you are from?
[ there's the soft sound of straw that crunches as io moves. ]
Do they hurt at all? Or... rather should they? Were this a normal circumstance... [ bc it ain't. ]
Shouldn't. I've... my body's reacted before. Stress, high emotion. Not like this, and not in a while.
[his procedure, unwanted as it was, didn't give him the same mutations and side effects as the rest. he shouldn't have these. his body's been more or less under control for a while, it can't...
[ i get killed by tiny bug appendages that's real that's real
but no, io will be careful. their touch is almost impossibly light considering they're pretty tall. there's another sound of rustling straw as they don't really seem phased by the wiggly parts.
thankfully for gregor... the effects of this week remain harmless, which is kind of nice, but they definitely startling and traumatizing so :) :) :) hateful. io remains careful, that's just their nature... ]
Seems docile enough. I think it may be just that... doesn't make it any better of course. Sounds like it was a bit of a scare...
[ yeah eunhyuk kind of traumatized us all with that. they allow gregor to put his little bugge leggies on his face back into the hood. io just sits on one of the cots, because its easier. their leg groans with a metallic noise. ]
Mmm, it is an understatement. Waking up like this was... a bit of a nightmare to begin with. Like a bad dream.
[ they pause and slowly reach up, unbuttoning the higher collar of their jacket. as they do, there's the sound of... sand. of cracking. underneath, is a human neck of course, and flesh that is splitting as though cracked, dried earth. beneath it, thin lines of blood. the jewel-like red of it glimmers in a thin line and then dries, fluttering away in flakes... into nothing, leaving their clothing unstained. straw and dry grasses emerge from the area, old stitches as though made from thread...
sometimes, you are a doll, perhaps. ]
Woke with something out of my worst dreams... disease I've been trying to cure... straw... inside me... I wasn't sure what to make of anything this morning.
So I understand the fear. [ quiet conviction, they look towards him with a level, but sunken gaze. ] I do believe this will subside, but to endure... it's exhausting. Isn't it.
[just as quiet. he's not staring, just taking in the sight; it's like corrosion, he thinks, but with only the body changing, rather than the mind being overtaken along with it. and arguably... that's worse.]
You're still yourself, but you're not. It's not the same. You know what you're supposed to see, when you look down, and you-- don't.
[you wake up in a nightmare. you wake up different. it never goes away.]
[ letting their hands drop, they just clasp them quietly between their knees. ]
You know what you are, but it makes you question who... or what precisely all of that entails.
[ unspoken: in the eyes of others, in the mirror, every window's reflection, it could be a mask, another actor waiting in the wings of the stage, what if you... aren't really yourself. ]
Covering up on a planet like this isn't so hard, at least. I suppose the only decent side to all of this is... I believe people here are more understanding than most.
[ THIS SHIP'S FULL OF FREAKS and they're all just as likely as the other to disappear. gives a very heavy-looking shrug. as they fasten the collar of their jacket back. ]
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Why is it
I get it's probably more of the same but what happened ]
This one's a real winner
You having some trouble with it? Need help?
Not that I can offer much for this one, I think.
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The others weren't like this.
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One week we were all biting one another last trip
So it's a toss-up what we get
Especially in severity... we never know until it happens.
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This wasn't supposed to be happening
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Do you want me to look at it?
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If it's due to what's affecting everyone
I won't get your hopes up
But let's see?
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I need to be sure that's all it is
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We'll see what we can do, Gregor
If anything you are not alone in this
[ and dutifully, they drop a little ping to the medbay. come bugge.
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he'll make his way to the medbay after; gregor's as covered as he can manage to be, in baggy sweats and an extra oversized hoodie with the hood pulled up and tied partially closed in an effort to obscure his face. it fits a little weird on him. it's fine.]
...hey.
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there's just some person here? io's helm is tossed off to the side on the desk and currently, there's someone sitting at the desk just taking furious notes inside of a journal, still wearing io's clothes so...? as gregor comes in, swaddled as he is, they will look up, revealing a pretty tired and gaunt face. 'sup. ]
Hey... [ slowly standing up with a grunt, prosthetic hitting the floor with a thunk. ] Come. Behind the partition. We'll take a look.
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[it's mostly just his glasses visible, but io can probably still tell he's looking that way. you good? this going to get you in trouble?
he does follow, though he doesn't immediately remove anything he's wearing.]
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Hate it. A yoke I don't need in all of this.
[ if he gets in trouble, he gets in trouble. he'll take it. nudging the partitions for a bit of privacy in case someone like... comes in to get bandages or tape, they'll roll up the sleeves of their sweater. they examine what they can see of his eyes for the moment and then, serious: ]
Hood first, perhaps? At your comfort.
[ bundled bugge........... ]
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[he'd hate it in his position too, after all.
gregor hesitates when prompted to take the hood off, but- he finally pulls it down, exposing insectile growths on one side of his face. bug features in the image.]
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Is this something that has happened to you? Back where you are from?
[ there's the soft sound of straw that crunches as io moves. ]
Do they hurt at all? Or... rather should they? Were this a normal circumstance... [ bc it ain't. ]
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[his procedure, unwanted as it was, didn't give him the same mutations and side effects as the rest. he shouldn't have these. his body's been more or less under control for a while, it can't...
he hopes it can't.]
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... With the effects we've encountered as of this morning, it's likely to be temporary.
May I touch the area? Briefly?
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[just... in case. he still remembers...
no, it won't be that again, it won't.
the little face bits Are wiggly, though, yeah. sorry io.]
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but no, io will be careful. their touch is almost impossibly light considering they're pretty tall. there's another sound of rustling straw as they don't really seem phased by the wiggly parts.
thankfully for gregor... the effects of this week remain harmless, which is kind of nice, but they definitely startling and traumatizing so :) :) :) hateful. io remains careful, that's just their nature... ]
Seems docile enough. I think it may be just that... doesn't make it any better of course. Sounds like it was a bit of a scare...
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[y'know, we might be Slightly on edge about people transforming and all! thanks eunhyuk! thanks.
after io's done, gregor pulls the hood back into place.]
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Mmm, it is an understatement. Waking up like this was... a bit of a nightmare to begin with. Like a bad dream.
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... and going a little still at that phrasing, for a moment.]
-yeah. Yeah, I get you. Leaves you wondering if you're gonna wake up.
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sometimes, you are a doll, perhaps. ]
Woke with something out of my worst dreams... disease I've been trying to cure... straw... inside me... I wasn't sure what to make of anything this morning.
So I understand the fear. [ quiet conviction, they look towards him with a level, but sunken gaze. ] I do believe this will subside, but to endure... it's exhausting. Isn't it.
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[just as quiet. he's not staring, just taking in the sight; it's like corrosion, he thinks, but with only the body changing, rather than the mind being overtaken along with it. and arguably... that's worse.]
You're still yourself, but you're not. It's not the same. You know what you're supposed to see, when you look down, and you-- don't.
[you wake up in a nightmare. you wake up different. it never goes away.]
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You know what you are, but it makes you question who... or what precisely all of that entails.
[ unspoken: in the eyes of others, in the mirror, every window's reflection, it could be a mask, another actor waiting in the wings of the stage, what if you... aren't really yourself. ]
Covering up on a planet like this isn't so hard, at least. I suppose the only decent side to all of this is... I believe people here are more understanding than most.
[ THIS SHIP'S FULL OF FREAKS and they're all just as likely as the other to disappear. gives a very heavy-looking shrug. as they fasten the collar of their jacket back. ]
... But if you need a break, you're welcome here.
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rattles my sleep self for tagging u without my awake self's knowledge somehow.
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