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Claudia Donovan ([personal profile] notmyownage) wrote2011-08-03 02:33 pm
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Room 317, All day Wednesday

Claudia wasn't getting out of bed today for love or money. She felt like death warmed over. Like even more death even more warmed over than when she was having her life slowly drained out of her by her connection to her brother's failed attempt at teleportation, and that was hard to do. Maybe she'd managed to electrocute herself a little while playing with the rock, after all.

So, since she'd clearly managed to catch creepy Massachusetts death flu or something, she decided she deserved to have a day of lying in bed.

Then she noticed the spots where her skin was going thick, gray, and scaly. Within minutes, she was calling Artie -- while still lying in a little cocoon of blankets hidden away from the world at large. So, you know, naturally she got his answering machine. Not even voicemail, an answering machine. It was like Artie was from the stone age.

"Hey, Artie, it's me. Do you know of an artifact out there that inflicts the heartbreak of psoriasis on people?"

Blame it on an artifact. The Warehouse's own Occam's razor.

[ooc: Door is closed, but the post is open!]
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"It's death flu. And you're older so it's your fault."

Or something.

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"You're younger so your immune system should fight it off. Nyah." Scully pounded weakly at Claudia's door with her hardened hands, then scowled. "Open up. Aspirin."
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"What did you call me?" See above, re: not getting out of bed for love or money. "Open it up yourself."

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Scully more fell into it, and then the floor, than opened it.

"Ha!"
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia poked her head out from under the covers.

"Hi."

Yeah, she was still talking into the phone.

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey." Scully was talking into hers. From the floor. She threw the aspirin overhand so it would land on the bed. "Pills. They're good for you."
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Meh," Claudia said. "That's just what they want you to think."

Why hello there, random paranoia.

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"They who?" Scully said, not getting up, shutting the door, or looking up. She was examining her own fingers now. The knuckles were looking particularly huge and crone-like.
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Them," said Claudia darkly.

Mostly, she just didn't feel like agreeing with anything anyone said right now.

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Scully grunted, rolled over, and crawled to the edge of the bed, sitting against it, and waving an arm. "This Death Flu is not pretty. But at least it's not prematurely aging."

Ugh, Norwegian shipwrecks.
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You're prematurely aging."

Yeah, that didn't make any sense on any level.

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"You're immature," Scully said very maturely. She glared upward, and then said, "I need your blood."
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia peered out from under the covers again, only her eyes visible. "Why? Are you a vampire?"

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Nooooo." Duh. "Even if Kate did try to bite me... I have to compare it to mine. Tomorrow. At the clinic. See if it's the same Massachusetts Death Flu. AND maybe which one of us gave it to the other." Ha! There you go? "Hmm. Needles. And beakers."
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia yanked her covers down.

"You're totally a vampire."

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Do I look like a vampire?" Scully demanded, pulling her lips back from her teeth. They weren't pointed. Yet. "I'm not a vampire! Maybe a zombie, though." She really was getting hungry.
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Braaaaains," agreed Claudia from under her covers.

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Eat," Scully blurted, then paused.

"...right. That was unnerving."
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia peered out again. "I think the Massachusetts death flu is affecting your brain."

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-08-04 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Possibly. Maybe," Scully allowed, then reached up to grab the bottle of aspirin, and dry-swallow about six at once. "I could be hallucinating. Like you would on gremlin venom."

Mmm. Gremlin. She wondered how those would taste.
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[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-08-04 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
"You might have gremlin poisoning," Claudia agreed. "Or poison gremlins."
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