Room 317, All day Wednesday

[notmyownage]

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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[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notmyownage]

"Them," said Claudia darkly.

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

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

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.

[notmyownage]

"You're prematurely aging."

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

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"You're immature," Scully said very maturely. She glared upward, and then said, "I need your blood."

[notmyownage]

Claudia peered out from under the covers again, only her eyes visible. "Why? Are you a vampire?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notmyownage]

Claudia yanked her covers down.

"You're totally a vampire."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notmyownage]

"Braaaaains," agreed Claudia from under her covers.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Eat," Scully blurted, then paused.

"...right. That was unnerving."

[notmyownage]

Claudia peered out again. "I think the Massachusetts death flu is affecting your brain."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notmyownage]

"You might have gremlin poisoning," Claudia agreed. "Or poison gremlins."