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[alterplex]

[ Brevity is a virtue of Venom's: he doesn't mince words when he throws his very concise, very curt statement up onto the network, staying pragmatic for the sake of time. It's a bit of a deviation from his standard to rely on text for communication, but he's in a bit of a bind right now. ]

Don't wander near West Leslie’s Fish Market and Creatatorium. It's one tourist trap you're gonna want to avoid.

[ He's absolutely not going to say that something fishy is going on because that pun is terrible, but it's implied. Heavily.

Actually, you know what, a picture is worth a thousand words: he sends a photo attachment approximating the area he's stumbled into, which he figures should speak for itself. A dim room with people strapped onto a bed, hooked up to suspicious-looking fluids; not exactly a vote of confidence cast in favor of this colony. ]

Try to exercise discretion.


(( OOC: this is a post to let people know about this plot right here! feel free to ask him about deets (he's still there, in this weird fishroom, texting and trying to figure out a gameplan), and feel free to drop in here to give him backup!

if you want to plot anything, go ahead and PM me or PP me at deuil as well! depending on what happens here, i'll be setting up a starter on the event log post— hit me up with anything and everything, peeps, i'm def here for all your input! ♥ ))

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[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse's pale face up close on the screen, dripping wet, with wide, horrified, purple eyes. ]

What the fuck--!

[ At least he manages to hiss this quietly, not exclaim loudly in horror. ]

[alterplex]

[ The video rolls in, and as much as the reaction is something Venom expects from Jesse (sorry man), the incongruous features on that familiar face are surprising.

Meaning, what the hell Jesse ]

Could say the same about you.

[ Translation, because text doesn't even begin to convey half of this: what did you do to yourself????? ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Dude, there's all those people strapped to beds with blood everywhere?! Of course Jesse is gonna react like this, bro!!

Still, he reads the reply, and instantly hisses back in a panic: ]

How the hell should I know, man?! I ate something purple, and the next thing I knew after yakking my guts up, I was a fish!

[ Well, not literally a fish. Or maybe, yes, literally a fish, just minus the fish anatomy part. Apart from the webbed hands. Which is kinda why he isn't texting. ]

[alterplex]

[ Purple. Jesus christ, purple.

After a minute or two of radio silence, Venom turns on his own video feed and swivels his MID over to the IV bags that the 'patients' on the beds are strapped to, revealing...

...the same sort of purple fluid, being dripped through the tubes into the subjects' veins. ]

This color?

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse is waiting so intently for a response, beginning to grow confused, worried at how long the silence stretches on for, that Jesse almost yelps out in fright when his MID alerts him of an incoming video feed.

He's opens his mouth to say something - and finds himself staring agape in growing horror at the scene being shown to him. It makes his skin crawl. His blazing purple eyes squint at the dimness of the image focusing on... Those purple eyes, almost exactly the same hue of purple in those tubes, widen again. ]

Yeah, holy shit, yeah. [ He's still keeping his voice low, but if he was speaking loudly, he'd be on the verge of shrieking. ]Yeah, that exact colour, yo! It was-- It was like a shrimp or something that I ate, 'cept it was purple, exactly that purple right there. I ate it, man, and then I turned into a fish, man! Look--!

[ Holding his shaky, dripping wet hand up to the MID camera. And then he's turning the MID shakily towards the side of his neck.

EDIT: ooc for reference! ]

[alterplex]

[ The pragmatic response to Jesse's presentation is to regard it as corroboration and confirmation that yes, this facility is turning humanoids into fish-humanoids, but reality isn't quite so cut-and-dry. As much as Venom is calm on a bad day, when the MID swivels back to his face, there's unmistakable urgency in the heavy furrow of his brows. Perhaps even a bit uncharacteristic, all things considered. ]

How long ago was this?

[ He's guessing long enough that effects have started to manifest, which isn't exactly ideal. ]

Keep yourself somewhere discreet. You're going to need to find a medic.

[heisenbitch]

[ Given how much Jesse has worked out that this guy has the emotional range of a teapot, seeing him look nervous only serves to make Jesse more nervous. This guy knows how to deal with shit, yo. And even he is disturbed. ]

What about those people, though?!

[ A webbed hand thrusting at the camera to gesture to grisly scene the guy had just shown him. ]

[alterplex]

I'm working on it.

[ Which means that he can't just Clark Kent his way out of here and Superman himself over to Jesse, no, as much as Jesse might need someone to ground him and keep him calm.

Despite his frown, Venom keeps his tone measured. ]

But I can send a medic your way.

[heisenbitch]

Screw sending a medic, man, we gotta help those people!

[alterplex]

'We'.

[ JESSE PLEASE LOOK AT YOURSELF ]

You're not doing anything in that condition.

[heisenbitch]

Those people're gonna wind up way worse than me if they stay hooked up to that shit, yo!

[alterplex]

You're not accounting for yourself in that scenario. If you see a medic and they find a way to reverse your condition, you'd be doing all of these people here a favor.

[ He closes his eye, takes a moment to gather his thoughts, and opens it again. ]

I'll get them out. You have yourself to worry about.

[heisenbitch]

Look, I can swim super fast, okay? Like, seriously fast. Almost speedboat fast. I can, like, come meet you and help you and then all of us can go see a medic.

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[curiousnotmalicious]

[ Her eyes go wide but she still speaks in a calm voice. ]

I'm guessing those aren't contacts.

[heisenbitch]

[ His eyes are also wide. Bewildered and wide. And purple. He's also still dripping wet. ]

They're still purple?!

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ She nods, silent for a moment. ]

I'm sure they'll go back to normal, just... Breathe. What happened?

[heisenbitch]

[ Breathe. Yeah, breathe. He's breathing, alright, through the gills on the both sides of his fucking neck?! ]

What's it look like has happened, yo?! I'm a freakin'--

[ He shoots a hand up to the MID camera. ]

I'm a freak!!

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ She puts a hand to her mouth, then lets it drop after a moment. ]

Okay, you're not a freak, you're just a little... Different from what you're used to. Shit. Maybe it can be fixed?

[ Yes, Dutch realizes how bad she is at comforting him right now. ]

[heisenbitch]

Fixed?! Does this look fixable to you?!

[ An emphatic thrust of his webbed hand into the camera. Then he's clawing at his soggy, sodden hoodie collar to expose his neck so she can see the breathing gills opening and shutting on his throat.

Maybe she's right, though. Maybe it'll wear off. Maybe once it's passed through his system, he'll return to normal and he can pretend this is just some crazy bad acid trip. ]

[curiousnotmalicious]

Jesse, I... Jesus, how the hell did this happen? Did something bite you?

[ It's the only explanation she can come up with. Hey, back home for her when a weird looking thing bites you, you turn into a weird looking thing. ]

[heisenbitch]

I ate something!

[curiousnotmalicious]

Okay, good, good...

[ She nods, running a hand through her hair as she thinks. ]

Maybe there's some kind of antidote, then!

[heisenbitch]

Antidote, my ass. How would an antidote seal up these-- these things on my neck? [ The gills, he means. ] And on my ribs?! And these-- these Swamp Thing hands?! [ And then, exclaimed in a panicked voice more to himself than to Dutch, really: ] All I ate was a prawn, yo!

[curiousnotmalicious]

I don't know.

[ She frowns. Back where she's from, once you've transformed into something inhuman there's no way back to being human, but she leaves that out of the conversation. Dutch is almost as desperate as Jesse. She has very few friends on the Moira, so naturally she wants to help this one. ]

If a prawn can be transformative who's to say something else can't be transformative!

[heisenbitch]

[ Sure, she's definitely got a point. But-- ]

Where would I even find an antidote, though?! Pretty sure the Moira ain't equipped with purple shrimp Swamp Thing antidotes!