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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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[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!