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[Libby's comm catches a few shots of the ceiling as she clutches it in mild panic, utters a rather masculine yelp and tumbles from her infirmary bed.]

Ow! I'm really going to feel that later...

[She turns her comm towards her, to film, when she notices that it's on. Might as well, right? She just would have made an entry later. And right now...she looks like Hurley, and she's rubbing the hip she landed on. She already knows who she's become--she doesn't need a mirror, it's fairly obvious by itself. So she's smiling.]

Mozenrath? This is Libby. I need to know whether or not you've been affected, so get back to me, okay? Also: Martha, Morgan, Billy, West...if you remember anything, Ruby, Sam, Jack, Desmond--how are you guys faring?

[She prods at her stomach quickly, feeling for the area where her her abdomen should still be healing, and then turns to reassure the doctor closest to her, whoever that is.]

I'm fine, the wounds are gone! Just banged my hip.

[OOC: The Jack she's talking to is Jack Shephard, and she thinks that should be obvious. Ditto to Sam Tyler.]

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[She laughs, blushing a little.] My best day in a long time, Jack.

So...you, me and Des. We've sort of all been given the same result, haven't we?

[Awkward! Ex-Fiancee here :|. His reply is slightly sardonic.]

Yeah, we all got what we wanted.

[And Libby isn't even going to touch that, even though she hears it in his tone. Everything worked out in the end, after all, even if he doesn't know it yet.]

Did your clothes transform with you, or do you need to borrow some? I'm taller than, ah...but they should get the job done.

Maybe a pair of jeans? I can tuck in my shirts.

[Okay, he may have been checking Kate's bod out in the mirror wearing just a business shirt. So sue him.]

I'm really glad my clothes changed, or I would have been shit out of luck.

[She can't judge--as soon as she's in her room alone, she'll be in front of a mirror wearing far less.]

Sure. I'll meet you in front of my door, then?

More luck I guess. I'll be over a bit

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[Jack threw himself a sad look in the mirror and turned. He was in the small athletic body of Kate. His heart throbbed in his chest and wondered if any of this would have happened if Vala hadn't been in his bed the night before. He threw on an old pair of draw stringed scrub pants (one size fits all baby) and after deciding jogging without a bra was a poor idea, shuffled towards Libby's room.]

Libby? It's Kate!

[A little surprisingly, Libby had made it there before Jack, so she opened the door and stepped out to greet him. And then, because she'd always wondered what it felt like from the other side...]

Hi Jack!

[...she lifted him off his feet and gave him an enormous hug, before setting him back down gently again.]

Come on in.

Hey hey, Libby... oh wait...!

[Jack squeaked as the air was pulled out of him. Aw a hurley hug... he hadn't had one of those in a while]

Thanks... [Back pat, Libburley. He shuffled into Libby's room and folded his arms]

[Libby chuckles as she follows Jack into her room--which is, conspicuously, no longer hatch-like in the least. There's a pair of jeans she set out on the couch before he arrived, and she hands them over.]

Here--you might need to roll the cuffs, and the waist might be a little big, but they'll do.

Thanks. Can I? [He nods towards Libby's ensuite]

Of course. [She called to him as he went in, jokingly:] No going through my underwear drawer!

As if this wasn't traumatic enough. [He actually had his eyes closed when he got changed, sparing Kate's body a dignity. She wasn't his anymore, after all. Topic change]

Hey, have you redecorated? This isn't what your place was like last time.

[Libby freezes for a second. She can't go into any details with him.]

It was like this when I came back from my trip.

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