thatlibbychick | 085 // VIP flood [VIDEO]

[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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[There's some mild hesitation on this end as it starts out voice... Desmond's really not sure what to make of this flood and he's kind of inherently unhappy, because PEEEENNEH. After a moment, he switches to video.]

As well as can be expected, yeah?

[Just coming off a night of hallucinations, Jack dun need this right now]

Hurley?!

No, it's Libby! I was just changed by the flood!

I'm guessing you're Jack...?

[That is SO OBVIOUSLY Desmond! Libby gives him a little smile.]

If it's any consolation, Des, you look very pretty today.

In parts, none physical.

No wounds and you get to look like your... [Hmm] Looks like it's your lucky day, Lib.

[Desmond smiles a little awkwardly and ducks his head, almost shyly. This is... definitely one of the most awkward situations ever. Apparently, being naked in the jungle is less of an imposition on his life than... Being his girlfriend.]

Aye. So what do you make of this flood? We turn into people we love? I'd ask what the point of that is, sister, but I'm sure we both know better than to assume there's any logic to these things. [He pauses, considering that.] Although, I suppose I could see there being method to... This particular madness.

[You look like her cousin, she thinks this is adorable!]

Well, Adam suggested we've just become people who are close to us in some way. He turned into his friend, not his lover.

[WORDED POORLY, BLUSHING NOW]

[Oops can't stop himself]

Penny.

[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?

Well I'm glad at least you look like someone you're happy too, Libby!

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

Yeah, we all got what we wanted.

[Looks closely. Is that--yep, it's one of the Doctors. The one Martha had known. Oh, shit.]

I'm sorry. Are you okay, hon?

[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?

It's... very odd having two hearts.

I can't even begin to imagine what that's like. I just keep bumping into things when I try to slip past them--I think my unconscious mind is still gauging everything based on my normal body.

Outside of the biology, are you okay?

It probably is. Spacial memory and all that.

I will be, I guess. I'm assuming this... is something about important people if I'm the Doctor and you're Hurley.

If that were the weirdest, I'd be fine, but...

It must be. Both Morgan and Adam turned into West, you know. West must be so confused, not remembering anything and suddenly seeing people who look just like him.

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]

Poor West. Has he started to remember anything yet? I haven't looked back over there; the thread with Billy broke my heart.

[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]

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