mental link: you're welcome.

[sistershoggoth]

( Who's the medic around here, I think I for serious picked up some fuckin' alien STD from getting dunked into that thing's throat. Like, this ugly fucker in my chest has been sealed for years but it's dripping green. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. )

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[lavelly]

( Er, I could take a look at it, but that doesn't sound like any disease I've ever heard of. )

bring it!!!

[sistershoggoth]

( Yes! Look at it! It's like radioactive green, fuckin' gross. )

[lavelly]

[This sounds like exactly the kind of thing he doesn't want to do.]

( I need to know where you are first. ) [Read: please don't send him mental images.]

he regrets so much

[servitor]

( Annie this better not be contagious. )

does now.

[sistershoggoth]

( Hey, we haven't even fucked yet. Fuck me before you start bitching about my weird alien diseases, ok?! )

[sistershoggoth]

( Around, fuck if I know. I'll meet you... whatever. Somewhere? Pick a place! )

[lavelly]

( Well, I'm in the library right now, but I don't think that's a good place for an examination. )

jesus christ annie

[servitor]

[Let it be felt through the entire brood that he's scrubbing his face regretting having ever said anything but he's committed now, he has to see this through.]

( There's more than one way for a disease to be contagious. You're not even sure what it is. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Of course you are, fucking nerd. )

yuuuuuuup.

[sistershoggoth]

( Not like I've rubbed my tits all over you recently, but all you gotta do is ask. )

[lavelly]

[Feel that eyeroll in your general mental direction, Annie.]

( Do you want my help or not? )

[sistershoggoth]

( Yes, oh my god just come fucking find me already. )

[servitor]

( I think I should take that as a compliment.

Seriously, Annie, what happened? )

suddenly action

[lavelly]

[Mental sniffing it is, then.

It takes longer than it would have if Annie had been slightly more helpful but eventually he finds her outside the rec area--it's lucky she was so close. He can't stop his eyebrows from shooting toward the ceiling as he approaches her.]

Well. That's... something.

[sistershoggoth]

( Damn pretty boy, don't start flattering yourself! But no fuckin' seriously, before you woke up we had to compete in this fuckin' stupid gaudy ass competition and the judges are in to fuckin' vore, so I have to find some fuckin' alien willing to deep throat me whole without actually swallowing or digesting me. And I did, and I mean I had to barter out some favors, which might also have contributed, but again, the scar in my chest oozing shit suggest to me it was that time I was full body coated in alien saliva. )

[ Those favors were probably sexual. Fun topic of conversation amongst the brood, am i right. ]

[servitor]

[This is 1/6th of his brood.

Charming.]

( I don't think I want to believe you but I've seen too much that could make this true. )

[sistershoggoth]

[ It's true, the front of her shirt is stained with green slime. ]

The big fuckin' scar was already there.

[ Like tectonic plates smashing together, the two edges of where once a portal was in her body have fused closed in a ragged mess. It looks like a wound someone shouldn't have survived. Now it's leaking essentially lime jello. ]

That shit's been fuckin' welded closed for like 5 years, how the fuck is this even happening.

[sistershoggoth]

( Dude, Noctis was fucking there. He fuckin' saw it. )

[servitor]

( I never said it didn't happen. What was the point of this deep throat contest? )

[sistershoggoth]

( We were supposed to win the prize, but a bunch of us stole it instead so uh... no point. At all. )

[lavelly]

[No comment. Lavellan's already learned that plenty of the people here seem... different from what he's used to, physiologically speaking. (By which he means he's spoken to someone who is apparently a walking corpse.)

Honestly, looking at... that... whatever it is, he's at a loss. He probably shouldn't have volunteered and given Annie false hope.

It is fascinating, though.]

It doesn't feel like a disease. [Magically speaking, anyway. Not that he's much of a healer.

He reaches forward and pokes the goo. Science!]

[sistershoggoth]

The fuck does that mean? Doesn't feel like a disease? What are you, the disease whisperer??

[ She hooks one finger into the edge of her shirt, pulling it down to look him look. She is really shamelessly uncaring of who looks at her chest. There was once a portal there, through which tentacled appendages would stick out. They disrupted her shirt, all the time. Maybe she used to wear some electrical tape just to keep the girls from getting chilly, but now that the portal is sealed shut... what does she care? ]

[servitor]

( Can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing. )

[sistershoggoth]

( No shit, although, like, when we signed up we figured it'd be a fucking fighting tournament? And by the time they announced it was fuckin' ridiculous shit instead we were already registered and chipped and shit. )

[hymnals]

( If you need healing, I can help you. )