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Worst Morning Ever
Who: Gwyn, Totally Open
Where: Uniform-3
When: Early Morning (slightly after Cath and Cooper's thread)

After a night spent tossing and turning with the sort of aches and pains that kept her just on the edge of sleep that eventually lead to fitful, if exhaustive sleep, Gwyn finally struggled toward consciousness sometime after sunrise. Her dreams were filled with heavy crashes- like lightning- and huge, growling animals. She was reminded strongly of the growing pains that had laid her in bed for a few days when she was younger- this was, of course, before she became aware of the bizarre, smooth pebble-like sensation against the bottom of her folded arms. Shifting a little toward wakefulness, she moved her arm in what was apparently the wrong way: the smoothness seemed to disappear and something sharp grated against her arm. This is what jarred her awake.

She blinked as she sat up and rubbed her arm. The room seemed to do something weird- it bobbed around her, but she figured she was still partially asleep. Light filtered in weirdly through her barely opened eyes, so she rubbed them hard and then tried again. Everything came into focus.

Lord, how she wished it hadn’t.

Sometime in the night, some great ruddy snake had decided to make her bed home. Bright orange scales glimmered up at her, but she couldn’t immediately place the species. All she knew is that bright usually equalled poisonous. Although panic tightened her chest, she knew that screaming and sudden movements would be the worst possible thing she could do. Instead, she started to lean away from the snake. Of course, that movement nearly catapulted her into the wall behind her. Her head cracked against the headboard, and she saw stars and swore, "Bloody hell!"

The sound was weird in her head, as though she was speaking around wad of cotton. Dazed, she glanced down to see if the snake was still there. It was, but there was more than that: wide panes of solid scaling started just below the flat of her stomach- lighter than the rest-, with finer scales that began at her hips, like a flesh-toned rash, and then bled into a tail that she swiftly realized was attached to her. Her stomach twisted so hard that she leaned over to try to be sick, but nothing came up. Instead, she overshot her bedside by a couple of feet and wound up landing hard on the floor. "Ow,” she whimpered, as the sensation translated into a jarring sound that echoed through her head. Her tongue felt wrong too, longer than it needed to be, and it moved strangely in her mouth. "..ow."

Gwyn wasn’t sure how to move, couldn’t make her body work the way it needed to. She started to whimper and bite her lip, but stopped the latter almost immediately as two very sharp teeth began to prick at her skin. Lord, she needed help. She dragged herself to her computer and tried to type out a message, but her fingers felt weird, longer, still wouldn’t obey her like the rest of her. Why was this happening to her? Was she being punished? Had she done something to make God angry?