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[rage_andlove]

Something isn't right. He realises that before he's even awake. He's been having fractured, strange dreams and he wakes up, pressing the curtain of hair back from his face. He frowns. He stretches. He suddenly

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[youlosetrack]

Mace doesn't know when the hell he sort of became friends with people; Shari and Lexie make sense, and being friendly with a few people was becoming easier and easier to bear, especially now that he has his own room and can walk (on crutches, still) around as much as he wants

[rage_andlove]

He's used to Mace being around. Sometimes, he even cautiously looks forward to him turning up though. Today, though, he's in no mood for Mace's shit. Swaddled in his huge t-shirt, he turns to look at him, glaring.

"Don't you fucking dare," he snaps.

[youlosetrack]

"Sorry," Mace says, managing to bite back another laugh as he holds his hands up briefly in a defensive pose. "Everyone's freaking out out there, guys are girls, girls are guys, some people have turned into kids. It's crazy."

[rage_andlove]

"I fucking hate you," says Tunny, but he's aware that it doesn't carry much wait when his voice is that much higher and he looks like a kid in his mom's t-shirt or something.

"Seriously. I bet I look fucking ridiculous."

[first_pink_lady]

When Rizzo stumbled into the kitchen for morning coffee, it had only taken a few moments, even before the caffiene kick, to realize that the island had put a fucking magical bee in everyone's bonnet. Again. Luckily, she still had her own feminine figure, thank Jesus, and it had been her second thought to go check, coffee in hand, that Paul was still, well, Pauly and not Polly.

If she also wants to see the soldier fella again, well, that was just convenient, and may or may not have a correllation to the slightly increased frequency of her visits to Paul at the clinic.

She ducks her head in, ready to move on to find Paul if the guy's still asleep, only to freeze and stare, agape, at the blonde in his place. She might've thought that he'd switched beds, if it weren't for the look on his - her - face. Her face splits into a grin, and she slid into the room. "Well, ain't you just a doll."

[rage_andlove]

He likes her. Despite himself, he does. He almost looks forward to her swinging by. But he'd rather see anyone but her this morning. Self-consciously, he crosses his arms across his chest.

"Don't fucking call me that."

[first_pink_lady]

"You prefer Sleepin' Beauty?" She smiled, teasing but there was something softer then usual in there somewhere. She'd been the victim of island magic before - and she knew how awful it was. Still, there were worse things than waking up with tits, Rizzo did it everyday and somehow she bravely managed.

[rage_andlove]

"You could just call me by my fucking name," he says, and he's pretty sure that he's pouting. He pushes long hair back from his face. "Only, Tunny sounds fuckin' weird. Joe, maybe? Joe's not so bad."

Girls get called Jo all the time.