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[ooc: Visiting post for Snowball]

Over in one corner of the infirmary, sleeping on a low bed of blankets, is Snowball. He is back in pig shape now, which seems to have led to an improvement in his condition. His temperature is starting to go down, and he breathes more easily.

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Steph lets herself into the infirmary, and as an afterthought, tucks her Security Trainee badge into her pocket and out of sight. She's not here officially, anyway.

"Hey," she says brightly, approaching a little nervously. "You're Snowball, right?"

He stirs and opens his eyes, looking up at her. Then shifts into a slightly more upright position.

"Yes." he says, rather hoarsely. He coughs.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Steph," she explains. Because clearly that's explanation enough. "I heard someone played a totally sucky prank on you."

Snowball nods.

"A gigglemonster. Or possibly a nimp." he coughs again.

"It made a man of me."

Steph restrains the urge to giggle at that, and sits down on the bed nearest. "I heard it also changed you back, though. How come? Like, why'd it do that?"

He shakes his head, then wishes he hadn't and winces.

"I don't know. I'm just glad it did. I needed my immune system back."

He coughs again. "My culture does not allow clothes. When I was changed I got upset and went outside and wandered around naked for ages. That's how I got sick. And then I got arrested for biting Wrath when I thought he was attacking me."

"Don't talk too much, if it hurts," Steph advises anxiously. "I just wanna know if the - imp, did you say? If it gave you any hint of why it did this to you. I mean, you're totally sick. That was pretty nasty, if it was just a prank."

"I do not think whoever did this thought I would get sick." Snowball says after a moment. "And the monster just came and went each time. It might have said something the second time but I was too busy squealing and coughing and being scared to hear it."

He coughs. "I was calling it a gigglemonster before I knew what it was. Wes thought it might be a nimp, or it could have been an imp and I misheard. Neither means much to me."

"Oh, you know Wes?" Steph leans forward. "What did he say to you about the gigglemonster imp thing, then?"

She hopes it wasn't Wes. Security doesn't sound too happy with whoever it was.

"I thought it was him because I played a napkin trick on him. But he said it wasn't him."

He coughs. "Which was fortunate for him, or I'd have had him by the short and danglies* for it. I don't know who else it could be, unless it is Terrorsaur. They are the only people I have fallen out with here that I can think of."

(*in this case, his earlobes)

"Mmm." Steph makes a mental note of this. "Terrorsaur is kinda crazy, isn't he. Well, okay. Did Wes ... sound like he was telling the truth?"

Because, after all, this is Wes they're discussing.

Snowball coughs and considers for a moment.

"The possibility that Wes was lying did not occur to me." he says eventually. "He did however consider my predicament somewhat amusing. I wasn't as sick at the time."

"Wes finds everything amusing," Steph says. "It wouldn't have been personal. I should still talk to him, though. Hey, look, before I go, can I get you anything? You don't sound well. I mean, like, as far as I can tell. I'm not an expert on pigs or anything."

"I'm not well, that's why I'm in here. I have human flu, which is not something my body was expecting."

He coughs. "Comrade Hank said I should have lots of soup. If you would not mind asking one of the rats for me on the way out, I would be very grateful. Thank you."

"Sure. I'll send in soup. Uh, are you ... vegetarian? Chicken soup's totally good for sick humans, but I'm not sure if I oughta offer it to a pig." She hops to her feet.

"Well no pig products obviously." Snowball replies. "Otherwise I am generally omnivorous. I do not kill other animals but will eat anything already dead but not manky. Circle of life and all that."

Steph grins at him. "Sure. Well, I hope you get better soon, Snowball. I'll grab one of the rats soon's I see one. Sleep well, now."

She bounces out, and in short order a waitrat appears with the promised soup.

Snowball thanks the rat, promises him a tip when he's able to get some money, and laps at the soup before settling back down to sleep.

And wonders who Steph was.

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