Egon glanced down from his current translation project- it involved collaboration with a Finnish anthropologist on certain obscure verb forms in Sumerian- at the sound of the Pinpoint going off. Reading the message, he frowned. That didn't sound right at all.
Indigo-
I'll be right over.
-- Egon
He left a note on the desk to the effect of stepping out for a moment to check up on some data that couldn't be gathered inside the Firehouse, and punched in the coordinates to Indigo's location.
When the Pinpoint pinged the incoming tone from Egon, Indigo hit accept.
Egon would step out of the portal in the living room of the apartment she still kept for other reasons.
Indigo herself was sitting in the middle of the floor wearing a pair of jogging pants that were capri pants on her, and a tank-top that was a skin-tight belly shirt. Neither were Indigo's customary, more modest style. She wore no shoes, and the only jewelry she wore was the blue necklace Hermes had given her. The engagement ring was on the coffee table beside her, where the disturbed young woman was gazing forlornly at it.
"Indigo?" said Egon as he stepped out. "I got your message-"
He took in the scene, the clothes, and the ring in a single sweep before looking back at Indigo's face. Not that he was an MD by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn't seeing any signs of the puffiness or bloatedness that accompanied most sudden onsets of gigantism.
Without saying a further word he pulled out the PKE meter and switched it on. "When did this start happening?" he asked.
It took Indigo a moment to look up from the ring. She hadn't taken it off since Ray had slid it on her finger. She hadn't intended to take it off.
But it had been so tight this morning that it had started cutting off her circulation. She'd had no choice. She was either going to lose the finger or the ring if she hadn't soaped up the finger and slid it loose.
Indigo held still for the familiar PKE, then shrugged. "I got up this morning and felt fine. I did my morning workout, showered, dressed. Everything was fine. But by lunchtime my clothes -- the ring -- " her voice quavered, and she fought to even it out again. "It was all uncomfortably tight. These are the biggest clothes I own. And they're tight too. And ...and too short."
She climbed to her feet. Indigo's usual height was 5'7". She was easily closer to six feet tall now. If Ray were to step in just now, he wouldn't have to bend to kiss her. She could look him in the eye without tiptoeing.
Ray was up to his elbows in Ecto's engine when something small and furry hit him in the back. "What the-"
A rapid-fire stream of barking bordering on yaps clarified the situation considerably. "Aeolaus?" he said curiously as he straightened up, wiping one hand ineffectually on his shirt. "What's wrong?" The blue puppy was doing an excellent impression of other dogs' 'gottagowalkiesnow' door-side dance.
Ray frowned. "Could you slow down just a little? I can't hear you over the-"
The words stuff I think I'm picking up from Indigo didn't get said- he realized as he thought them that surely that was what had the poor corgi in such a lather. As he reached over to shut the car's hood, Egon suddenly materialized out of a Pinpoint portal. "Ray?" the other man said. "There's something you need to know
( ... )
Indigo was stretched out on her Disney's Tarzan beach towel, face down, with shades on, and a book.
To say stretched out on a towel was not really accurate. Her midsection, thighs, knees and calves were still on it. And her elbows. But the rest of her was on the sand.
The Pinpoint portal didn't grasp her attention as much as the sudden empathic sledgehammer of concern and distress from Ray did. Egon must've delivered the message.
She looked up at him and gave him a taut smile. "Hi. So. Um. Hi." Yeah. Real good conversation there, Indigo. Want to try a two syllable word? "I just didn't want to break the ring," she blurted in a flurry. "I would never have taken it off otherwise, I swear, but I'm not sure where this's gonna stop. Or...or if it's gonna stop."
She leaned back and got on her knees, then onto her feet. She was a little taller than Ray, in her bare feet.
Ray just stared at first, listening, then looking. It took him a moment to really comprehend what he was seeing; he wasn't used to having to look up at people, let alone Indigo.
"No, it's okay," he said as he realized she'd gone silent. "I mean- I would've thought you'd put it on a, you know, something around your neck like high school kids do with their rings, but if you didn't have something expanding or- are you okay? I mean, I don't know what's going on any more than Egon does, but you're not in physical pain or anything, are you?"
Indigo looked back at him, evenly. Well, externally evenly. She was shielding as best she could, hoping to buffer Ray from the truth of her emotional state -- which was something much closer to panic than she was trying to let on.
"Well, yeah, ordinarily I would," Indigo assured him, speaking slowly to keep the quaver out of her voice. "But I've grown six inches since this morning. With an example like that to work from, I'm not sure the chain would've been that great an idea before long either."
"I'm...it doesn't hurt, no. I'm hungry. A good bit hungry. But it doesn't hurt."
At which point Indigo's limited sangfroid was exhausted, and she threw herself into Ray's arms.
The sun had sunk a little lower in the sky, and Indigo lay snuggled on the sand beside Ray -- her towel lay strategically draped across them -- not that it was likely that anyone would run across them here...but on the other hand, several of their friends and acquaintances has the coordinates to the island, and one could never be too sure.
She had just spread her hair across herself and Ray to keep the sun off, and was sinking into a comfy doze, when the PINPoint beeped with a reply tone. Suppressing a little sigh of comfyheredon'twannagetup, she reached for the device and read the response to herself.
There was a toy gun. Those shot by it... were transformed in... various random fashions... for different periods. I myself was turned... into a city-sized Transformer... but the effect has passed... and I have returned to myself.
Ray blinked at the sound of the PINPoint bleep, yawning and trying to convince himself that it would be worth it to prop himself up and see what was going on. "What's happening, Indi?" he asked instead, reaching out to get an arm around her waist.
Indigo leaned into Ray's arm, and said, "I'm not sure if this qualifies as good news or bad news. Swamp Thing says he got hit a beam from a toy gun. But I guess it's a better lead than no lead at all, right?"
She tried to console herself with the knowledge it seemed to have slowed down for the moment. She didn't seem to have put on more than another inch in the past few hours.
He leaned up to rest his chin against her shoulder. "It's a start," he agreed. "Must've been a heck of a device to affect somebody like him. When'd he last see it?"
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Indigo-
I'll be right over.
-- Egon
He left a note on the desk to the effect of stepping out for a moment to check up on some data that couldn't be gathered inside the Firehouse, and punched in the coordinates to Indigo's location.
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Egon would step out of the portal in the living room of the apartment she still kept for other reasons.
Indigo herself was sitting in the middle of the floor wearing a pair of jogging pants that were capri pants on her, and a tank-top that was a skin-tight belly shirt. Neither were Indigo's customary, more modest style. She wore no shoes, and the only jewelry she wore was the blue necklace Hermes had given her. The engagement ring was on the coffee table beside her, where the disturbed young woman was gazing forlornly at it.
She didn't even look up as Egon arrived.
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He took in the scene, the clothes, and the ring in a single sweep before looking back at Indigo's face. Not that he was an MD by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn't seeing any signs of the puffiness or bloatedness that accompanied most sudden onsets of gigantism.
Without saying a further word he pulled out the PKE meter and switched it on. "When did this start happening?" he asked.
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But it had been so tight this morning that it had started cutting off her circulation. She'd had no choice. She was either going to lose the finger or the ring if she hadn't soaped up the finger and slid it loose.
Indigo held still for the familiar PKE, then shrugged. "I got up this morning and felt fine. I did my morning workout, showered, dressed. Everything was fine. But by lunchtime my clothes -- the ring -- " her voice quavered, and she fought to even it out again. "It was all uncomfortably tight. These are the biggest clothes I own. And they're tight too. And ...and too short."
She climbed to her feet. Indigo's usual height was 5'7". She was easily closer to six feet tall now. If Ray were to step in just now, he wouldn't have to bend to kiss her. She could look him in the eye without tiptoeing.
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A rapid-fire stream of barking bordering on yaps clarified the situation considerably. "Aeolaus?" he said curiously as he straightened up, wiping one hand ineffectually on his shirt. "What's wrong?" The blue puppy was doing an excellent impression of other dogs' 'gottagowalkiesnow' door-side dance.
Ray frowned. "Could you slow down just a little? I can't hear you over the-"
The words stuff I think I'm picking up from Indigo didn't get said- he realized as he thought them that surely that was what had the poor corgi in such a lather. As he reached over to shut the car's hood, Egon suddenly materialized out of a Pinpoint portal. "Ray?" the other man said. "There's something you need to know ( ... )
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To say stretched out on a towel was not really accurate. Her midsection, thighs, knees and calves were still on it. And her elbows. But the rest of her was on the sand.
The Pinpoint portal didn't grasp her attention as much as the sudden empathic sledgehammer of concern and distress from Ray did. Egon must've delivered the message.
She looked up at him and gave him a taut smile. "Hi. So. Um. Hi." Yeah. Real good conversation there, Indigo. Want to try a two syllable word? "I just didn't want to break the ring," she blurted in a flurry. "I would never have taken it off otherwise, I swear, but I'm not sure where this's gonna stop. Or...or if it's gonna stop."
She leaned back and got on her knees, then onto her feet. She was a little taller than Ray, in her bare feet.
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"No, it's okay," he said as he realized she'd gone silent. "I mean- I would've thought you'd put it on a, you know, something around your neck like high school kids do with their rings, but if you didn't have something expanding or- are you okay? I mean, I don't know what's going on any more than Egon does, but you're not in physical pain or anything, are you?"
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"Well, yeah, ordinarily I would," Indigo assured him, speaking slowly to keep the quaver out of her voice. "But I've grown six inches since this morning. With an example like that to work from, I'm not sure the chain would've been that great an idea before long either."
"I'm...it doesn't hurt, no. I'm hungry. A good bit hungry. But it doesn't hurt."
At which point Indigo's limited sangfroid was exhausted, and she threw herself into Ray's arms.
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She had just spread her hair across herself and Ray to keep the sun off, and was sinking into a comfy doze, when the PINPoint beeped with a reply tone. Suppressing a little sigh of comfyheredon'twannagetup, she reached for the device and read the response to herself.
There was a toy gun. Those shot by it... were transformed in... various
random fashions... for different periods. I myself was turned... into a
city-sized Transformer... but the effect has passed... and I have
returned to myself.
"...great."
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She tried to console herself with the knowledge it seemed to have slowed down for the moment. She didn't seem to have put on more than another inch in the past few hours.
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