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[notinthefett]

It's probably a dream. Because: weren't they doing that? Scanning for wedding nightmares.

Not found.

But it is their room. Mostly. I mean, the bed's on the wrong side of the room. And the carpet is blue here. It should be tan.

But everything else is...you know.

Water's running in the bathroom.

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[alien_isabel]

Yes there is scanning going on. Isabel has fallen asleep, intent on being in Warren's head. And there she is, sitting on the bed watching the situation. She heads towards the bathroom to see what's going on. Whether the dream knows she's there or not one can't be sure.

[notinthefett]

The water shuts off. Sink, from the sound of things. Warren appears in the doorway. He blinks at her, vaguely confused. He's wearing those Sunnydale High sweatpants and a T-shirt and filling both out more than he should be. His hair is limp and styleless; just long enough to tuck behind his ears. His forehead is breaking out.

He's blinking at Isabel because she's green. Herself, but green.

"Um," he begins. "...So, am I dreaming, or...?"

He happens to glance down at himself.

"...Oh fuck me."

[alien_isabel]

And she sees a green her standing right next to her. She moves, sitting on the bathroom counter and watching the green Isabel...and then her eyes move to the Warren. The longer haired younger looking Warren.

[notinthefett]

Green Isabel looks down at herself. Then back at Warren. Then down at herself again.

"You made me green?" She shrieks.

Warren has turned back toward the bathroom mirror (giving both Isabels a view of his backside he probably wishes he hadn't if he'd thought about it) and is frowning at his own appearance.

"Great. Dreaming. Great," he repeats, annoyed. He doesn't seem to think the green Isabel has any reason to complain, at least by comparison.