It took Eliot approximately two seconds after he woke up to recognize that something was distinctly not right. He sat up slowly, noting the -- rather drastic, really -- change in his weight distribution, especially across the chest. He didn't remember straining anything working out, yesterday, or anything else that would account for any of this. And anyway, it didn't hurt. His whole body just felt . . . weird.
Which for a guy who spent his life insanely aware of his body and how it was functioning was just a little bit disconcerting.
He finally got around to opening his eyes and looking down about ten seconds after he woke up. The growled out "Dammit, Fandom," was rather higher pitched than normal, but no less deeply irritated.
Sometimes he really did hate this island.
[ooc: for those who'd be in the bed with him.]
Well, except for when awakened by an entirely unfamiliar voice.
She opened her eyes to find out who was talking.
"Where's Eliot?"
"I suppose that's supposed to be Hardison too, hunh?"
At least that hadn't changed much.
". . . I'm definitely going to need a bra."
This was really unnerving. She liked consistency in her people! This was not consistent!
Parker paused, and checked that Hardison was still asleep, and since he was....
"What did I say when we were in the crevasse?" she said, keeping her voice very low. "About why I wanted to bring that guy back to his wife?"
Fandom, Parker looooooves you!
"Do you feel okay?" Parker asked belatedly. "Aside from jiggly. You remember what you're supposed to, anyway."