The Gig, Monday Afternoon

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Angelica had spent much of the last week buried under flowers freaked out and hiding in her room until the last of the grey scales vanished from her skin. She felt fine now, at least she hoped she was, though a trip to the clinic just to be safe might not be a bad idea. Her only consolation about the whole experience was it hadn't been just her, and it hadn't been a mutant thing.

Since she'd missed her shift at the Gig last week, today she was spoiling the horses, taking each out in turn for exercise before some apologetic grooming. Though every once in awhile she checked her arm for grey patches.