[same dance, different dancers - they feel fine, for a moment. and then there's a whirl of color, only visible to them. eight colors flash wildly, almost seizure inducing, and then there's a burst of pain, centered around the back of their necks. it feels like something biting them, and then trying to crawl into their heads, itching up the backs of their skulls. something warm and furry wraps itself around them, and their vision shorts out.
you're tired. you want to go home. you want to go home.
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you're tired. you want to go home. you want to go home.
two more bodies jitter.
and then all four stand up.
they froth from the mouth, hissing, knocking chairs and the table away from them.]