Colin Starfury (
freedom_engineer) wrote in
thebastion2014-07-02 11:30 pm
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Day 203 | The sick are recovering! (Open)
WHO: Colin, any recovering folks, any visitors.
OPEN: Open like a door
WHEN: Day 203 (BACKDATED)
WHAT: The cure has been found and administered. Check up on the sick, why don't you?
WHERE: The hospital
FORMAT: However you want, go nuts
WARNINGS: Recovering people, probable sass, and of course, Colin.
After six days of paranoia, and three days of absolute terror, things were finally looking up. A cure had been delivered, and with it, the calamity survivors had been able to synthesize more than enough doses of cure for the plague to safeguard the Bastion. It had been administered to the sick, and now all that was needed was to make sure that everyone recovered.
Colin, of course, was going to be visiting everyone to make sure that there weren't any complications. It wouldn't do to have anyone in danger after they'd made it through to the end. He had yet to take off his environmental suit though, his own paranoia was significant.
(OOC: I figure this will be a good opportunity for people to do a little more mingling, and get their bearings after the plague. The quarantine has been lifted, though Colin still wants people washing their hands frequently. If you want Colin to check up on the sick, he can do that! If you want someone else to check up on the sick, by all means! The threat is passed, now rejoice, hug your sick loved ones, and let's move on!)
OPEN: Open like a door
WHEN: Day 203 (BACKDATED)
WHAT: The cure has been found and administered. Check up on the sick, why don't you?
WHERE: The hospital
FORMAT: However you want, go nuts
WARNINGS: Recovering people, probable sass, and of course, Colin.
After six days of paranoia, and three days of absolute terror, things were finally looking up. A cure had been delivered, and with it, the calamity survivors had been able to synthesize more than enough doses of cure for the plague to safeguard the Bastion. It had been administered to the sick, and now all that was needed was to make sure that everyone recovered.
Colin, of course, was going to be visiting everyone to make sure that there weren't any complications. It wouldn't do to have anyone in danger after they'd made it through to the end. He had yet to take off his environmental suit though, his own paranoia was significant.
(OOC: I figure this will be a good opportunity for people to do a little more mingling, and get their bearings after the plague. The quarantine has been lifted, though Colin still wants people washing their hands frequently. If you want Colin to check up on the sick, he can do that! If you want someone else to check up on the sick, by all means! The threat is passed, now rejoice, hug your sick loved ones, and let's move on!)

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Anyone she checks in on is liable to receive an awkward shoulder pat and some variation of:]
It's good that you aren't dead yet.
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[Squint. Saix isn't the worst of the patients by far, and with the cure gotten, well, he's certainly recovering and not as bad as he could be. Still not in his usual top shape, however, which is why he's still laying down in bed.]</
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[Probably.]
How are you feeling?
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It'll take more than that to kill me.
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You never know. Even immortality can sometimes just be snatched away from you.
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I can tag with the right account I swear...
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Depending on who you ask, your sentiments may be a bit late.
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Is that where the eye thing came from?
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[Zulf is there too, seated on the bed with the smallest of the Rattle-tails on his laps and another two really hogging up the rest of the bedspace. He looks up when the door opens, brow furrowed. The first thing out of his mouth?]
Is it working?
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It seems to be, yes. Fevers have broken, people are resting. Lots of exhaustion, lots of hunger, LOTS of thirst. But most importantly, people are actually sleeping peacefully.
[He gives Zulf a grin, still keeping his distance.]
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[... He still looks flushed and unsteady, and his scan reveals that he's definitely too sick to be doing what he's doing. The redness in his cheeks deepens when he realizes who's at the door, and looks a lot like a kid caught trying to sneak out of the house.]
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... I'm sorry, Colin-san. I didn't see you.
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open!
Rin is still in bed (actually behaving for once, gasp) sitting up with a Tepig sleeping on her lap and a data pad in her hands. She continues to cough every so often which is hell on her voice and her throat, but the color has returned to her skin and any concern of her giving in to death has all but gone, thankfully.]
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Ah, you're awake. I was thinking you'd probably be trying to get some sleep right about now.
How're you feeling, Rin?
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Better now, I take it?
[ Oh, and she has some lunch for her. Probably not anything that's up to Rin's standards of food, but it's something. ]
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Hey.
How are you doing?
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Less visible since he's being deprived of his head perch for the moment, Oshawott's marching in front of Yukio, making quiet little 'Wott-wott-wott' noises with each step and looking quite pleased with himself. He might've had a little something to do with Yukio getting a proper rest too, and he's pretty happy with his success.]
How's your throat, Neesan?
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Open!
Duke is currently sitting on the edge of the bed, looking over the now marked up whiteboard. It looks like a lot of sharp handwriting in a big math formula. ]
.. Might need another color... [ There's still a blanket about Duke's shoulders, and it seems to be there to catch coughing right now. ]
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[Why look, it's that pest who's been making unreasonable demands in the name of keeping you alive.]
How are you feeling, Duke?
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[When he's not being horribly irresponsible, he's resting in bed, sometimes with his eyes open and sometimes not. He's incredibly bored, but there's not really a lot he can do about it.]
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So when she sees him up and wandering around, she can't help but mother hen a little more. ]
Are you sure you should be walking around?
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open! and handwaving some sickness stuff that i didnt get to thread out
The fever and inflammation are mostly under control, for now. Crona's still running a low-grade fever, and still somewhat out of it mentally, but the main danger has passed. Crona's supposed to be on bed rest for the next week or so, but right now the bed is empty and Crona is curled up in a corner behind the door.
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"Eh? Is this the right room?"
She steps back out and checks the number on the door. Then she steps back in, looking more confused than before. "Maybe Crona's in the bathroom or something?"
She's standing there, deciding if she should come in and wait (and find Crona behind the door) or just come back later.
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whoops forever late
totes okay
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So sleeping seemed like the thing to do. Face down and sprawled out due to utter exhaustion. When you had such a brush with death and complete loss as all that, who cared about looks fancy and behaving regally? No, not right now. Right now he was just collapsed on the bed, snoring unattractively in a pile of linens and matted hair.
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But it turns out that when you've been sleeping so sloppily, you can knock some blankets around. And when Colin comes around the bed, his foot catches on a blanket, and he stumbles in a picture of complete gracelessness.
And a rather undignified yelp.
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