Day 203 | The sick are recovering! (Open)

[freedom_engineer]

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!)

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[freedom_engineer]

[Colin gives a little cower for Cubone's benefit, and he stays back. She deserves to think that she's scary.]

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.]

[fuckthemancers]

Oh thank goodness...

[His entire body sags in relief, the Rattle-tail acting as a handy prop as he presses his face into its feathers. This seems to distract the Cubone and her bird steed, leaving Colin to be menaced another time. After a brief second, Zulf seems to recover, taking a deep breath and wiping something from his eye.]

We know it works now. So I'd like to make a request. I heard that the recovery group encountered a group of Ura.

[freedom_engineer]

I'd heard as well.

[He smirks slightly. With Cubone and the Rattletail away, he steps into the room now.]

You want to bring them the cure?

[fuckthemancers]

Yes.

[Zulf's stance shifts a bit, shoulders and back straightening themselves out. Less tense now, unlike how he's been for basically the entire stay in the hospital.]

[freedom_engineer]

We're in agreement. I had a similar thought.

But we're going to need a LOT of shards to make enough for another enclave of survivors.

And you haven't been sleeping well, will you be okay to travel?

[fuckthemancers]

[Assuming they want to come to the Bastion, but Zulf doesn't mention that.]

I'll contribute whatever I'm able.

As for sleep... [The slight flinch he makes is probably sign enough he knows that this is one of his worst habits.] I was hoping you or Doctor Okumura would be able to recommend something. I'll just wake up if I try to sleep on my own.

[freedom_engineer]

[Actually, Colin was planning to take the medicine to them, and let them decide what they want to do. Everyone's free to make their own decisions, after all.]

I... have something, actually. I've used it with Rin several times, it works for her. It's mystical mumbo jumbo to most people, but it works.

If you're willing to entertain the notion, I mean.

[fuckthemancers]

...Mystical mumbo jumbo? If you could clarify, please?

[freedom_engineer]

Ritual dance.

My father, my family as a whole, are performers. We can influence the world around us. Not control it, mind you. Merely influence it.

One of the dances that I know can subtly direct thought patterns. Ease troubled thoughts, for example. It makes a great sleep aid in times of stress.

[fuckthemancers]

Well... It's not the strangest thing I've ever heard of while here.

[That... still goes to the giant dragon, he thinks.]

Is it complicated?

[freedom_engineer]

To learn? Immensely.

To experience? Not at all. You basically just sit back. You don't even have to watch me.

[fuckthemancers]

Well... I suppose it couldn't hurt.

[He gives a short sharp kind of whistle to the Rattle-tail steed carrying his Cubone, which comes over obediently so he can take the little Pokemon into his arms. No need having her go after Colin in the middle of something.]

[freedom_engineer]

Just let me know when you want to give it a try, then. When you're settled in and ready to sleep, I mean.

[Colin wants to learn the whistles and other commands for the Rattletails, but now is not the time for that.]

[fuckthemancers]

I'll probably just fall unconscious the second I'm not so... tense.

[Yeah, let's call it that. Not to mention he's surrounded by living pillows, really, so he should be fine. Probably.]

[freedom_engineer]

Then lay back.

[Colin moves to clear some space in the room. He doesn't need a lot of space, but he does need some.]

[Once he's cleared some space, and made sure Zulf's not going to fall out of bed on his head, Colin starts to dance. It's less what one might imagine when being told of a ritual dance, and more of a one-man waltz. The steps come easier to Colin this time than they have before. The relief at the plague being cured makes it easier for him to find the rhythm of the place.]

[The hospital is almost exactly the right place for this set of steps to be performed, and there is nothing to interfere with him. With every step he makes, the mood seems to lighten, grow warmer and more hopeful. It won't take long for someone tired to fall asleep in feelings of comfort and safety.]

[fuckthemancers]

[It really doesn't. As dubious as Zulf is, he still starts to feel the effects soon enough. It helps that the relief of finding a cure is affecting him as well, even with all the stunned disbelief that it's happened at all.]

[So soon enough, he really has just outright fallen unconscious, slumped back against some of the Rattle-tails with the Cubone sprawled in his lap.]