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!)

Comments

[croceamors]

Just don't set me on fire.

[dontyoujustwish]

[She rolls her eyes, even if he can't see it.]

That would be exceptionally uncreative of me and you know it.

[croceamors]

I apologize for not giving you enough credit.

[dontyoujustwish]

[Anya takes a seat on the edge of his bed and gives him another, less awkward shoulder pat.]

You're recovering from an illness which may still make thinking difficult for you. I'll forgive you.

[croceamors]

What a good friend.

[They did decide they were sort of friends, yes? He's fairly certain of that, even if he is less certain his ability to walk.]

[dontyoujustwish]

Yes, I can be very understanding.

[She'll take all her gold stars for friendship, thank you.]

[croceamors]

Hmmm. So are you visiting every sick fool here, then?

[dontyoujustwish]

Mostly the attractive ones.

[croceamors]

If you find someone to replace me, let me know.

[dontyoujustwish]

I think of it more as adding to the roster.

Unless that bothers you.

[croceamors]

Hardly. Just checking where I stand.

[dontyoujustwish]

Good. I don't want to replace you after I've taught you so much about pleasing me.

Oh! You know what we still need to try once you're better?

[croceamors]

[He's glad this relationship of theirs is so clearly spelled out on what it's really about.]

I make no promises that I'll clearly remember, but feel free to tell me anyway.

[dontyoujustwish]

[It's not all about the sex. After all, they were getting along before they were even in the right bodies for sex.]

That berserker thing you do. Have you had enough practice yet?

[croceamors]

[Fair enough.]

...Yes. [He sees where this is going.]

[dontyoujustwish]

You don't sound excited.

[Not that he ever does but he could at least not sound reluctant.]

[croceamors]

I'm still a bit concerned about using it like that...

No matter how much I control it, the point of becoming Berserker is that you don't hold back.

That might also be the sickness making everything seem worse than usual, of course.

[dontyoujustwish]

No, you're always a pessimist.

But it is nice to know you're concerned about me.

[croceamors]

...Yes.

[He won't lie about that.]

I'll go along with it when I'm not suffering from a murderous disease.

[dontyoujustwish]

Good. Now we both have something to look forward to.