[OPEN] I swear to drunk I'm not god.

[thebigsister]

Characters: Eleanor Lamb and YOU.
Setting: All over the Tower.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor doesn't really know how to handle this flu thing, it's been a long time since she's been sick! Well, conventionally sick that is.
Warnings: Cranky, cranky teenagers who can set things on fire with their minds. Also random teleporting and potential telekinetic shenanigans.

[Eleanor woke up this morning with her head feeling like it was stuffed with wool. That was a novelty of a sort, and not a very pleasant one. She shrugged it off though, not entirely familiar with the whole flu process, though somewhere in the back of her head, several dozen voices whined in unison about how awful it was.

Eleanor got dressed in her suit and as usual set out to wander around the Tower, steps slow and gaunt looming.

Except, even if you're used to seeing her go around by now, you might be surprised to see her stumbling a little, leaning heavily sideways and nearly falling off the stairs more than once. For all intents and purposes, it seems like nearly seven feet worth of drunken diving suit, though of course that's not the case.

Hell, her portholes are glowing blue. Blue. She didn't even know that was a thing that could happen.]

Comments

Outside Floor Two.

[tohko_amano]

[This morning, Tohko had woken up with a slight fever. However, she wasn't going to let a fever beat her, even if her senses were slowly starting to dull. She hoped that it was just an effect of the cold and that it would go away soon. So, she had just left the clinic, having taken some pills, and was about to head up the stairs to go to the library when she spotted a girl wearing a weird diving suit.

Even though her eyesight was bad, she managed to see that the girl looked like she was drunk. Wanting to help, Tohko carefully walked down the stairs, being careful not to fall down. She hadn't noticed the blue glow at first, but as she got closer, she did, and that just made her worry more.]

Pardon me..but are you alright? Want me to take you to the clinic or your dorm room? You look terrible.

[thebigsister]

I do?

[Eleanor turns to face Tohko, sounding genuinely surprised - if slightly constipated. The light fever wasn't the biggest problem, for her, but rather the slight pulsing inside her ear, somewhere behind her eardrum, a tell tale sign that there was a further congestion inside. It wasn't even all that painful, for now, it was just that her balance had certainly seen better days. And turning as she did, it only made it worse. She felt herself losing her balance. She made a small strangled sound and vanished in a puff of purple mist, before she could actually fall. In the distance, there was a loud clang, as something heavy fell bonelessly on the floor. Then, a few moments later, she was back in another puff of purple.]

...I'm sorry. I'm not used to being this clumsy. What were you saying?

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko's hearing was getting worse..but thankfully, she could make out what the woman said, even if it sounded like she was whispering. She wasn't sure what was up with the purple puffs..but it had to be part of the way the woman could teleport.]

You do. You keep moving like you're drunk..and if you're that clumsy, you should probably get some rest and some medicine. If you need help getting to your dorm room, I'll be happy to take you.

[thebigsister]

It's alright.

[Eleanor shrugs.]

I feel like I have to keep moving, otherwise my body won't recover quickly enough. I appreciate the offer, though.

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko shook her head.]

No..if you keep moving, you'll only hurt yourself later on..you really do need to get in bed and rest.

[After all, if this girl ran into some monsters or went into a dangerous room, she would die. Tohko wasn't going to let that happen!]

[thebigsister]

But that's boring.

[She will ignore the fact that that's probably what one should do in the case of being sick. She's just expecting her ADAM enhanced metabolism to take care of this cold already.]

[tohko_amano]

Well..I could grab a couple of books for you. You could read while you rest.

above floor one;

[swordedpast]

[ He's only here to once again perform a fruitless hunt for more ingredients in the kitchens, but a huge, stumbling diving suit is more than enough of a distraction. ]

...are you serious?

[ And he reaches out to try to grab Eleanor before she can fall down the stairs. He doesn't seem the slightest bit fazed by how heavy something like that must be; he's stronger than he looks. ]

[thebigsister]

...yes?

[Then of course he grabs her, and because he's not doing it with ill intent, it doesn't trigger her sixth sense, and because it doesn't trigger her sixth sense he actually touches her, which is at the point she pulls her arm back and stumbles a few steps, half crouching.]

Please don't touch me without permission, it startles me.

[Very prim and proper, you know, except it sounds like her nose is congested.]

[swordedpast]

[He didn't expect that oddly polite reaction. So, out of surprise more than anything else, he steps back.]

You were going to fall. Jeez, don't wear something that big and clumsy if you can't navigate in it.

[thebigsister]

It's not heavy.

[...it kinda is, but she's considerably stronger than she looks.]

And I can too navigate it! My balance hasn't been the best today, that's aaaa---

[And then she nearly topples off the stair, but she vanishes into mist, teleporting elsewhere - the source of the loud crash you can hear in the distance, probably - before she comes back again, with another cloud of purple mist, still swaying.]

Urg.

[swordedpast]

[When she returns, he's jumped back into a tense half-crouch; her display of that ability has him wary and ready to fight if need be.]

It seems you have more problems than just your balance.

[thebigsister]

I do?

[This is a question. Because as far as she knows this pesky cold is all that's wrong with her. Ha. Haha. Oh god. Sob.]

[swordedpast]

[He straightens up a bit, some of the tension leaving him as she makes no attempt to attack. But he folds his arms.]

You're also stupid, if you're wandering around this tower while you're like that.

Hallway - second floor

[servessithis]

[Ah, it's the woman in the strange heavy armor again.]

Why is your light blue?

[You may notice that his eyes are redder than usual, and he sounds ready to pass out at any moment.]

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor stops a moment, swaying somewhat, even as she bends her knees a little to compensate for it.]

Blue? It's never been blue before.

[servessithis]

Well, it is very much blue.

[He coughs hard.] Damned sickness.

[thebigsister]

That's odd.

[There's a pause and a dangerous sway before she rights herself up again.]

The light, not the illness. I think half the Tower's sick these days.

[servessithis]

I noticed.

[He dry heaves a little, but gets it under control.]

I wasn't able to keep my last two meals down.

[Vomiting blood isn't fun.]

[thebigsister]

...that's unfortunate.

[And gross. Even though she's only thinking of nutrition bars.]

Isn't there medicine for it in the infirmary, though?

[servessithis]

I believe so.

[friendlyfiend]

[A'kin had almost teleported away as soon as he saw the armored figure. Strange appearances mean little to the fiend, but strange-looking beings wandering the halls at odd hours have usually turned out to be hostile and predatory tower creatures and he's not eager to fight them if he can avoid it.

The wobbly, stumbling gait of this particular denizen, though, is enough to give him pause- and when he sees her narrowly avoid a fall on the stairs, he hurries over.]

"Are you alright?"

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor makes a frustrated noise to herself, having long grown annoyed with her lack of coordination, today.]

Mostly, I think, yes.

[And then she got a good look at who asked, and her head tilted again, almost unnaturally so.]

Have I seen you before? I can't recall.

[friendlyfiend]

[A'kin peers back, trying to discern if there's anything about her posture or build that might be recognizable behind the obscuring helmet. He's fairly certain that his first impression is correct, but...]

I don't believe so; not with you banging around in this getup, at least. A 'face' like yours isn't easily forgotten.

[thebigsister]

Heh, that's a thing I get often.

[She sways back and forth, keeping her balance by nothing short of a miracle.]

People don't usually recognize me with the helmet off, either.