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towerofanimus2012-12-11 11:09 am
thebigsister) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-11 11:09 am
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[OPEN] I swear to drunk I'm not god.
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.]
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.]
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[He coughs hard.] Damned sickness.
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[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.
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[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.]
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[And gross. Even though she's only thinking of nutrition bars.]
Isn't there medicine for it in the infirmary, though?
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[She tilts her head to the side, then, slightly overbalancing herself, sways somewhat awkwardly before righting herself up.]
Pills or a serum or something.