Eleanor Lamb (
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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[She sounds terribly confident, save for the continuous swaying.]
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No..but you could, and your condition could get worse.
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[Sound advice! For when you're not sick, that is.]
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[:C]
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[Because she's of so much help right now.]
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[This is the most natural question in the world.]
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I can. I don't enjoy it, but I am capable. Why do you ask?
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[She shrugs.]
Still not sure you should take my place, though.
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[this is the important bit]
And I'm not drunk.
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[Circular conversations, yay!]
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I'm not so sick that I look like I'm about to topple over! In a situation like this, wouldn't it be better if the person that was more sick rested while the person that wasn't worked?
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