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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Oh, it's alright. Don't worry about it.
[The second time, Tohko looked around at all the beds, not knowing which one belonged to Eleanor.]
Which one is yours?
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This one.
[She reached up to her neck, fiddling a little before pulling the helmet off. And now, without it, Tohko can see her sulk.]
I still think this is unnecessary.
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You may think it's unnecessary, but it's best for both you and the people you protect that you got some rest.
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[Excuse her while she starts pulling needle and harpoon off.]
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[Liar. Tohko had small fevers before today, but she was doing her best to ignore them and press on.]
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[Eleanor is not amused, Tohko.]
If I can get sick, so can everyone else.
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You misunderstood me. I'm not saying that everyone else can't get sick. What I'm saying is that I don't get sick that often, so you shouldn't worry about infecting me. It probably won't happen, and if it does, it won't be your fault.
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...well, alright. But I still think it's not fair.
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How so?
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[She's throwing a tantrum. Also getting naked and changing into a simple, white dress.]
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[Tohko would advert her eyes until she put on that white dress.]