sirenspull | May 22nd, 2012

May 22nd, 2012

[She's not looking as put-together as she usually is. Her braid is loosening, several strands of hair having escaped the binding. And there is a weary and distinctly melancholy expression in her eyes. It looks like she's had rather a long night.]

[But her own night doesn't matter. As she sits in the relative quiet of the on-call room, there is something that needs to be said, and this is more efficient than making several calls.]

My regrets to inform you all, that as of 9:37PM last night, Kuchiki Byakuya has succumbed to his illness. [Her voice is even and steady, though it's clear she's found this difficult to say. It's never easy when one of your children dies, blood or not, doctor or not.]

[[OOC: Backdated to around 9AM. Anyone who's had ongoing CR with Byakuya in a friendly or professional capacity can see this; Unohana is aware of most of you. So that would mean friends, NPP people, whatever.]]

Current Mood: melancholy

paterelohim

[Chuck, to put it delicately- he looks like shit. Warmed-over horse manure. Pale, sweating, shaking, lips chapped, breathing a little labored- he's obviously extremely sick. Despite this, he isn't in a hospital, but his own home. And despite this, he rubs his hands together, licks his lips, and manages to look a little lively.]

Okay, so- [Hold on, coughing.] I've been thinking.

[He backs off a little, revealing something shocking: he's in the wheelchair he was in for three months, that he hasn't touched in almost eight. It's a hover-chair, as some might remember- hovering two feet off the ground. There's an IV drip attached to it, hooked to Chuck's arm.]

I mean... we're all pretty much sick now. People are dying. It's awful. But you know, I think one of the worst things about plagues - [ha ha another horrible, hacking, rough coughing fit!] - fuck, is- the emotional aspect of it, you know? The isolation.

Millions of people died in Europe, but I bet almost none of them wanted to talk about it. Why... why would they. Everyone was suffering the same. Nobody wanted to just whine. But that doesn't mean that all the things bothering us just go away. We don't just lose our albatrosses because we got sick.

They say stress can affect your body. Being stressed or alone can make you die younger.

[You see, Chuck knows what the plague is. Thanks to an extremely helpful angel, he knows how to cure it. He knows He can cure it. It's not like He even has a choice about this- it's more like a calling. An obligation. There has to be a reason He went from healthy to throwing up and passing out within six hours, right? Clearly, Chuck has some shit He feels guilty about. And if there was ever a time to let loose some of that walled-up Power... it'd be now.

After all, they say only God can forgive.]

Maybe it's not the way to go. Maybe one way to help get through this is to not wall ourselves off like that- you know?

I mean, whatever happens... there aren't any new experiences or. or original thoughts. Whatever's tormenting you, there's someone out here who gets it.

There's always someone who can understand.

mademyhell

[To put it mildly, Trauma was an idiot. He somehow got it into his head that he was totally alright to go get water for himself in the middle of the night, despite the fact that he's basically been asleep all day. Not normally an idiot move, but not calling for anyone in the house when the dizzy spell turned into just a general dizziness he couldn't get rid of, really was. This is how your not so friendly neighborhood boggart found himself sitting on the floor of the kitchen, and trying very hard to come up with new and interesting ways to sabotage Claudio's pet science project for bothering him. Also known as, the robot dog has a) been following him, and b) has turned on it's NV feature without informing Trauma.]

-Said, Leave me alone. ….Go. ….Now….Away.

….I'm fine. What part of I'm fine don't you get, you-

Owen. Go get Claudio. [When that doesn't work, Trauma pulls his head up from his knees to glare at the dog. He looks positively miserable, and even though he naturally has the color palette of a Tim Burton film, he's exceptionally pale. All the glare succeeds in, is the dog barking at him and he cringes because jesus fuck, his head hurts and that's not a nice sound.]

..Fetch! Do….Something! Else!

[According to the look on Trauma's face, the dog does nothing.]

Stupid dog! I told you. Go annoy Claudio or Gabrie-[Trauma cuts himself off by getting stuck in a coughing fit, and judging by the camera angle, Owen sidles himself up alongside Trauma while he's hacking up a lung, and sits down. Trauma's mostly out of frame, but it's still obvious the moment he gives up on telling the robo-dog to go away because, after a long moment, he goes to pet it and ends up mostly covering the lens with his hand]

….Goddamn it.

thepull_mods

Tuesday, May 22nd 2012

Weather Cloudy with a few showers. Risk of a thunderstorm in the evening. High 13°C and a low of 9°C (55deg;F/48°F)

Current Moon Phase: New Moon

Morning sirens go off at 5:23am, and evening sirens are at 8:54pm.

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( OOC: Outbreak Plot info detailed HERE)
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[ News Notification Thread]

gavesugar

[Sheila has a grand total of one major regret in her life. Perhaps it's because of this her version of the illness is rather mild; chills and fever, a little cough. Nothing that might kill her...]

If any among ye wish to seek small comfort, I hath boil'd honey with ginger peel and distilled it into club soda. It might give small comfort to those with a milder version of the illness, as I hath.

[The feed cuts here.]

crowsicle

[Though usually talkative, Davesprite only has two lines to post today.]

( OOC cut for color )

break me out of pediatric ward
will pay with body

[[OOC: Permissions post here for those who want to opt into his typing quirk. Otherwise I reply with plain Courier.]]

integrity

As everyone is delicately tip-toeing around what a few select people have figured out, let me spell it out for you, for the individuals who lack the brain cells to rub together.

It's guilt. The feelings of guilt. Decisions that you regret. Things you've done that you wish you could have done differently. That is what is causing you all to be so sick, why certain people are targeted and certain people are supposedly immune.

If anything, you should stop feeling sorry for yourselves and start wondering why, exactly, some people are so healthy. Those are probably the people you should be watching warily -- because I doubt they're all saints.

In other news, Castiel is in a coma, which I'm sure is a grand surprise to all that know him and have connected piece A with piece B. Stop texting him and calling him. I'm going to feed the NV to my dog shortly if it keeps going off.

The first person to suggest that I take him to a hospital will have their throat cut.

Continue panicking at your leisure. I am going to return to my work.