[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 1: Symptoms Manifest & Reaction

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 13-18 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the first of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Illness Presents and Putting Heads Together will have their own top-levels in this post, but you may make separate top-levels for whatever you like! Anything is welcome, as long as it tangentially relates to the Worried/Sick plot.

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

Comments

[imareporter]

"Well we both write." He points, "Or aim to teach and explain. S'what I do at least."

He looks a little distant, a little misty, "I love it. And a good reporter is never afraid to get their hands dirty."

[locum_tenens]

Niska knows her hands are plenty dirty, but that's from defending her family, not what she teaches. "I had a single pupil," she says. "He's clever enough now, so I don't have much purpose there, and I've moved on from where I was after that."

After David, after the suicide, after she got put in a whorehouse. She grabs the table and reminds herself not to dent it with the steel under her skin, eyes wide and unblinking as she studies the blood.

"This is pointless without a cure to test," she says, of the blood.

[imareporter]

"...Time to take it to the scientists?" He pauses, considering her, "Do they have any ideas?"

I could tell it to you if you drank it. Venom's voice is slow, I could. I know I could-

"No!"

Just random words. Bursting out. No big deal right?

[locum_tenens]

Niska doesn't react with anything more than a lift of her brow. She's already gleaned that he must have some mental condition or a habit that makes him talk to herself. For a synth who's had other people hack into her head recently, she can sympathize.

"Do you not want to hear if they have any ideas, or are you just very emphatic about knowing they don't?" she asks, the sarcasm thick in her voice.

[imareporter]

He slams his foot down hard, "What? sorry that was a roach."

His face remains totally frozen, nonplussed, "...We can totally see if they have ideas. Absolutely."

[locum_tenens]

Should she point out to him that the level of bugs within the hospital is non-existent thanks to severe cleaning protocols? No. She rather likes the idea better of playing along, because he must have some sort of reason for it.

What it is, Niska has no idea, but she'll pretend. "Then, run along," she prompts, even as she watches him, wondering what other personality quirks this man has. "I have to be a medic. You can go shout at other people."