7 was already not a fan of this whole human concept of being sick, and with the expedition team returning with the venom she was hoping for a swift recovery. She was not expecting for things to get much, much worse before they got better; she's burning up, can't get comfortable, and sleeps only when exhaustion overtakes her and not a moment sooner. It's a fitful sleep, even then, tossing and turning as she sweats through the fever.
Mild During her times of wakefulness, she's thrust into a fever-dream mess of twisted metal and broken bricks. Anyone that crowds her bed is either seen as one of her fellow dolls, which will get anything from a warm welcome to a glare and some not very nice words, or a hybrid of metal, bones, and cloth as a terrifying machine built to hunt her down.
Spicy The latter will be treated with as much force as she can muster. Someone confiscated her spear beforehand, right? Probably for the best. Doesn't mean she won't put up her best resistance; her whole body becomes a weapon in the absence of her spear, and she's pushing, pulling, swinging [weak] punches, and generally tangling herself up in the blankets.
Post Her fever finally breaks, the hallucinations subside, and she's finally able to rest comfortably. Once she's regained some strength through sleep, her appetite returns with a vengeance. Her first visit after being released from the hospital isn't her own home - it's at the Inn to catch a meal.
Feel free to join her here, but warning; she may threaten to eat anything you're not.
[[If you're joining her during a hallucination, please indicate which level of hallucination you would like; mild (doll) or spicy (machine)]]
7 - Recovery (mild/spicy/post) - ota
7 was already not a fan of this whole human concept of being sick, and with the expedition team returning with the venom she was hoping for a swift recovery. She was not expecting for things to get much, much worse before they got better; she's burning up, can't get comfortable, and sleeps only when exhaustion overtakes her and not a moment sooner. It's a fitful sleep, even then, tossing and turning as she sweats through the fever.
Mild
During her times of wakefulness, she's thrust into a fever-dream mess of twisted metal and broken bricks. Anyone that crowds her bed is either seen as one of her fellow dolls, which will get anything from a warm welcome to a glare and some not very nice words, or a hybrid of metal, bones, and cloth as a terrifying machine built to hunt her down.
Spicy
The latter will be treated with as much force as she can muster. Someone confiscated her spear beforehand, right? Probably for the best. Doesn't mean she won't put up her best resistance; her whole body becomes a weapon in the absence of her spear, and she's pushing, pulling, swinging [weak] punches, and generally tangling herself up in the blankets.
Post
Her fever finally breaks, the hallucinations subside, and she's finally able to rest comfortably. Once she's regained some strength through sleep, her appetite returns with a vengeance. Her first visit after being released from the hospital isn't her own home - it's at the Inn to catch a meal.
Feel free to join her here, but warning; she may threaten to eat anything you're not.
[[If you're joining her during a hallucination, please indicate which level of hallucination you would like; mild (doll) or spicy (machine)]]