[log] HOSPITAL JAMBOREE MARK TWO [closed]

[armoured]

Characters: Everyone in the pharmacy and hospital during the end of the event
Location Pharmacy and hospital
Date: Day 038, Various times
Summary: Event end badness
Warnings: Comas and memory loss and illnesses and all sorts.

This is a mingle log for everyone who is in the pharmacy or hospital at the end of the event. Just tag around throughout the day and both locations and try not to all die!

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[armoured]

Part One; Morning; Open to All

[Al doesn't know what's going on. No, that's an understatement, he feels like he's trapped in some crazy dream. He should be back at home in Resembool with his Mom and Ed, so why is he here? And... why is he wearing the armour that was propped up in his father's study? He shouldn't even be big enough to lift it, is that why he can't manage to gather the strength to open it up and get out?]

Help me, please... Brother? Mom?

[His voice is small and tremulous as he sits hunched in the corner of the hospital room, unaware that he's running a fever and forgotten everything from after his Mom got sick.]

Part Two; Closed to people in the hospital room; Late afternoon

[The fever has been increasing all day, along with aches and pains that made it hard to move at all. He wanted water and he wanted darkness, but all he had was the confusing reality of this hospital.

Until mid afternoon, when all of a sudden he just keeled over. A giant metal body in a coma on the floor, good luck lifting that.]

[OOC: Al will not be responding to the second prompt, this is for people discovering him and/or people who were with him at the time.]

1!

[maskintape]

[ Still groggy from a fitful night's sleep, Tim looks up from brushing his teeth (can it still be called brushing when he's having to use a finger? WHATEVER, TOOTHPASTE IS INVOLVED). Is Al talking to him? Because he couldn't quite make that out. ]

Hm? Say what?

[ He rinses quickly before heading over. Cautiously. Because voices that sound that tiny and quivery usually belong to scared people, and that's never good. ]

[armoured]

[The armour clanks as he looks up, too confused and feeling too feverish to question how he can see out of the eye holes of the helmet when he must be much too small.]

Who-- who are you? Where am I?

[maskintape]

[ Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

No.

Please. ]

Uh - Alphonse? Al. I'm - it's Tim.

[ He kneels so Al doesn't have to look up. This can't be happening. It can't be what he thinks, Al swore he couldn't get sick -- ]

You're - you're in Norfinbury hospital. You remember Norfinbury, right? With - with the snow.

1

[ossifragant]

[This has been... strange, to say the least; Greed doesn't know what to make of the situation, but he also hasn't exactly gone anywhere. Not now, now that he has found someone from his world.

He figures the kid's just had a nightmare; maybe, anyway. Greed doesn't have the best gauge of humans.]

Alphonse?

[armoured]

[He doesn't know how he manages to move the heavy metal armour well enough to turn and look at this stranger, but his head is swimming with fever too strongly to think too deeply on it for now.]

Who are you? How do you know my name?

[Where's his mother? He wants her so badly, she could always make the pain go away with just a touch of her cooling hand on his brow.]

2!

[dr_unconscious]

[It's Al's rapidly deteriorating condition that brought Clayton to the hospital in the first place, so it's Al that he looks for first. Thankfully a giant suit of armor is hard to miss, even in the hospital's general clutter--especially when it clatters on linoleum.]

[Clayton does a bit of a startled hop-and-skip in his speedy walk through the waiting area. His nerves are already frazzled from the situation in general and having to walk here through the caves on his own. Loud noises do not help things. Loud noises connected to sick people are even worse.]

--Al? [Yes, of course it's Al, who the fuck else would be wearing something like that? Clayton's voice noticeably wavers as he jogs his way over.] You still there bud? Al?

[He could waste time trying to get him to respond, but Clayton knows better than this. His first response instead is to carefully (as possible, given how heavy he is) roll Al onto his back and check his vitals. That shouldn't be too hard, he thinks.]

Alright, jus' hold still a moment... [Just gonna take off this pesky helmet here, that's fine...]

[maskintape]

[ After his conversation with Jay and a quick trip to scoop up some ice and snow into a pillowcase (he's helping,) Tim returns to where he left Al. God, this is all such a mess. Everything sucks. He is full to the brim with Tim-angst, much as his pillowcase is full of cold shit and his sideburns are filled with manliness. Today is, in short, a very very bad day. At least it can't get much worse, he thinks. No. Surely now he's hit the limit for badness. Surely. Surely.

And then he gets within sight of Al and of course Clayton is going to inadvertantly murder him. Of course. Naturally. What else would he come back to. Fan-fucking-tastic.

He drops the snow-filled pillow and breaks into a sprint. For a guy with relatively little legs, he sure can run. ]

NOOOOOOO--!

[ DAMN FUCKING RIGHT HE'S GOING FOR THE ELONGATED NO HERE. As he gets close enough, Tim hurls himself forward and envelops Clayton in the most flawless flying tackle ever conceived.

IT'S FUCKING AMAZING. ]

late afternoon; ota

[maskintape]

[ As soon as he feels able, Tim escapes the oppressive confines of the hospital and heads for the exit on the roof. He's not going anywhere - not yet, anyway - but he's desperately in need of some alone time so he can try to process what's happening.

There are two things that could be causing all this. His sickness, the tall faceless thing - that's the first option. It's pretty self-explanatory. He's spent time in close proximity to these people, and now they're sick. It doesn't take a genius to see the implications of that.

The other option is that something inside the hospital caused it. Some other source of the sickness is in there, and when the building was opened up it was released. It's also a pretty plausible theory - the timing can't be a coincidence.

Both these options mean that it's Tim's fault, and that Alex is right. He needs to stop getting people involved, even if it means he has to run away and hide.

He sits on the edge of the roof, looking out at the ice and snow, and tries not to cry. His back is to the hospital exit, so anyone who wants to approach Captain Sadsack is going to have to announce themselves. ]

Morning!

[genreblindness]

[After two days trapped in his own body, unable to do anything but watch helplessly, it's quite a relief when Jay finds himself back in control.

However, the relief's offset by the thought that's been whirling through his mind this entire time: This is it. It's over for him. He's no better off than Tim now. There's no hope left for him - not that there was much to begin with. This is going to happen again, and probably keep getting worse until there's nothing left of him, like Brian.

As such, he's not looking particularly cheerful as he searches for his friends in the hospital. At least it should be obvious from the lack of limping that he's back to normal.]

[maskintape]

[ Tim's taking a brief break from watching over Al when he spots Jay. It takes him a second or two to make sure that it's Jay-Jay, but as soon as he confirms it to himself he starts jogging towards him. ]

Jay! Jay!

[ It's not quite relief in his voice. It's way more complicated than that. ]

[genreblindness]

[Upon noticing Tim, his first instinct is to run the fuck away and never look anyone in the eye ever again because oh god everything is terrible.

He ignores that instinct.]

...Hey.

[There is definitely no relief in his voice. Just exhaustion and endless despair.]

[armoured]

[Al had spent most of the night pinning Jay down in case he became violent again, but he's already backed off into the corner when morning comes.

His head jerks up when he sees movement, but he doesn't raise to his feet or even try and stop Jay, like he should if he was still in his right mind.]

Are you-- are you okay?

[Was he another patient?]

[genreblindness]

[With no memory of his violent episode, Jay doesn't feel any more awkward around Al as he would anyone else. Which doesn't mean he doesn't feel awkward at all, because he definitely does.]

I, uh- I've been better.

morning; ota

[ossifragant]

[Greed has stayed in the hospital the entire time. It's been... strange, but he's begun to think that nothing will ever be normal in this place. He rubs at the spot where he was injected-- possibly bitten by a damn spider, but he otherwise feels entirely unharmed and unchanged.

Feeling entirely symptom-free, Greed instead will be spending his time trying to organize his pack, and curse once he realizes he no longer has any food at all.]

[neverbitten]

[Clementine doesn't feel that bad, all things considered, though her head's been throbbing dully and she feels a little nauseous. It's nowhere near as bad as others though. Honestly, she's just glad to have her body back.

She's just searching for some painkillers when she hears Greed's cursing from across the room.]

Hey. Are you okay?

[ossifragant]

[He looks up suddenly.

Why is it always kids who are worried about him? Still, he smiles.]

Everything's fine. I've just managed to run myself out of food, that's all. The building with food's pretty far from here, though, so I guess that's not a surprise.

morning/ambiguously daytime?? she's not going anywhere | OTA

[lancingintherain]

[Freya wakes up feeling horrible. It could just be food poisoning, or some kind of weird sickness lingering in one of the rooms from a previous Norfinbury inhabitant... but then again, the last time she felt dizzy and sick, she wound up hallucinating and trying to beat up several of her friends, so she's not going to wait around to see what's up this time.]

[she knows she needs to keep the others out of danger—and that means getting away to somewhere else, alone, before any hallucinations set in. Even though she can't really see or walk or think very well right now, and kind of wants to curl up and quietly die.]

[her strength finally gives out one floor away, after a terrible adventure filled with vertigo and stumbling into walls and nearly tripping down a flight of stairs, but she's at least made it into an empty patient room. She shoves a metal morgue table in front of the door to block any good samaritans from pushing it open, and then she sinks to the floor, rests her burning cheek against the cool tile, and waits for things to get worse.]

[maskintape]

[ He might be on a quest for angsty alone time (which shall hereafter be referred to as MOPEYQUEST), but that doesn't mean Tim isn't going to perform the traditional check everywhere for more meds ritual today. So before he heads on up to the roof, he runs a quick half-hearted search through some of the wards.

Ordinarily, a blocked door would simply be something to shrug at before moving on. Except Tim is pretty sure that these doors were all perfectly accessible yesterday, which means... ]

Hey! Hello?

[ He shoves at the door with his shoulder, but can't get it to open more than a crack. ]

Somebody in there? You need help getting out?

[lancingintherain]

[oh FUCK it's Tim. She freezes at his voice and tries to hold her breath to pretend like nobody's in this room, but then he shoves at the door—and hey it turns out lying in front of the table barricade wasn't the greatest plan, because when the door pushes it, the table hits her in the back and slides her an inch forward across the smooth floor, still curled in her sad ball.]

Ow. Tim—no, it's me—please, just... don't come in.

[even talking makes her feel dizzy, and she stops to catch her breath.]

[dr_unconscious]

[Hello Freya, were you worried about good samaritans? Unfortunately one's been called over from the pharmacy and he's very persistent. You've met him? Maybe? You know, the dumbass with the toes?]

[Anyway, he's here and he's politely knocking on the door.]

Freya? [To his credit, Clayton's voice is soft and level, albeit inescapably laced with concern. Anyone who's barred themselves in a room should not be needlessly stressed.] Can ya hear me?

[lancingintherain]

[without her tablet, she has no way of checking the time, and the way she keeps drifting in and out of restless, feverish sleep makes it even harder to tell how long it's been since Tim left. She's changed positions on the floor a few times, each new one just as uncomfortable as the last, but otherwise she's just as he left her: curled up on her side next to the door, shivering, her arms wrapped loosely around her middle.]

[so much for the aspirin Tim left her—all its done is made her more miserable, not less. It turns out that taking three aspirin on an empty stomach when you're already nauseous is an absolutely terrible idea.]

...Clayton.

[she sighs out his name, resigned. She's not happy he's here, putting himself in harm's way in Bad News Hospital, but a small, selfish part of her is happy to not be alone anymore.]

PHARMACY PARTY WOOO | Morning

[itsasteamroller]

[Dio's morning was not a fun time.

If he looked back on his initial reaction to being paralyzed, he would have kicked himself for it. It was absolutely shameful how he let himself get so carried away about anxieties that he shouldn't even have, but being stuck in this horrible place was making thoughts and memories best left aside start to bubble to the surface, and even if he should be used to the paralysis before and after a shot by now, being unable to move was much too close for comfort for him, still, even after almost five years of complete freedom. He immediately wakes up during the shot and tries to call out anything at all, but can't, and whatever he's trying to say comes out as wordless and muffled yelling. He's so caught up in being bound that he even forgets he's around other people now and spends the next few minutes trying to move his arms in vain, move anything, get his jaw to work or make more noises so he could actually talk, but eventually he tries to dial it back by taking a few (or a lot of) deep breaths until his heart stops wanting to pop out of his chest. Wait it out. It's fine. It's temporary. It isn't as if he's physically trapped...

Eventually, slowly, Dio's limbs can move again, but he doesn't get up and move around. Instead, he lays on his side and starts hugging himself a bit (feeling Jonathan's arms around him was always so nice...) and going very quiet, not facing either Clayton or Enoch.

How embarrassing.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cP0VoI0nqsU

[dr_unconscious]

[Clayton is used to this. Snowhell did not have to condition him--he's been through enough awkward out-of-body experiences in his life to handle being paralyzed for a few minutes, and this, although a little disconcerting because it's caused by something out of his control, isn't so different. He is still and calm and patient.]

[Such feelings rapidly go away once he hears Dio screaming. Then he's feeling very impatient for the feeling to return to his limbs so he can roll and scrabble to his feet, get his bearings, and actually figure out what the flying shit is happening to Dio. Who was, coincidentally, out of Clayton's field of vision during all of this. Sleeping facing the wall is apparently more problematic than it sounds around here.]

[Anyways, Dio has gone from incoherent panicked yelling to curling up in the fetal position and going completely silent, and that doesn't seem like a good thing. Clayton takes a cautious, stumbling step in his direction.]

...Dio? You alright over there?

[itsasteamroller]

[Oh no, you know, this is fine. He's fine. He'll just, uhh, lie here on the floor until he actually feels like moving again, so for the moment he waves his hand at Clayton in a dismissive gesture, but it's still noticeably shaky.]

...Yes. [Clayton's voice sounded much too loud for his tastes this morning anyway. Best if he sends him off.] It's fine. I'm- [Wait... Something doesn't feel right. Maybe if he just turns to his other side, the off feeling will go away? Which Dio does, experimentally, but still doesn't bother to actually get up just yet.]