[Open] They're coming to take me away ho-ho hee-hee ha-haaa, to the infirmary!

[nadasharillen]

WHO: Everyone under quarantine who's sick
WHAT: Attempt to round up all the blueflu affected into a shared space
WHEN: During Phase 3, after quarantine announcement
WHERE: the Gallows and infirmary
NOTES: Please post your relevant content warnings in the headers of responses, all you beautiful hallucinating/sh*t losing butterflies ♥

With the Rifters drifting in and out of memory, the Templar needing a near constant slow infusion of lyrium--some needing to be doped up with sleeping draughts as fast as Colin, Christine, and the others who’ve devoted their time to the pursuit can make them--and the runners moving slower and slower as they sleep less and less, it's decided that moving everyone to a more easily watchable location for care would be the best, and safest, play.

[Nahariel, Colin, Audra, and any others who remain blessedly unaffected and volunteer are headed out to wrangle you... u mad?]

I. This is Fine

Coming (semi-)quietly? Drop a tag here to let us know, or if there's anything you want anyone to know about your movement, or if you want to hang with others in your new vaguely slapdash home. You live here now.


II. You'll pry my room out of my cold dead hands!

They're going to try to push for it, but aren't going to force you. They do need to know where you are, especially the Rifters... who keep being forgotten just this side of entirely. Your location information is going to be taken down, and they'll continue to come visit you. This can be handwaved, or we can thread it out!

[If you'd like your poor sick bb to be dragged out kicking and screaming, go ahead and indicate that in your tag. Alternately, send me a line @ shaestorms and we can figure out how to pry you loose together. Once you're there, throw a tag to whine about it if you like!]

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[hallabackdir]

After observing the man for quite some time, Haldir can't help but to try something to calm him. He knew not what ailed him exactly, but his heart was pained watching him rage and crumble. He had seen inklings of such behavior, even in himself after years of war, but never with such ferocity.

He waited until the another wave of rage ebbed, and approached him softly keeping his distance, as he would a wounded animal. He sat, and took out one of the smallish apples he had brought with him, placing it between them.

"I mean no harm. I too feel uneasy being here. Would you like an apple?"

[onlyhymns]

Cade sits on his cot, spent and desolate, with his hands draped between his knees as though he doesn't even have the strength to lift his arms. He looks up when someone sits beside him, glances at Haldir's face, doesn't recognize it, and quietly takes the apple. Instead of eating it, he just looks at it, turning it in his hand like a jewel or some other gift, the value of which he can't conceive.
"Thank you," he murmurs, his tone the quiet, halting one of a shy boy in the schoolyard.

[hallabackdir]

When his presence isn't immediately treated as unwelcome, he allowed himself to settle into the space a bit more. He studied the man as he examined the apple curiously. His timid demeanor at the moment is quite different that the bouts of anger he'd witnessed before. He seemed a contradiction, with pain and sorrow seemed etched across his face. Haldir had never been as tired or as achy as he was now, and if this man was suffering a similar fate he was as well. He found another apple, and cleaned it off on his shirt sleeve.

"Are you hungry? I have some cheese as well. Best to keep your strength up." He took a bite with a satisfying crunch. He had gotten used to needing to eat regularly, at least enough to keep some food on his person. He chewed a little, and after swallowing he looked back at him. "I'm called Haldir."

[onlyhymns]

Holding the apple is grounding, in its way, and Cade keeps turning it over and staring at it. When asked if he's hungry, he hesitates, then shakes his head; he fears he may vomit if he tries to eat anything. But at least he's awake, and able to converse, or at least to react to a conversation.

"Cade," he replies, on a low and shameful level glad he remembered his own name.

[hallabackdir]

He gave a polite nod, and a ghost of a smile. "Nice to meet you."

He sits for a while, deep in thought. The other man doesn't move to eat, but he doesn't press the issue.

"How is it you came to be here, Cade?"

[onlyhymns]

"Here?" Cade asks, glancing around the tent, already feeling that pang of fear at not knowing what the stranger means. "...in... in the infirmary?" It's where he is, he recognizes that. That's a good sign.

[hallabackdir]

He smiles, patiently nodding.

"Yes. It is somewhat more apparent why I-" he gestured to the new blue hue his skin had taken lately, "-am cooped up here. I dislike being shut within such tight spaces, but it has been deemed necessary. Has the same thing happened to you? Perhaps we can distract one another?"

[onlyhymns]

"...I.... think so." Cade looks from Haldir to his own hands, which are tinted similarly; contextually, he can only infer that they're here for the same reason. "I've been..." He pauses for a bit too long, trying to find the words in an abyss of floating thoughts. "...going away, I think."

[hallabackdir]

Haldir's polite smile shifted into a sad one, and he looked down at his hands in kind.

"Yes. I believe I too will be...going away." He sighed, and then looked back up at him. "It is a bit frightening, I will admit. There is more I wish I could have done. But, fate is sometimes cruel. Is there anything I can do to help? It would be nice to be of use, even if it is something small."

[onlyhymns]

"I don't know," Cade admits, still looking at his hands. "Do you know what's happening?" He can't ask for help with something when he isn't even clear on what the thing is, on how it's wrong.