[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!]

Comments

[castintoflames]

Maedhros brings those hands to his chest, covering them with his own.

"I am resting. Do you see me exerting myself?"

[tar_minyatur]

Elros makes a happy noise at that.

"Eh. You're talking." He suggests with sleepy sass.

[castintoflames]

"Are you telling me to hush?" Maedhros pulls a face, "What a fine way to repay me for warming you!"

[tar_minyatur]

"Hush so we can both sleep."

Elros tugs at him. "Sleep is good for you."

[castintoflames]

Maedhros settles close to him, nuzzling his cheek against Elros's shoulder.

"If you can sleep, do so." he murmurs, closing his eyes with a small sigh.

[tar_minyatur]

"Only if you do too."

Elros insists. "No going off and doing anything crazy"

[castintoflames]

"I don't have the energy to do something crazy." he stretches out and offers himself as a pillow for his fosterling.

[tar_minyatur]

Elros takes the offer with a low huff.

"Good. Hopefully they find a cure soon."

[castintoflames]

Maedhros strokes back Elros's hair, smiling softly.

"They will. I did what I could to help. One of the Mages, Anders, has my blood."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros hums.

"I like Anders." He tells Maedhros, accepting the comfort. "He's who I went to after the dragonfight. He's nice, and kind. I think he's a little lonely, though."

[castintoflames]

"At least you went to someone capable." Maedhros is still a little bitter over that fiasco, "How do you propose we help alleviate his loneliness?"

As if he is one to talk.

[tar_minyatur]

"Dunno. Stop being mad that I went to him to get healed?"

[castintoflames]

"I am not angry with him." he answers tersely, "It is a relief he can heal so well."

[tar_minyatur]

"You sound mad."

Elros leans to look up at him.

[castintoflames]

"I'm...unhappy...with the circumstances that led to you being injured." and that he hadn't known.

[tar_minyatur]

"I'm sorry we hurt you by not telling. But you would have forbidden me, and there was no time to talk you round."

[castintoflames]

"Or I would have demanded to come along." there was that option too, Elros, "I'm not a complete ogre."

[tar_minyatur]

"I couldn't take the risk you might've refused. You and Maglor both, you're hovering like hummingbirds!"

[castintoflames]

"And?" he is unmoved, "That is family. Being loved is not easy."

[tar_minyatur]

"Which is why I didn't argue about taking Maglor, did I?"

[castintoflames]

"Oh he you told and involved." his nose wrinkles, "Is it because he is quieter?"

[tar_minyatur]

"It's because he's worse than you." Elros says flatly. "More unwell, I mean. He needs to see me, or he gets... upset."

[castintoflames]

He pales and goes very still. Yes, he knows his brother is unwell. It terrifies him that Maglor might leave him in the same way he had left him.

"He fears slumbering."

[tar_minyatur]

"Amongst other things." Elros pinches his nose.

"I'm no Elrond. I don't know how to help except by letting him hover. But you have Fingon. And I really am too old to need a babysitter."

[castintoflames]

"No, it's... He fears sleeping like Grandmother Miriel." he snorts softly and shifts, "Our intention is not to babysit. Our intention is to keep you."