[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

[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.