[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

[tar_minyatur]

"Are you saying I'm not?" Elros elbows him for that.

[castintoflames]

"I love you, but yes." he makes a soft oomph sound - perhaps for Elros's benefit since he is teasing him.

[tar_minyatur]

"Rude." Elros sniffs and leans against him.

"I'll tell my future wife and grandkids about how rude my foster fathers were."

[castintoflames]

"I know." he snickers and wraps an arm around him, "They will be able to see straight through you."

Children have that talent and any wife of Elros must be as sharp-minded and mischievous as him.

[tar_minyatur]

"Maybe they won't!"

Elros sniffs back at him.

"I used to believe you!"

[castintoflames]

"If they do not, I worry for their intelligence!" he mimics the sniff, fighting down a smile, "Did you? Truly?"

How cute.

[tar_minyatur]

"I believed you when you told me the monster under the bed was friendly!"

[castintoflames]

"That wasn't a lie! He just wanted to be your friend." he chuckles, "You should have seen how furry he was!"

[tar_minyatur]

"Or you could have told me it wasn't real!"

[castintoflames]

"What do you mean?" straightest face ever, "Why would he be imaginary?"

[tar_minyatur]

He glares playfully.

"You're doing that on purpose!"

[castintoflames]

"But he was so good at conversation! You have no idea. A born diplomat if ever I saw one, though the fur would be off-putting for some."

This just in: Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian is full of it.

[tar_minyatur]

So full of it.

"Maedhros are you sitting there with a straight face and telling me you had diplomatic arguments with the monster under the bed."

[castintoflames]

This is why he's good with kids.

"I am." he smiles slowly, "Are you questioning me? That really isn't fair to him or me!"

[tar_minyatur]

Elros calls BS.

"I am not so much questioning as utterly in disbelief that you still insist on perpetuating this!"

[castintoflames]

"I taught you better than that, Elros. I spoke to him on your behalf since you were so frightened." he holds a serious expression for two seconds.

[tar_minyatur]

Elros just stares at him incredulously.

"I was six!"

[castintoflames]

"So small." he grins, "You were precious."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros pouts at him.

"Picking on the six year old is unfair."

[castintoflames]

"It's good for you!" Maedhros doesn't look apologetic, "I was trying to teach you that appearances aren't everything."

[tar_minyatur]

"You could have just told me it wasn't there!"

[castintoflames]

"Where's the fun in that?" he snorts, "My brothers would have never forgiven me for being so soft with you!"

[tar_minyatur]

[ Elros squints at him suspiciously ]

How is telling me it's not real being soft .

[castintoflames]

"Think of the missed opportunity for stories!" he tuts, "It's good to be creative."

[tar_minyatur]

"I was terrified!" He laughs.