Skulduggery Pleasant
14 June 2012 @ 12:46 am
Anyone fancy joining me for a little adventuring? Anyone who was thinking of sneaking down to the depths alone are exactly the sort of people I'd like to trail along after.

I promise I'll make it interesting.

[a bit of a pause, then:] This offer is not for those of you who are feeling ill. And this is especially not for those of you who I know who are feeling ill. [another brief pause, then...] That's a thinly veiled attempt at me asking how my friends aboard the ship might be feeling.
 
 
ROBIN & b01 ;
14 June 2012 @ 11:39 am
Okay, so now that we've pretty well determined this whole feeling like crap thing is kind of a club a lot of us are gonna need the t-shirts for-

[ Robin doesn't look so hot. But then who does right now? There's tiny beads of sweat balling up where he's just recently wiped them away from his hairline, there's this darkening blue that's ebbing in patches at his mouth. He looks pale, which isn't so shocking when you consider what else his body's going through right now. Normally he wouldn't even post to the network like this, but all things considered, well. ]

[ He plants a hand onto the mattress underneath him, edging himself a bit more upright. His face twinges like he might wince, but he holds it in. ]


This isn't gonna make a lot of sense to a whole lot of you, so sorry about that, but for the people it does, [ and he leans in a little meaningfully, pressing his sunglasses firmly up his nose, ] we have gotta get a better way to communicate. Look, I can make a filter, but I have to know what numbers I'm dealing with here. It's a big ship. And I've got twenty bucks on me missing a person or two who might be here and I just haven't tripped over yet.

So. Assemble, or whatever.
 
 
Mattie Ross
14 June 2012 @ 03:02 pm
[ Mattie doesn't stalk the comms like a lot of people do -- it's just not something she's used to doing, news doesn't come in lightning-quick transmissions back home, and navigating the system and the terminology is still an effort. But she knows enough to be aware that there's an illness making the rounds. An illness she's starting to think she might have succumbed to.

Still, from the sounds of it, she ought to be able to tough it out. Dizziness and fever? She's dealt with both before. She knows your lips turn blue when you're too cold, so she's careful to stay bundled up. But it's becoming more challenging than she likes to admit, venturing out to get meals or do the work she signed up for in the garden. Eventually, she breaks down and reluctantly decides to ask for help. ]


If anyone is coming near the gardens, would you be willing to do me a service, and bring me something from the kitchens?

Perhaps an extra blanket as well, if there is one to spare.


[ooc: Mattie is camped out in the garden, so if your character hangs out there at all, running across her is a definite possibility. Erik will be coming to take her to medbay, but the post is open for network/action tags both before that happens and after she's been admitted. ]
 
 
36411- ᴛʏᴋᴇ × ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ᴋᴇᴇ
14 June 2012 @ 06:20 pm
[It's taken almost a day for Taylor to really think over everything and make a decision. She isn't the quickest on her own; it's easier to follow orders, but no one's giving them to her. Both Tommy and Dean are sick, probably more people that she hasn't even had a chance to check on, and she can't just sit around waiting to see if anyone that's followed the smile brings back anything that will help. She needs to move.]

Don't want to listen to that thing.
Don't want to wait until people are dead for it to be worth a shot.


[It's a heads up to all the people who know how loud she's been about not playing with the smile. She's giving over this time. She's got reason to.]

I'm going into the maze.
Could use some back up.
If anyone's capable + still around.
 
 
chell
14 June 2012 @ 07:10 pm
[it looks like someone's been taking notes! and unfortunately she's too sick to realize that she accidentally sent it out to the network as opposed to saving it on her communication device.]

blue
>eyes
>mouth
>fingers

>>bleeding
>>hot
>>ringing
>>can'tba lance --> wea rbosots

-rep ulsio n gel?

-cancer

-???

she's here
ge
t portalm gujnms


rtyuiiop'.dc

hello :)
>follow
>live

ma
ze


[chell's wandering the maze now. feel free to either respond (she'll respond with vague texts that are even vaguer than the norm) or interact with her at the maze.]
 
 
Ivan Braginski | Rossiyskaya Federatsiya
[Russia's used to lurking the network, picking apart posts and replies as if it's the only thing left in the world (and really, when you're bored and a bit of a hacker, there really isn't much left) but this sudden epidemic has him perking up and lurking about even more.

There's a bit of chaos, yes, but it's also entirely too orderly, why has this only happened on the seventh jump and why not beforehand? But more importantly, plague has a bit of the same affect as war in bringing out the most interesting aspects of humanity. He wants to see that in action in this ship, they're all isolated here and who knows how long it'll be till those who escape sickness, and perhaps even death, lose it? It's what prompts his text, slow with patience as he sits in the kitchen and plucks blurring letters.]


so weve got ourselves a plague and a maze have we? a really proper quest dont you think?

i wonder who thought this was a bright idea. "lets set a bunch of sick and dying into a labyrinth and see whos clever enough to leave a gold thread to follow. who knows maybe someone will even get the elixir before they start to die off."

that said, how many of us are sick? ten? twenty? more? guess we better head off then, tick tock were running out of time.


LOCKED TO NETHERLANDS; 60% )

[Eventually he'll get up and leave the kitchen with little more than some water and crackers, he's not been able to keep down much more lately. That'd probably be because Russia's started to worsen, nails and lips tinging blue, fever climbing, balance just as bad as the ringing in his ears. Its really not his fault as he stumbles into walls, really, it's the ship's.]