Gavroche Thenardier
23 August 2014 @ 12:15 am
[It's not cholera, he knows that much. Gavroche isn't sure what to do about being sick. Seeing doctors and getting medicine wasn't for people like him, it doens't even cross his mind that he could now.

He has one blanket wrapped around himself, but even in clothes without holes, he's still cold. And he's lost weight that he really can't afford to lose.]


Does anybody have an extra blanket I could use for a while?

[So cold]

This is spreading fast, even with all this empty space. Pardi, if it gets much worse we're all in trouble. If... people start dying with so many already sick.
 
 
amelia pond
23 August 2014 @ 11:31 am
[ it's just a voice post, because amy pond is just vain enough not to want to spread her puffy face over the network when she's ill, and she's feeling too awful to put any effort into her appearance, either.

her voice, too, sounds wrong- hoarse, interrupted by coughing.
]

Well, this is bloody miserable.

[ attached to the voice message is the fragment of a text message that, instead of finding its intended recipient, is now all over the network: ]

--- want pretzels. and ice.
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John Sheppard
23 August 2014 @ 11:51 am
 
[ Mr. John 'The Sickbay is Too Good For Me' Sheppard had been fighting the symptoms of illness valiantly ever since they'd begun. Now - frankly - he looks like shit. His eyes are hollowed out, his wrists are ragged with cuts, and sweat is clinging to every visible part of him. Oh, and he's still incredibly blue.

But that is not why he's posting to the network. That, in fact, would be because he just ripped his comms device off his belt an flung it at the closed door he's having a fight with. The communicator bounces off the wall and lands with a view of the dark stairwell above him, and viewers are subjected to the sound of him yelling and beating at the door with his fists, something which occasionally includes him backing across the frame and throwing himself with superhuman strength at the closed doors.

Which don't budge an inch.

After a moment he backs off, glowering with gold eyes at the closed door, before the recording light from the floor catches his attention, and he scoops up the device. He sits back on the second step behind him.
]

This is John Sheppard reporting for TCGFM news: I am officially done. Done. This ship can eat me. I'm not going round again. I'm not doing it. [ He swipes sweat off his scaled forehead, and enunciates: ] I am staying right here until whatever malicious, corridor switching, version of Doom Satan it is runs this place unlocks this door. You hear me? I'm done!

[ He pressed his fist into the center of his forehead briefly, then spoke again, and now most of the loathing had soaked out of his voice. ] Okay, so I've got time to burn. Let's talk sandwich fillings. Subway - remember Subway? - you can order anything, let's hear it.
 
 
M
23 August 2014 @ 11:57 am
This isn't the most pleasant of welcomes, is it? Symptoms seem to reflect impaired circulation to the brain. I'm no doctor, but I would suggest everybody increase their salt intake, orally or intravenously, and perhaps the ship-wide oxygen levels should be tested — independently of the regular instruments, if possible.

I have several questions:

Is it true that the higher floors are currently uninhabitable, and for what reason?

If I were looking to trade potentially valuable possessions or my artistic talents for some personal items I require, is there some sort of market or bartering system?

Is there any organized news system or newsletter circulated among ship residents or does blogging suffice? Is this network monitored? Censored?

Is there an agreed upon legal code or list of established rights of sapience (human or otherwise) that Security personnel enforce?

Thank you for your time.
 
 
malia tate
23 August 2014 @ 12:36 pm
 
I NEEd chains.

[ That's it. That's what you get. Oh, no, wait. She knows exactly what Stiles and Kira would suggest in this moment. She should ask nicely. It's less effort over text than in person, so even though she's rolling around miserably right now because she had it on good authority that weres don't really get sick unless it's wolfsbane, she can manage. ]

Please. :)

[ Be friendly!! ]
 
 
CASSANDRA ANDERSON
23 August 2014 @ 02:16 pm
Do you have chocolate, by any chance?

[ that was supposed to go to charles xavier only. ]
 
 
Hermione Jean Granger
23 August 2014 @ 11:22 pm
[Hermione is flushed and scowling. Either she is exceptionally embarrassed or she's sick.]

I can't keep anything down and I'm craving mint leaves. Not even the flavor of mint will do. I have to actually feel the texture and -

[Her hair - which is usually smoothed through the use of spells - is bordering on frizzy.]

I don't even mind if there is dirt on it!

[For someone who keeps her mouth clean - her parents taught her well - that fact is more than a little disturbing.]

I'm keeping myself far from the Oxygen Garden, but should I give into temptation, please don't think too poorly of me.

Anyway [She clears her throat.] I'm wondering if anyone else is having strange cravings? Is that apart of the illness that is going around?