address 2; filtered to her friends & medical

[cabins]

[Laura is once again on the feed, this time looking worse for ware. She's pale and clammy, wrapped up in a blanket or twelve. Beads of sweat are visible on her forehead, and it's quite clear that, like others on-board, she's quite sick.]

I'm afraid the cold that is going around has hit me rather hard.

[She coughs, and it wracks her entire body. Laura's used to appearing in-charge and put-together. And right now? She's the opposite of that. Fragile. Human. Mortal. Dying.]

If- I don't trust myself to leave my room. If someone could arrange for anyone from medical, Peter, perhaps?, to visit me, I would appreciate it.

I...

[She looks towards her right, off the camera.]

I fear the cancer has taken advantage of this illness.

Comments

[majestyofthethrone]

It hit a lot of us hard.

Do you need food?

[cabins]

oh no. I couldn't possibly eat.

[majestyofthethrone]

You probably should.

[cabins]

I know I should, you're correct.

[majestyofthethrone]

I'm sure someone would bring you something.

not here.

[xerampelinae]

[ ...but surprise, guess who's in Medical.

There's no taunting reply or any outreach to provide help; the most helpful thing Caprica can do, she imagines, as she replays the President's little video, is be as a ghost. Fingernails tick over the smooth surface of her comms device thoughtfully.

(Fragile. Human.)

But that is all.

(Mortal. Dying.)

If only they knew, back home. ]

[askedtobe]

Course I could come visit you. If you feel up to it, I could head over now.

[cabins]

Of course. Feel free. If anything, I'd like to be assured that this is simply just a cold and nothing worse.

[askedtobe]

Stick people in a confined space and unleash the cold and this is what we get.

[ Not that he believes that for a hot second. ]

[cabins]

I've seen it happen before. One of our hangar bays was, ah, converted into a refuge camp.

[askedtobe]

Did it help? Not that i'm thinking we should follow suit.

[oldmanhusker]

Laura?

[There's a hint of alarm. More than a hint. It's not the worst state he's ever seen her in, but he still doesn't like it. The last thing she needed was to pick up this bug on top of her existing illness.]

Do you need me to bring you anything?

[He's showing up regardless, which she can probably guess by the motion. It's just whether he'll do so empty handed.]

[cabins]

Could you manage to bring a book? [She tries to smile at him over the feed. Look at that. He's using the network.]

There has to be something interesting on board.

[oldmanhusker]

[There are people he loves more than he hates networks]

I'll stop by the library on my way.

[cabins]

You're wonderful, Bill.

[oldmanhusker]

You're important to me.

[Not just important, that's not news. Important to him.]

[brainsqueeze]

What do you need?

[cabins]

company, perhaps. If you're feeling up to it. I won't force you to stay

[brainsqueeze]

I'll be there. What's your room number?

[cabins]

Thank you. There's a matter of security I wish to discuss. Health permitting.

I'm in [Room]

[brainsqueeze]

I'll be down shortly.

( Although Maria had left almost straight after this message it's a little closer to half an hour when she actually appears - door and lift troubles stopping her on her way. But sure enough there's a knock/door buzz/alert of some kind that lets Laura know that Maria is there )

[voice he is not using video he looks awful]

[cargojet]

You really should eat something, Laura.

[cabins]

I know. I don't have an appetite. Not in the least.

How are you holding up, dear?

[cargojet]

Well if you start calling me 'dear' I reckon it'll be slippers and a walker for me for sure. Not great either, to tell you the truth.

But at least I'm still forcing myself to eat. You need your strength.

[cabins]

I think you would look marvelous with a walker.

I know. With Six on board and everything. I just need confirmation that this isn't the end.