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[handelaar]

[Netherlands is in the Oxygen Gardens, looking more worried than pissy for once, brows upward- rather than downward-knit. Somewhere in the background there's a roughshod shed, and anyone who frequents the Gardens often enough will recognize that it's the second level, makeshift chicken coop a few meters behind, all locked up and uncharacteristically silent.

An unlit cigarette is jammed in the corner of his mouth; it bobs as he speaks.]

They're sick. The chickens.

[And by that he means: they're all sick. All the chickens. Every chicken. He takes a second to light his smoke, shifts his weight, and with the next he sails right past distressed and into something borderline despairing.]

Rabbit's sick too. Need someone to help him.

[... uh.]

Please.

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[overdraws]

Sick? Sick how?

[handelaar]

Won't do shit.

[What that is a perfectly acceptable explanation according to him.]

Won't eat. Sleep a lot. Look like they're sick.

[overdraws]

Is it contagious?

[handelaar]

Uh. Dunno.

[overdraws]

...That's reassuring.

[milagros]

( briefly-- )

My name is Dr Gallo, with Medical. I'll be down in half an hour.

[invisibilitea]

Oh-

But will they die, then?

voice;

[trusted]

With the same thing?

[handelaar]

Netherlands. Know where to go, right.

[milagros]

Yes.

( ... it's entirely possible they're not going to use more than twenty words between them for this entire encounter. )

[handelaar]

[His ideal encounter, really. That's okay we have smalltext to sustain us.]

Mm.

[Aaaaand click. Thirty minutes later sees him waiting exactly where he was for the broadcast, smoking just like he was before, and shifting from foot to foot in what might be an obvious effort in not pacing a path in the ground.]

[handelaar]

If no one helps, yeah.

[Dude sounds mildly outraged over the thought.]

voice;

[handelaar]

I uh. Don't know. Same symptoms.

[handelaar]

I'm not sick yet.

[That is optimism for him.]

[overdraws]

[ Hey, it's a silver lining. ] That's good, at least?

[handelaar]

So you've got a pet.

[Assumption, that's his middle name.]

[overdraws]

Not anymore. [ She's kinda sad about it. ] I'm more worried about what'll happen if we all get sick again.

[handelaar]

[...o-oh.]

What was it, then.

[And-]

I'm not.

[overdraws]

My best friend and I had a dog and a cat, but they vanished last jump.

[handelaar]

Got a cat.


What do you have now, then.

[overdraws]

For a pet? Nothing.

action I WANNA LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE i love the nightliiiiife

[milagros]

( she hasn't brought anything with her; she is)

Them, first? If you could bring me the rabbit.

( god, this is her fucking life now. dead 'people' and bunny fucking rabbits.

but they don't actually have a vet on board, and the manipulation of living tissue doesn't discern between flora or fauna, much less human or animal, so she may as well be the most qualified person to take care of this, which ... is why she volunteered, recognizing her own responsibility. and the fact she's noticed what's up, too, and she wants a better look at something not protected by the nanites that are working so much harder this month.

that part she's not going to volunteer as a motivation, mind you. goodness of her fucking heart. )

[invisibilitea]

I don't know anything about animals but if you need some help, I can.

voice;

[trusted]

Huh. I didn't think animals usually worked that way.

What're the symptoms?

[handelaar]

Want one?