song name SKRILLEX REMIX

[kimaris]

Who: Gaelio Bauduin (kimaris) & everyone who hasn't bounced because of my Skrillex joke
What: OO WAH AH AH AH DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS + a catch all for whatever I might need to post throughout the rest of the plot.
When: October 1st.
Where: Out and about.
Warning(s): Sickness? Drama?


[ The sound is deafening for a few seconds, and whatever Gaelio had been holding, about to purchase, is dropped back onto the table he'd picked it up from. It'll be long forgotten soon enough, anyway. An elbow comes up to cover his mouth and nose and he's leaning over to the owner of the stall to make sure they're alright. She seems to have the right idea, however, and begins running for it, so after a moment Gaelio's following in her footsteps through the purple haze.

It looks similar to something he's well acquainted with, but that's neither here nor there.

Once out of the fray, he's looking back at the market. No fires. None that he can see through the purple, at least. There also doesn't seem to be anyone in immediate danger around him. But he's still herding people away from the fog, not that... it appears to be helping. Because in the chaos, he's finally succumbing to the effects of the gas.

It's absolutely gas. Of what kind, he has no idea. It's fine, he'll just lean against this wall in a side alley for awhile touching his forehead with his fingers. Coughing a few times. Looking like he's about to pass out. It's fine.

OOC: This super simple prompt is up for anyone! Especially if you want your character to get sick, yeah. If you'd like something specific or if we've talked about something, just hit me up with a blank and I'll write a starter for you! ]

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ein.

[kimaris]

[ Later in the day, once he's somehow managed to get back to his own bedding, he's found the phone and sent a quick message to Ein. A short address. You can find him here. It's not like he's been keeping it a secret but when sick he's not thinking straight, and... is just making sure.

His mask would be useful now. For now, he's gotten a medical mask instead. Unfortunately, he's not in bed like he should be, and is pacing (?) his living area while he waits. ]

[expendable]

[ Ein arrives promptly, not even occurring to him to text back asking what this is about. It seems simple enough in his mind. The Specialist Major texted him his present location, so here he is. Whatever Gaelio needs can be discussed in person. He's glad to hear from the man, in fact. He still needs to do complete rounds on all of his current associates, but he'd be lying to himself if he didn't acknowledge that Gaelio is one of the more pressing ones.

If not the most pressing one.

Either way, he makes his way to the indicated address and raps sharply on the door. ]

Sir? It's Ein Dalton.

[kimaris]

[ He briefly considers sending Ein back. It'd be no good to get him sick too, but... considering the lack of a proper quarantine, Gaelio is well aware that it wouldn't help much. If it's an air toxin, like how he ingested it himself, anyway. So, that brief pause aside, he's reaching over to open the door and taking a step back.

Gaelio looks... well enough, for a sick person. Even though his current affliction is still very much obvious to the keen eye. A thin sheen of sweat, a paler skin colour, a slight shiver; all uncommon for someone who is normally as healthy as Gaelio is. ]

Ein. [ His greeting is delivered solidly, at least. ] Were you near the markets today?