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Who: John Watson (

enarms) & various & you!
What: Plague-time shenanigans. A plot duration catch-all.
When: October!
Where: The Sanctuary, the station, peoples' homes, the institute maybe, etc.
Warning(s): Sickness! Talk about the political climate they've landed in/warfare/general nastiness perhaps eventually. will update as necessary!

sanctuary

i (a) : [ in the Sanctuary, John's a fluctuating presence - but when he is there, he's good to patients, does his best to build some sort of rapport. mostly it's because beyond the standard checks and swapping of the cooling cloths and easing of the aches and shivers that come along with this damned thing, there's nothing else he can do. it does mean that out on the clinic floor the oftentimes difficult doctor is doing his best to share smiles and laughs with lucid patients. if you're in here for the long haul, chances are Doctor Watson's coming over to check on you. feel free to crack a joke, he'll probably laugh. ]

i (b) : [ but the ward floor isn't the only place to be in the Sanctuary, and John can sometimes be found in staff only areas looking a lot less optimistic than he tries his best to look for the ever increasing masses of people struggling their way through this infection. tired, chased, expression set into a solemn mask as he tries to think sense into the things he knows, or work out what to do next.

sometimes he's stamping hurried messages into his phone, sometimes he's staring at walls as he waits for a kettle to boil, but chances are good if you approach him in one of these pensive, frowning moments you'll get a bit more out of him than you would from the smiling man on his rounds. ]

out and about

ii : [ ever since John woke up one afternoon to the news of an attack in the busy morning marketplace, he's been on the go. from his place to the Sanctuary, the Sanctuary to the Institute, the Institute to wherever he's needed, he's barely stopped. you might find him now, in a moment of inevitable exhaustion, perched on a wall or a step or somewhere else not built for sitting with his doctor's pack full of supplies strapped firmly to his back, water bottle in his (gloved) hand and close to spilling or phone in his hand and close to falling as he drifts somewhere between sleep and waking. ]

iii : [ at semi-regular intervals, John arrives at the Institute to deliver a new collection of samples from patients freshly arrived to keep the people investigating this illness up to date with the most current forms of the infection. approach him to collect the most recent batch? stop him for an update on how things are at the Sanctuary? want to share some information with him from your most recent findings (he always asks upon delivery, you may have noticed by now)? ]

iv : [ at one point, after a trip up to the station, John's giving himself five minutes to actually stop, sit down, and eat something. you can find him at a table in the mess hall, avoiding the instinct to rush through eating the bowl of stew and bread he's collected for himself. the last thing he needs right at this particular moment is indigestion. join him? ]

wildcard/build your own adventure : [ he's travelling around basically all over the place, including:

the station
the institute
around town in search of DISEASE PEDLARS WHO DOES THIS
the residential areas to help refugees who haven't gone to the Sanctuary

so there's every chance that you may bump into a doctor kitted up with a mask, gloves and a bag full of medical supplies (or, sometimes, samples from infected individuals) anywhere you might happen to be. ]

[ ooc: more prompts may follow!! but if you want something specific, feel free to leave me your own starter or come and plot either in a PM or at

enarms! or! if your character would contact a doctor (or John specifically), feel free to hop into John's inbox and we'll hash something out icly that way! his contact info is publicly available via the network and he's actively invited people to use it so feel free! ]

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[Dorian knows those moments well. They came after dead ends at the Institute, failed concoctions leading to dead ends leading to frustration beyond what he thought he had the capacity for. But his trip here isn't to gather symptoms this time around, so when slides into the seat across from John, it isn't with as cross of an expression that it could be. In fact, it might even be kind.]

They're less miserable than they would be without you, you know.

[ It's after four in the afternoon, some hours after her morning talk with John, that the pale elezen woman passes through the doors of the Sanctuary. Burdened with a white cardboard box, and several cups marked with whimsical dragon patterns. A few questions and one less cup of tea later, she steps into the small mess hall, then makes a beeline for the doctor.

And carefully sets down her burden with a small smile. ]

I am glad to see you've made time to eat. I had not realised just how busy it had become within the last day.

Still with us?

[As opposed to outer space. Claire announces her presence with soft words before putting a hand on his shoulder. While she's hardly left the Sanctuary since all of this started, she's aware he's been a busy bee, going from here to elsewhere and trying to keep on top of things.]

[ Cheryl's dramatic network had not been entirely well received, making theatrics out of her flu-like symptoms. days later it becomes clear that she was right, as people across the city progressively become more ill.

while her roommate is at the Institute, Cheryl takes advantage of a burst of energy and slips out of the house with the intention of going to the shops. as usual she's dressed to the nines, and Cheryl thinks she looks great. an outside observer is sure to notice that she's wearing sunglasses because the light makes her squint and she's sweating a little more than is appropriate for the temperature. she's also a little wobbly on her stilettos, but she's trying her best.

she walks past where John is seated on the steps of a building, paying him no mind. Cheryl stops a few steps past him, turning back as though she's heard something. ]

Jason? [ she finally sees John, and approaches him. ] Did you see where he went?

[ Ariadne hates being stuck at home sick. She hates feeling helpless. So despite the fact that she's sick and no one really knows how bad the illness is or anything, she's doing her best to go about her daily life as normally as she can, given the circumstances. Given where she is.

When she spots - is that the doctor she talked to on the network? It has to be. Man, he looks -]

You look about as bad as I feel. You sure you're not sick?

( cont. from here )

[ John doesn't take long after the dropped pin comes through: a bit of time to make sure his pack has the necessary medicines, equipment, a few containers for samples should he need them, then the location is a thought in his head and he's—

there. slightly disoriented - as he always is after the jump - in the middle of the room she's chosen, looking at a young woman he can only assume is, ]

Asta? Asta... Caplin?

[ spoken uncertainly, less because he isn't sure it's her and more because he has negative 30 confidence that he's pronounced her name correctly. ]

Edited 2017-10-10 17:12 (UTC)

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