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rhygret) & various
What: Rhys's infection reaches stage 2
When: mid-Oct
Where: various
Warning(s): Attempts to remove cybernetics
[ All things considered Rhys think he's been handling being sick rather well. Sure he might have worn Jyn's patience a little with his constantly asking for things (tissue, coffee, dinner, lunch, breakfast, snacks, fluffing his pillows...the usual) but he's spent the majority of his time in a lump on the couch not doing a whole lot. He hasn't been taxing himself outside of the Bunkers & Badasses game, and though the event leaves him utterly exhausted and coughing up a storm later he relents and spends the next day sleeping for the most part. he wakes feeling...not much better honestly, but surely the worst of it is almost over. It's been a week now. Any day he'll start feeling like himself and he'll be on the mend.
Then the static starts. At first it's just small instances of white noise in the back of his head. It disappears when he pops his ears or rubs at his temple, comes and goes. Then it makes him feel lightheaded and awful. There's a churning in his stomach and he sits down to rub his temples when the beginnings of a headache start to take hold. Rhys pops a painkiller and goes to bed in the hopes that he'll stave it off entirely and when he wakes up things will be back to normal.
They aren't. ]
A: Who are you again?
[ When Rhys wakes up he's beyond disoriented. He feels faint and dizzy, he hurts all over and he can't remember how he got on couch. Did he fall asleep there? Why does he feel so awful? He's going to be late for work--
That he should in no way whatsoever be going anywhere let alone to work fails to occur to Rhys as he stumbles back to his room to try and get ready, and he gets most of the way there. His hair isn't styled perfectly and his dress shirt isn't tucked in, but Rhys drags himself out of the apartment anyway and begins to stumble his way into town.
Like a responsible, totally-not-sick-and-delirious adult. ]
B: Jack's Back, Baby
[ People find him, they take him home, and Rhys gets put back in bed in thankfully short order. He conks out almost immediately but wakes only a few hours later when suddenly, inexplicably, Rhys jolts awake. He has no idea why he startles the way he does but his ECHO eye lights up and out of reflex he activates the palm like on his arm despite the fact that it's only midday. Something woke him...right? He's awake because there was...there was...?
There's nothing. Just an empty room and a lot of dirty clothes on the floor. He really needs
"--to straighten up the place, huh cupcake? There's letting yourself go and then there's just being lazy Rhys. Three-day-old underwear on the nightstand? Seriously?"
Rhys freezes for the split-second it takes for shock to set in and have him flailing out of bed, arms windmilling when his legs get tangled in the bed sheets and he lands with a loud whump! on the floor. Sharp, cruelly delighted laughter reaches his ears even before he lifts his head to stare wide-eyed in disbelief at the flickering blue image of an all-too-familiar AI standing before him. Colour drains from his face as he opens his mouth, but sound fails to come out.
Jack cuts him off a second later.
"If you're looking to catch a bunch of flies there are easier ways than with that face. What's the matter cupcake? Surprise to see your ol' pal Jack again?"
He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks with obvious pleasure at Rhys's distress. He shakes his head at the vision--this can't be real, this has to be a mistake. The spiders. He'd heard Jack's voice when they were nearby, there must be spiders--
"Seriously? You think a bunch of bugs are responsible for this?" ]
Th...this is impossible. You're not here. Y...you can't be, I...
[ "You what? Murdered me?" Jack's grin only widens. "You think getting rid of me is that easy? You think I didn't know you'd turn on me Rhysie?" ]
This isn't real.
[ "Oh, but it is Rhys. And this time? I'm here to stay."
One hour later and Rhys is stumbling into the streets of the housing distracting, dishevelled and a stricken look on his face as the stumbles down the stairs and into and nearby wall, knocking over a garbage can. He doesn't even stop to try and pick it up or pay anyone else any mind--he's already struggling to bolt from the area, his cybernetic hand twitching and jerking erratically as his organic one grips it in the closest thing Rhys has ever managed to a death grip. ]
Get out of my head--!
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rhygret) & various What: Rhys's infection reaches stage 2
When: mid-Oct
Where: various
Warning(s): Attempts to remove cybernetics
[ All things considered Rhys think he's been handling being sick rather well. Sure he might have worn Jyn's patience a little with his constantly asking for things (tissue, coffee, dinner, lunch, breakfast, snacks, fluffing his pillows...the usual) but he's spent the majority of his time in a lump on the couch not doing a whole lot. He hasn't been taxing himself outside of the Bunkers & Badasses game, and though the event leaves him utterly exhausted and coughing up a storm later he relents and spends the next day sleeping for the most part. he wakes feeling...not much better honestly, but surely the worst of it is almost over. It's been a week now. Any day he'll start feeling like himself and he'll be on the mend.
Then the static starts. At first it's just small instances of white noise in the back of his head. It disappears when he pops his ears or rubs at his temple, comes and goes. Then it makes him feel lightheaded and awful. There's a churning in his stomach and he sits down to rub his temples when the beginnings of a headache start to take hold. Rhys pops a painkiller and goes to bed in the hopes that he'll stave it off entirely and when he wakes up things will be back to normal.
They aren't. ]
A: Who are you again?
[ When Rhys wakes up he's beyond disoriented. He feels faint and dizzy, he hurts all over and he can't remember how he got on couch. Did he fall asleep there? Why does he feel so awful? He's going to be late for work--
That he should in no way whatsoever be going anywhere let alone to work fails to occur to Rhys as he stumbles back to his room to try and get ready, and he gets most of the way there. His hair isn't styled perfectly and his dress shirt isn't tucked in, but Rhys drags himself out of the apartment anyway and begins to stumble his way into town.
Like a responsible, totally-not-sick-and-delirious adult. ]
B: Jack's Back, Baby
[ People find him, they take him home, and Rhys gets put back in bed in thankfully short order. He conks out almost immediately but wakes only a few hours later when suddenly, inexplicably, Rhys jolts awake. He has no idea why he startles the way he does but his ECHO eye lights up and out of reflex he activates the palm like on his arm despite the fact that it's only midday. Something woke him...right? He's awake because there was...there was...?
There's nothing. Just an empty room and a lot of dirty clothes on the floor. He really needs
"--to straighten up the place, huh cupcake? There's letting yourself go and then there's just being lazy Rhys. Three-day-old underwear on the nightstand? Seriously?"
Rhys freezes for the split-second it takes for shock to set in and have him flailing out of bed, arms windmilling when his legs get tangled in the bed sheets and he lands with a loud whump! on the floor. Sharp, cruelly delighted laughter reaches his ears even before he lifts his head to stare wide-eyed in disbelief at the flickering blue image of an all-too-familiar AI standing before him. Colour drains from his face as he opens his mouth, but sound fails to come out.
Jack cuts him off a second later.
"If you're looking to catch a bunch of flies there are easier ways than with that face. What's the matter cupcake? Surprise to see your ol' pal Jack again?"
He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks with obvious pleasure at Rhys's distress. He shakes his head at the vision--this can't be real, this has to be a mistake. The spiders. He'd heard Jack's voice when they were nearby, there must be spiders--
"Seriously? You think a bunch of bugs are responsible for this?" ]
Th...this is impossible. You're not here. Y...you can't be, I...
[ "You what? Murdered me?" Jack's grin only widens. "You think getting rid of me is that easy? You think I didn't know you'd turn on me Rhysie?" ]
This isn't real.
[ "Oh, but it is Rhys. And this time? I'm here to stay."
One hour later and Rhys is stumbling into the streets of the housing distracting, dishevelled and a stricken look on his face as the stumbles down the stairs and into and nearby wall, knocking over a garbage can. He doesn't even stop to try and pick it up or pay anyone else any mind--he's already struggling to bolt from the area, his cybernetic hand twitching and jerking erratically as his organic one grips it in the closest thing Rhys has ever managed to a death grip. ]
Get out of my head--!
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At least until jack opens his big fat mouth with a bark of laughter.
"Seriously, her? She's gonna make me wait? Forget this pumpkin let's blow this popsicle stand." ]
Shut up Jack, I don't need this right now.
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[ She just kind of rambles on at this point, confused as to what is happening with Rhys while being worried. Her main focus at least is trying to get him back to the housing district so that he can get some proper rest. ]
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Jack slowclaps, and Rhys glares ahead at nothingness before he can find it in himself to answer Lena. He doesn't have the mental facilities to try and resist her gentle coercion while paying attention so it's easy to guide him for the moment. ]
I'm--I'm fine. [ "Sure ya are kid. She toootally believes you." ]
I'm....hohhh. I'm--really dizzy, I think I need t-to sit down.
[ He's starting to wobble a little on his next step, and the world feels like it's beginning to tilt sideways. ]
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[ But, she has to listen to him when it comes to sitting down. She guides him over to a bench and lets out a small sigh ] Getting you back there isn't going to be easy... should I buy you a drink? Get some water to help?
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Coffee.....?
[ is there a vending machine here? A Helios one. With donuts.
"God I miss those. Right? You know the ones? With the--" ]
....sprinkles? Yeah. Those were the good ones.
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I really don't need you with, well, more energy then you can handle.
[ She presses her lips together and furrows her brows. It is weird to hear him talking to himself or this Jack guy, listening to it is a little hard for her. Only because Lena finds herself to be feeling awkward.
Standing up, she pats his shoulder. ] Stay here, I'll get that water.
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Luckily he won't argue when she changes his order to water. ]
Hhohkay. I'm just gonna...wait here.
[ Since he's honestly not good for much else right now.
"Sheee definitely thinks you're nuts." ]
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Man, I really hope I don't end up with this virus... [ She rubs the back of her neck. It would really suck for her if that ends up being that case.
Lena can't work if she's sick after all. She hands him the water. ]
Drink up.
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[ Rhys gives her a tired, crooked smile and acts like he's only just noticed her. Like she wasn't there just moments ago helping him or promising to get him something to drink.
The tricky thing about the more advanced stages of the virus are issues with memories and blackout....and a lack of appetite for food or drink. She hands him the water and Rhys just shakes his head wearily with a dazed smile. ]
'm good. What're you doing out here....?
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Helping you. Here, you've got to drink up and then we're getting back to your place.
[ Lena's nice enough to even have the water opened up and she kneels down so that she's on eye-level with him. It's hard to not worry about his recent reaction to her, but she keeps her mouth zipped for the time being because maybe it'll pass within a few minutes. ]
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So he accepts the bottle but lets it fall to his lap instead without bothering to try taking a drink, bringing a hand up to rub at the side of his face. ]
Oh...yeah. Abelas's been sick the last week though, you should be careful.
[ As if he isn't sick as a dog right now. ]
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So far. ]
Come, drink a little and we can get you back to your place.
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[ Rhys makes a face and wrinkles his nose, even the thought of ingesting anything repulsive for some strange reason. He just doesn't want it. ]
I'd rather take a nap.
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[ Even if sleeping outside isn't the smartest idea, they can at least meet half way. ]
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The choice is made easy by the sheer exhaustion wracking his body thanks to the virus though, and he fumbles with the cap of the bottle. ]
A nap sounds pr'tty good.
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[ Never did she think that she would be used as a pillow for someone like this, but, hey, if it helps then she's happy with it. Taking a seat next to Rhys, she'll be keeping a close eye on him until he drinks a decent amount of water. ]