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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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[ Because he's four, he remembers saying that earlier. Hopefully someone will be home who can look after this man's dumb butt and save Zer0 the pain. ]
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[Soon, SOON, Zer0 can dump this poor sap on somebody else, and then go do whatever it is that he does when he isn't murdering people. Just don't die on the way there, Rhys. It would look really bad.]
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No I kid. But he does feel better for the company, and when they reach the door marked "4" Rhys looks up with a sniffle. ]
This's the one bro... Grab you help m' with my keys? Jacket pocket. R...ight? Right.
[ Aren't you glad it's not in his pants ]
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Zer0 digs around in Rhys's pocket for a second and whips out THE KEYS. He's about to pass them off to Rhys, but then decides he doesn't want to stand there for an hour while hallucinating fever Rhys tries to figure out how doors work. It probably wouldn't be that bad, but fuck it, he just unlocks the door himself.]
Think you can make it / All the way to your bedroom / Without passing out?
I would like to blame the fact that my last tag makes no sense of rhys being sick and not me
which was totally not my bad in any way whatsoever. Rhys is struggling and manages a grateful hum when he sees "Vaughn" reach forward to take care of the door for him.Seriously man, best bro ever. Has he told him that? He needs to tell him that. ]
I think so, yeah... Thanks for dragging me over here man. You're the best.
[ If Rhys were in sound mind there is probably no way he'd ever attempt what he seamlessly and effortlessly does in this moment right now.
He turns and brings both arms around Zer0 lanky torso and gives him a full-on hug of all things. He only sees Vaughn, what reservations could he have about it? For him it's only natural to give his best bro a hug after all he's done.
best moment of Rhys's life and he doesn't even know it :'c ]
Consider everything blamed directly on Rhys. As it should be.
[And yeah that sure is Rhys just wrapping his arms right around Zer0. He tenses up, as if expecting to be attacked or something, but manages to give Rhys an awkward pat on the shoulder rather than shove him off. Like, he gets it, Rhys is sick and totally hallucinating. Zer0 can forgive the sudden invasion of his personal space just this once.]
...Don't mention it.
[He has to admit though, Rhys not acting like a weird fanboy around him is kind of a nice change of pace, even with the awkward hug thing.]
Perfect<3
Which is a real tragedy because this would be burnt into his memory otherwise and he would vow never to forget each and every single detail of the moment. So instead he just pulls back after an appropriate amount of time for a bro-hug and smiles like a huge sap.
Because he is. ]
I'll call you later?
[ no he won't ]
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...I should go. Take care.
[And he is abruptly turning to leave!! So quickly!! So quickly in fact that he's probably totally accidentally taking Rhys's keys with him. Oops huh.]
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