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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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Yeah, uh. His name's Keith. He's someone from home. [ he looks a bit sheepish, because it's a little difficult to explain them... facebook status: it's complicated. ] We were rivals [ one-sided, ahem ] then we were teammates, then friends and I dunno.. you know. Stuff just happened here and — now we're in love!
[ okay but look how happy he looks about it, tbh. and yep, he doesn't even hesitate to say as much as he does. honestly, asking lance to elaborate on anything is the worst thing you could possibly do.
unless you like not being able to do anything for the next three hours, that is. ]
I mean... things got kinda weird the other week. I was gone for like — three days? Something went wrong, we were both sent back into our stasis units and we got a whole new set of memories of being back home that we never had before, and we didn't remember a thing about Olympia and. Yeah. It was real weird.
[ it got a little bumpy there. but they obviously pulled through. ]
Anyway, sorry — I wasn't trying to keep it a secret. I've been wanting to tell my friends but you know... there was just never the time. [ not that he blames anyone for their ailments, of course. in fact, he feels a little guilty for being as happy as he is. ]
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He probably would ask about how things were going in more depth and lose a bunch of hours to it if it weren't for that other tidbit Lance drops in there, making Rhys pause halfway through popping the lid of his sorbet and peeling back the seal. ]
No man, it's cool! I get it. You've been busy. You uh, you okay though? I didn't realize you could randomly just pop in and out of stasis like that. Was something wrong or...?
[ Rhys is the sick one but here he is all concerned and stuff for Lance. Because he is a shitty person but a halfway decent friend. ]
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~the duality of man~ amirite. ]
Yeah, me neither. I don't think anything was wrong... Just — one second I'm in Olympia, doing my thing, then the next thing I know I'm waking back up in my stasis pod three days later, but with like four new months of memories in my head.
[ he shakes his head a little. ]
I still don't really get it... I've been meaning to ask someone about it, you know? But haven't really found the time...
[ plus, can they even go back to the station right now? he hasn't tried. ]
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[ What Rhys doesn't bring up is the fact that if Lance was whisked away when his world ended he shouldn't have memories from it from after, unless there's some other part of the equation he's missing there. That feels like it might put a damper on what's otherwise a pretty good mood?
His bro has a beau ;v; so proud ]
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[ he gives a weak sort of smile, sheepish in its own way. he's been quite distracted since then, trying to re-figure things out, sort through what he remembers, what he remembers not remembering. sorting all that out with keith... and with his friends still continuing to be sick, it'd just been. quite an ordeal.
but now the cure is out, and they're all on the mend, and he'll finally have the time for things he's been meaning to do.
like this. ]
Hey — when you're feeling up to it again, let's you and me see if we can find a spa in this place, huh? You definitely deserve it.
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[ Rhys groans and tips his head back dramatically. ]
I need a spa week after all that being sick garbage. We're going to get the works--I'm talking mud bath, fall body massage, cucumbers on our eyes. Mani-pedis, Lance. Mani-pedis.
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A full cleanse, huh? [ he chuckles, but good-naturedly. honestly, if he'd been as sick as rhys had been, he'd definitely want to wash it all off too. physically and spiritually. ]
It's a date, man.
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[ See how smooth that was Lance let your cool bro meet your cool beau ]
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Yeeeeeah, I dunno, Keith isn't really a "treat yourself" kinda guy. He'd probably just get restless. But you guys definitely gotta meet! Maybe I can coerce him...
[ hMMMmMmMMmmm ]
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Neither is Jyn but she still wound up enjoying herself. How could any resist a professional foot massage??
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Proooobably by roundhouse kicking the masseuse.
[ oh well. they'll just have to tip generously. ]
But alright, man! You convinced me!
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Awesome! After that and I don't feel like I'm going to keel over anymore we can totally do other stuff to. Whatever it is you kids have fun doing nowadays.
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jk ]
Hah, yeah, we'll paint the whole town red, man. I haven't really had a chance to explore since we moved on over — it'll be fun.
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Sounds good to me. I am sick of being cooped up.
[ GET IT............ ]
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Then consider your first massage on me, buddy! Think of it as a "welcome back to the land of the living" gift.
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Better than Mercenary Day and birthdays combined.
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Say what? What the heck's a Mercenary Day?
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[ ..... ]
Like. Like a military-sponsored Christmas.
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[ nice gifts... ]
Like toys or clothes or food or whatever. The sky's the limit!
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[ LIKE HE'S SO KNOWLEDGEABLE ON THIS. ]
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Yeah, makes sense. I guess other universes just have, uh. Different priorities.
[ he's so diplomatic. ]
lance that looks like a pervy smile