[Open] Dr. Medic's Sleepaway Funtimes Camp

[mementomoritz]

I. So girl keep telling me [network post]

[About three hours after the whole post-Esmeeting kerfuffle, every phone included in the Executor group chat suddenly blares loudly with an incoming post that appears to have every possible alert and priority notice the person writing it could find attached to it.]

ANYONE WHO ATE ANYTHING AT ESME'S HOUSE REPORT TO MEDIC IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE POISONED


[Well, you can't accuse her of burying the lede.]

i'm in my lab in invidia [The exact address and coordinates of the lab are attached along with the message, including a helpful photo of a scribbled map just in case anyone is really bad with directions.] if you ate ANY of the food esme served or if you're feeling sick, come here so i can treat you
if you find someone unconscious or unable to move on their own, BRING THEM HERE
if you don't have anyone around and think you need help getting here, reply to this message immediately

i threw up, so i tested some of the leftovers i took home
and that food is very, very poisoned
(also, if you brought leftovers home, don't eat them)


II. pick me up whenever i'm feeling down [in-person log]

[True to her word, Medic is ready and waiting in her lab the second anyone arrives.]

[The living room of the apartment she commandeered has been turned into a makeshift hospital. She's dragged cushions and mattresses in, laying them out on the floor and covering them with clean sheets and blankets to make sickbeds. Next to every bed is a glass of water and a bowl for, uh. Any stomach issues you might have to deal with.]

[Anyone healthy who walks in the door will be cheerfully pressganged into nursing duty.]

[The beds are set up facing the living room's lone TV, but well... this is Invidia. Guess who's probably on every channel.]

[You might have better luck with putting on a movie, but no one actually saw this coming, which means your available selection consists exclusively of stuff Medic brought with her from the Limbo library when she came down to Invidia. By which we mean exactly one film.]

[Whether having to see Esme's face is better or worse than watching Brutal Instinct again is a choice you're going to have to make amongst yourselves.]

Comments

[discutio]

[He couldn't exactly heal, but he could come back from the apartments with quite a lot of containers of a light soup. Bartering wasn't all that easy, but he seemed to know a lot of recipes he could share in exchange for supplies. So that was useful.]

[He tracked down the nearest person that didn't sound horrendously ill, setting down a bag with several such containers on the floor.]

Do you think you could help me get these to anyone able to keep it down? Dehydration's a risk in a situation like this, and easily avoided.

[schardynfreude]

Ah--we've drinks handy, but something with a little more substance will hardly go amiss. Thank you for keeping busy.

[discutio]

It's nothing. I can't contribute as directly as you or Medic, so I sought to aid in the only way I know.

[schardynfreude]

With food, I noticed. [Can probably hear the wry smirk there.] Which is unfortunate, given the circumstances.

[discutio]

I should hope those among us are well aware I'm above such an approach. If I of all people wanted to kill anyone, I think I would simply do it rather than defile a perfectly good set of ingredients.

[schardynfreude]

If nothing else, it gives us just a little more to go on as far as evidence to turn the tide against her.

[discutio]

That's true...I fail to think of a way to utilize it effectively offhand, but I've no doubt Medic kept evidence just in case.

[schardynfreude]

Make no mistake about it, the girl has absolutely zero social skills, but she's meticulous about documenting everything.

But we'll worry about those particulars later. We've certainly time enough to plan and plot.

[discutio]

Indeed; we've more pressing priorities at the moment.

What of yourself, are you faring well enough?

[schardynfreude]

As well as I can. Medic's the one running herself into the ground, and I can't imagine how much worse for wear she'd be without a little help.

[discutio]

The pair of you should take care not to run yourselves ragged. As far as I'm aware, you're our only healers.

[schardynfreude]

I assure you, she's done all the heavy lifting. I'm just playing cleanup after her and taking care when she's gone and passed out on us, or takes a break to recategorize the blood samples. Or somesuch.

Mm, but is that care I detect?

[discutio]

And if it is? You're one of us as much as any other here.

[schardynfreude]

And yet, when I express the same, you seem downright insulted.

[discutio]

If you are trying to make some manner of point, this is hardly the time.

[schardynfreude]

Fine. [It's still relatively quiet and calm, if frustrated.] I'll get some nice warm soup to anyone who can keep something down and be out of your perfectly coiffed hair.

[discutio]

Thank you.

[tense, who's tense.]

[schardynfreude]

Still won't keep me from expressing concern about you, however much you don't want it.

[so there]