[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.]

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[alcahest]

[ what they set out to do, huh... that's something she hasn't sorted out her feelings on yet, but she doesn't want to think about it either. the person she is now will disappear. it seems like if that's the case, then it would have been better if she had just stayed the way she was when she first woke up in Limbo, an empty shell waiting to be told what to do. she's only just barely regained the personhood she'd lost, and she's supposed to work towards erasing it again.

that, she's not ready to talk about. it's one thing to say she doesn't want to hurt Esme. it's another to be afraid of the very purpose she agreed to in the first place. the feeling sits in her gut, heavy and cold; the guilty thought that maybe she's a bad person for it. it's selfish of her to want something like that, isn't it? that's what they all think of Esme. so she won't say it, and she'll swallow it down.

what she won't deny herself right now is the little comfort Phoenix offers. she does hesitate a moment, but then she takes his hand, holding it with delicate care. ]

... Thank you. I don't want to cause any problems, so I'll keep quiet... [ if she doesn't say anything for the others to take issue with, he won't have to defend her. she'd feel awful if there was conflict because of her. ] At least I can help with something like this.

[discutio]

You aren't doing anything wrong.

[Gods knew he felt conflicted at best. Obviously stagnation to such extremes wasn't something that could be left alone; they would all have to reincarnate before long once all this was fixed.]

[But at the same time, could he blame someone for wanting to stay 'alive', existing as themselves rather than wipe the slate clean and begin anew?]

[For not the first time, Phoenix was painfully aware of something missing, far more pinpointed than the memories he'd barely begun to remember. Something, some purpose was gone from him, and a nagging instinct told him he wouldn't be finished with any of this until he understood what--or who--that feeling was so connected to.]

So you've nothing to hide from. If anyone wishes to argue that fact with you, you can refer them to me instead.