[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

[morelikeisabeast]

[Isabel peered over Rei's shoulder to see what she was doing.]

You're folding it too hard. Gotta have a lighter touch or you kind bend the paper in weird ways.

[phantasmagorial]

Oh, really? I was thinking you'd have to press down hard when you folded to make it stay in place...

[ Okay, time to try this again... for the fifth time, now. ]

You're good at this, though. You always make it look easy.

[morelikeisabeast]

No way if you do it too hard it goes like.

[Isabel made a kind of peeling outwards gesture with her hands? Look it made sense to her.]

Maybe I did a lot of it while I was alive.

[phantasmagorial]

I guess when you get the hang of it, it's just nice to have something to do with your hands if you need a distraction. Even if it's just folding something.

[ We're REALLY back to basics now, because Rei looks to be doing her best to fold herself a paper airplane like Isabel made back at the mall. ]

I'm glad you've remembered enough to teach us, though. It's been fun.

[morelikeisabeast]

Most of it's still really blurry, but there's a few things starting to come back into focus.

I had a friend, named Eightfold. She was made of paper.

[phantasmagorial]

[



Huh??? ]

Made of... paper?

[morelikeisabeast]

I think I was already up to my eyebrows in paranatural stuff even when I was alive.

Anyway that's probably also why I'm good at this kind of thing.

[phantasmagorial]

The paranatural stuff or the origami?

[ ... She's kidding. ]

When you say 'made of paper' though, do you mean... literally? Did you make her?

[morelikeisabeast]

Seems like both.

I don't know where she came from, though. It's weird, like...I remember TELLING her how we met, but when I try to focus on the actual words I said to her it gets all weird and fuzzy.

[Because that tale was a memoria she hadn't earned yet.]

[phantasmagorial]

That is strange. You obviously remembered what it was if you told her, but now you don't?

[ She gives the wing of her paper airplane a careful fold – not quite as heavy handed as before, so she's learning. ]

I really wish I had a better idea of how all this worked.

[morelikeisabeast]

Well, what about you? Have you remembered anything, yet?

[phantasmagorial]

[ An uncomfortable pause, as she concentrates Very Hard on her paper airplane instead of answering Isabel.

But eventually; ]

... kind of. It's... a little complicated.

[morelikeisabeast]

Do you want to talk about it?

[She can respect that someone might not want to talk about something like this.]

[phantasmagorial]

Ah, it's not that...!

[ Well, it is at least A Little Bit That, but she thinks it's probably a bad idea to keep too many secrets close to her chest. And it's not like sharing it hurt when the others asked her before. ]

It's just... there's something a little strange about them and I don't really know how to explain it.

[morelikeisabeast]

Strange how?

[phantasmagorial]

They're damaged or degraded somehow, I think. I can't even work out what people's faces look like, or how their voices are supposed to sound.

[morelikeisabeast]

That's uh...

[How to put it delicately.]

...That's kinda creepy.

[Perfect.]

You good?

[phantasmagorial]

[ She's not wrong!! ]

Mm. It's pretty strange. I was thinking of keeping it to myself to keep everyone from worrying... but that just stressed me out more.

[ Anxiety! Fun for the whole family. ]

Right now, I'm just more confused about it than anything.