namby-pamby fuwa fuwa shitnaro • 如月シンタロー ([personal profile] substitutable) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs 2013-06-15 02:55 am (UTC)

june 15th; at any dan or dan-friend's place

[Shintaro either knocks and enters, or doesn't knock as he enters. It's either his home or the home of people he knows who're probably still sick, unlike him. (Well, he was still sick until a few days ago, too. Details.)]

Hey. [He speaks up the moment he finds and recognizes his friends, whether they're in their room at the apartments or on a couch or in their own non-housing-building abode.] The Initiative finally made a vaccine. Hold out your arm.

[He's got a medical bag slung over his shoulder that he's opening, pulling out gloves and small syringes. They trained him for this (quickly). He's got this. It's pretty easy. And he doesn't look like he's sick at all anymore.]

Come on, give me your arm.

[He's trying not to get distracted. He remembers a girl with a scarf before he fell asleep a couple days ago, but he's scared to look and discover she wasn't there to start with. So he's on the move to push those thoughts back.]

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