this is the anti-spam log: take 2 [semi-closed]

[substitutable]

Date & Time: throughout June; label your own dates!
Location: places!
Characters: the Mekakushi-dan + friends (one-on-one threads, open through plotting!)
Summary:

a collection of threads throughout June following the Dan's activity with one another as well friends connected to the Dan, put into one post to avoid spamming the comms. Sometimes a dan roll call.

Warnings: Uuuuuh idk lots of gross sick people. Dying! Sad teenagers and friends!

The virus is spreading, and even the Dan is catching it. And so are their friends. This is whatever they decide to do during June while sick. Prose and action spam friendly!

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[Anytime from the afternoon of the seventh to the ninth, house of redheads]

[bloodyashes]

[Fonon separation weakens the body. That includes the immune system, and is surely the reason why Asch is curled up in bed, feeling like death, while Luke is still healthy enough to run around taking care of him.

That's what he hates about this most of all, really. If Luke were at least a little sick, he could handle it. But no, instead he's had to deal with the idiot's hovering attention constantly. At least Asch has managed, somehow, to be productive in figuring out his new sense of the Seventh Fonon; Luke's a bright bundle of them no matter where he goes in the house, and Asch has been using that sense to pretend to be asleep whenever his replica checks in. It's not hard. He coughs as much asleep as awake, and curling up around his pillow is the least uncomfortable position to be in in either case.

Too bad that trick doesn't notify him of any other visitors to his sickroom door.]

[concealingeyes]

[Given that they're all sick and someone needs to check on everyone personally, it's not too surprising that Kido shows up. She has a surgical mask on mostly for the benefit of anyone she comes in contact with: she's not feeling so great either. But it's fine.

Kido peeks in and calls softly in case he's resting.]

Oi, Asch?

[bloodyashes]

[Kido's allowed. Asch isn't going to question how she got past Luke - the answer is pretty obvious.

Weakly, he shifts in the blankets and pushes himself up to look at her, not quite managing to sit up properly.]

What is it?

[His voice is hoarse from coughing.]

[concealingeyes]

[He sounds awful. She gives a little wave.]

I was wondering how you were doing- [a.k.a. worried.] -so I wanted to check on you. Your throat sounds bad.

[bloodyashes]

You didn't have to come here to ask.

[She's got enough people to take care of without coming all the way out here to check on him. Asch scoots a bit so that he's got himself propped in a sitting position against the wall.]

Luke's hovering over me constantly as it is.

[concealingeyes]

Heh... I'm not here to hover, promise. [Though she would if she could.] It's nice to have someone worry over you, even if it's irritating, too.

[bloodyashes]

[Just another reason why he doesn't live at the Initiative apartments.]

Maybe for some people.

[Asch is far too independent - having someone hover makes it feel like he isn't expected to take care of himself, and it chafes.]

How's your charity case?

[Spoilers, that's Shintaro.]

[concealingeyes]

[She sighs as she sits down at the end of his bed.] He's really sick. His immune system is bad. Back home, he stayed shut inside for two years. I don't think he went outside at all the whole time so... I'm not sure how well he's going to do through this.

[bloodyashes]

[There's a weak nod, about all he can manage at the moment.]

It makes sense. A weaker body is more vulnerable to things like this.

[Spoilers, Kido, that includes the senpai in front of you.]

dr mambo is a go

[clinical]

[Because Asch is his very most special patient, Jade comes to visit him in person. Surgical mask, clothes that will get super sanitized, and a bag of medical equipment that you know has scalpels for no real reason except Jade loves carrying around scalpels.

Don't worry. It has Asch's sleeping drugs too.]

I'm glad to see you've survived your caretaker. How was the chicken soup?

[He sets the bag down so he can pull out the phials marked for Asch. (Yes, Asch. Your drugs were made specially just for you.)]

oh no dr mambo

[bloodyashes]

[He sits up when Jade comes in, or tries. And really, is the whole outfit required here?

Then again, Jade's an old man. An illness like this would probably kill him.]

At least he doesn't put carrots in it.

[Secret lives of perfect isofons, right here in front of you.]

[clinical]

[Grumping about carrots. Oh you redheads.]

It's nice that you share tastes.

[So he sets down a trio of bottles, all neatly labelled in Jade's writing (he has military-report writing, not doctor's-signature writing, thankfully). He taps each as he names it.] Fever, cough, and the third to help sleep. [He knows.] The first two should make you drowsy regardless, so only use the third if it's still too difficult. If you're able, I want reports back from you more than anyone.

[bloodyashes]

[If by nice, you mean freaky, yeah. Then again, it IS Jade.

Asch goes to say something, but the minute he inhales, he gets sidetracked by a coughing fit. Whoops. As soon as he can breathe again somewhat normally, he'll be snatching that second bottle up.]

Because I actually know how to report it?

[Unscrewing the lid as he goes.]

What's the dosage?

[clinical]

[Jade watches Asch. A slight frown finds its way to crease his brows. There is no other sign of emotion, and when Asch is better, he smiles a little at that retort before saying,] Five millilitres to start, once ever four hours. [He hands Asch a measuring spoon.] You may increase the dosage, but don't ingest more than ninety millilitres a day.

The labels contain that information in case a third party requires it. [He means if Luke starts trying to mother you through medicine too.]

[bloodyashes]

Got it.

[He takes the measuring spoon and measures a dose carefully. Luckily Luke left him with a glass of water earlier, because like hell is any concoction of Jade's going to taste good. Down the hatch it goes and - yeah wow, gross.]

[clinical]

My sincerest apologies that it's not more to your tastes.

[BUGFACE. No, he knows it tastes bad. And he doesn't have the time to refine it into something more palatable. And Asch isn't actually complaining out loud, so the comment isn't criticizing Asch; it is teasing him.

Whoops Jade's developing a softspot for this redhead watch out.]

[bloodyashes]

[BUGFACE and chugging some water now, bleh. At least he's prepared for the teasing - when he's not doing science, Jade's not much of anything else.

Asch is the big tough uncomplaining redhead, it's no wonder that Jade would like him.]

I've had worse.

[He sets the half-empty cup and the medicine neatly on the bedside table, within easy reach.]

the ninth

[inhumanity]

[What is that smell of delicious baked goods wafting through the house?

Oh, it's a homunculus who just peeked his head through your door. With a plate full of friands? You can fill them with fruits, so he thought that would be good for a sick person.]

Hello, Asch. I heard you weren't well.

[bloodyashes]

[And to think he had been relatively relaxed...

Nope, not anymore.]

HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE?

[The yelling promptly sends him into a terrible coughing fit. Good job, Chris.]

[inhumanity]

[With his free hand, he gestures placatingly for Asch to calm down.]

Relax, relax. It would be terrible if you hurt yourself.

[bloodyashes]

[Cough hack. Ugh. He just wants to curl up and die now.]

That doesn't answer the question.

[inhumanity]

[More placating gestures, and then he puts the baked goods down.]

You must have left the door unlocked. Do you want milk with the friands, or is your stomach too upset for that?

[bloodyashes]

[Later he will consider that maybe Kaneis was on the right track with the baking languages. That word sounds an awful lot like friends.]

I haven't gone farther than the bathroom in three days.

[Blaming Luke rn yep. And yet he's answering the question anyway.]

No milk.

[inhumanity]

A juice?

[bloodyashes]

[A growl that manages to make his throat hurt even more.]

I can get it myself.

[No he can't.]