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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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.]

[clinical]

I'd like your temperature before you take the fever medication. Do you two have a thermometer? [In the house of redheads, you can't be certain.]

[bloodyashes]

Only a meat thermometer.

[It's a house that used to be a restaurant, what do you expect. Besides, Jade has everything. Scientists.]

[clinical]

[Of course only a meat thermometer.] I regret that I am not surprised. [He pulls out an ear thermometer and hands it over to Asch.] Please don't allow Luke to lose that.

[bloodyashes]

[Onto the bedside table it goes, right next to the medicine.]

It won't leave this room.

[If it does, there will be words. Over mindlink.]

[clinical]

[Jade is confident Asch can make sure of that.]

Is there anything else you need?

[bloodyashes]

Not for right now. If anything changes, I'll be in touch.

[Read: he'll send out a feverish text at four in the morning while Jade is trying to science.]

[clinical]

[Jade nods.] Then I'll leave you to your caretaker.

[He'll accept the 4AM texts because stupid softspot slowly developing for Asch.]

[bloodyashes]

[The groan that follows is almost a whine. Almost.]

Just take him with you.

[clinical]

Oh, no, I couldn't drag Luke away when he's so concerned. [Zipping up the medical bag and smiling because hilarious clonetwin adventures.]

[bloodyashes]

I should have known better than to expect pity from you.

[Hilarious, yes, that's the word.]

[clinical]

If you'd like, I can call in Guy to replace him.

[You know how bad that would be, Asch.]

[bloodyashes]

...Nevermind.

[Suddenly Luke's mothering is tolerable.]

[clinical]

[As he thought.]

I'll visit again tomorrow.

[And he takes his leave. But Jade is so going to do everything he can to keep Asch alive. NO MORE DEAD REDHEADS]