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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[clinical]

Thank you.

[Both to the question and the declaration. He thinks about it.] Do you think it would be productive to examine a sample of your blood for a cure or vaccine?

[silenceandcards]

No.

[And instead of explain, he'll show. He could easily use any cutlery Jade left around the table since it's not like it'll leave contamination or stains anyway, but he reaches into his own pocket regardless, pulling out a small knife and pulling the blade out. Rolling his sleeve up, he extends his arm where Jade can see. He doesn't hesitate.

As any normal human arm would when cut with a knife, blood bubbles up through the broken skin and trickles down toward the ground Although he cut himself quite deeply Keith shows no reaction to it, quietly watching and waiting -- and soon, only mere seconds after, the blood starts to resist gravity. It slows, then quivers, vibrating back and forth as if unsure which direction to go, and then it starts to move backwards. As if time was rewinding, like a swarm of fire ants crawling back to its nest, Keith's blood disappears back into his body, leaving not a drop behind.

When it's over, there's no sign of a wound left on Keith's arm, and he unrolls his sleeve again.]

You wouldn't be able to keep it out.

[clinical]

[Jade observes. He can't afford to ask himself the questions that must be asked in the face of this by Jade the Necromancer. There isn't the time for that kind of certainty.

He could replicate it. But if he did, would that then leave Keith with a greater quantity of blood attempting to find a place in his body, a place already occupied? Or, if the blood didn't return, would the replicated blood fail to carry over the immortality that makes it worth study?

The risks would simply be too great. He couldn't ask such a thing.]

Unfortunate. Thank you regardless, Keith.

[silenceandcards]

... It isn't immunity to illness.

[This, he at least understands. Explaining what he does know would be helpful to Jade, he thinks, and so he will. All his sentences are short, and while he usually maintains his silence around the roommate, for now he opens his mouth.]

Time doesn't move forward. If it does, it goes back.

[clinical]

[Two thoughts: one, that this does indeed make it useless to what he needs.

Two, the words that Professor Nebilim taught him. It's precisely because there is a limit to life that people can change.]

I see. Then it indeed won't serve our purposes.

[silenceandcards]

[He nods, not apologizing because it's not like any of this is his fault.]

But I won't get sick, so if you need an able body, you know where to find me.

[clinical]

[And of course, Jade doesn't hold Keith to blame for it.]

That will be helpful shortly.

[It should be done now. Jade stirs the mixture one last time, then pours it into separate bottles. These have already been labelled with the kind of medicine and the recommended dosages.]

Would you like to take these to the children? I imagine they need checking up on about now regardless.

[silenceandcards]

I can take them. [So he holds out his hands, thought not demandingly. He'll wait for Jade to hand them over before he looks at his roommate and tells him he should rest too.]

[clinical]

[Jade hands over the bottles. And does not have a hard time deciphering that look. He has to smile just a little.] Overworking is a folly of the young. I'm old enough to remember that I need an afternoon nap.

[silenceandcards]

[It isn't a folly of the young, in Keith's opinion. Last he checked, his father wasn't that young when he finally worked himself to his death.]

Good. You need anything?

[clinical]

Not at the moment. Thank you, Keith.

[silenceandcards]

[He nods. He also takes one more look at Jade to make sure he really is (as much as he can tell, with 1920s medical knowledge and Kate really being better at this sort of thing than he ever was), before he will go to deliver the medicine to the children.]