Mission: Bad Science Saves the Day

[initiates]

Date & Time: Mid-Day, 3310 | Present Day June 14th-16th
Location: Andersfeld, in the (far former) state of Alaska. (Also known at one time as Anchorage, Alaska.) | Back in Exsilium, those manning the Transport Pads, or working on developing the antibiotics and administering them to the ill throughout the city. Yet others will need to hop-scotch through time gathering sufficient supplies to save lives.
Characters: Volunteers to alter medical research, people working on antiobiotic cures, people distributing appropriate cures, and those who are doing minor missions into the past to retrieve adequate supplies to treat the sick in the present.
Summary: Transports are asked to help save tens of thousands of lives, first by traveling two years into the past and altering scientific research. Second, by helping with the manufacture and development of antibiotics or other cures, once the mission is complete. Third, by distributing the cure to the affected parties. Fourth, by going on pointed supply missions solo, or with up to two other people, in order to get enough supplies to save people in the present.

Whatever your character decides to do, the weight of saving lives is on their shoulders, unasked, and perhaps unwelcome. What will they do when faced with this decision?

Warnings: Illness. Freezing cold. Possible death. Drunken scientists.

In Andersfeld, the snow falls in thick, fat flakes, winds blowing in gusts up to 60 kph. Everyone is bundled up against the weather. Spirits are generally low, if not outright alcoholic. Safety lines and lights guide those brave enough to venture outdoors from building to building.

For the Transports with a six hour window to alter a future that will kill over a hundred thousand people in three weeks, it's a dangerous and necessary bravery.

In Exsilium, the success of the mission to Andersfeld is felt as soon as scientists notice the virus responding to antibiotic treatments. It becomes a race to finding the most effective means of combating the now bacterial infection, and of mass producing any working cure for distribution.

Some help with the production.

Others hurry to cart the supply out to the places hit most heavily. Yet others work directly with administering the antibiotics, in most cases, via an IV line. Those less heavily affected will be granted ridiculously large antibiotic pills, needing to be coaxed down spasming throats.

Those who need action, or who are no good with the sick, are asked to make countless small trips through time to secure the supplies needed to produce enough of the cure to save the tens of thousands who are ill but not yet deceased.

And for those too ill to assist, now is the time to rest, heal, and get better. In a world like this, one never knows what surprise might next lie in wait. The Transports and the Initiative have thwarted total disaster for now.

Mostly.

Comments

Team dumb mutants and a squirrel

[oldsoldiersneverdie]

Finally, a chance to do something. Not that Nate had been sitting around - hauling supplies for the clinic, and seeing what he could dig up for them had been taking most of his time, and he knew it was useful, but there was the lingering sense that they were merely buying time - staving off the inevitable for another day or week.

Now they had the necessary knowledge to actually shift things, and he was going to be damned if he was going to stay behind and pass out soap. He had more knowledge of time travel than most of the people here, and when it came to espionage and data tampering - well, it had been a few years, but he had been pretty damned good at that, too.

The pressure in his chest and the cough had been getting worse over the last few days, and he knew what that meant, but he wasn't going to let his own body stop him, and he had enough control to look fine enough for the Initiative scientists to give him a pass.

He threw out mental lines to the two closest minds he recognized and trusted.

::Nikolas, Gambit - you two both heading back as well?::

[solitaire]

Being psychically contacted always makes Remy wince, even though he’s as used to it as any person could be. Nate is easy enough to recognize, however, and so his response isn’t openly hostile.

Not much else we can do, is there, homme?

He’d intended to go this solo, but if Cable’s also going Remy wouldn’t necessarily mind having another X-man around to watch his back. There’s too much at stake, right now, to do this halfway. His mind goes briefly to Ygritte, but Remy lets that thought pass quickly. There’s no point in dwelling; they have to do something.

administering medication; open for any days

[substitutable]

[It might be a knock on your apartment door, or a voice by your bedside at the hospital. You might recognize this visitor or you might not. He looks a little nervous to be talking to someone he doesn't know or hasn't acquainted really well with, and when he talks he mumbles a little. What's with this guy?

He's carrying a medical bag on him that he pats with his hand, smiling nervously, introducing himself as Shintaro Kisaragi if you don't know him.] The Initiative got a vaccine ready for this virus, and they've been having people who're able administer it. I'm one of them... so can I see your arm?

[vimdicare]

Shintaro-san!

[Erika smiles at him. Oh lord has she been so bored. She reaches out and grabs his hand, yanking him inside and shutting the door behind him.]

How wonderful. You're doing a great service but surely you can spare a little time, right...? How have you been?

hospital | open

[nothing]

[ She knows enough about hospitals. Enough to assist where required without much training, and so she decided to continue where she was already of use.

Now Rei sets about distributing whatever is needed at the time: vaccinations, antibiotics, drinks and light meals for those well enough. To anyone not looking, the squeak of a small cart might alert them to the red-eyed stare across their bed. ]

For you.

[ What she lacks in bedside manner, she makes up for in efficiency. Probably. ]

[velveteened]

( oz has never seen her around, not the city (not that he's had much time for exploration lately) nor the hospital, and he brightens at the unfamiliar (pretty) face. variety in people is hard to get when stuck in a room of a hospital, after all! he's not so sick as to need the life support, but he's still wan and pale and exhausted, coughing weakly when he hears the squeak of the cart and the girl pushing it into the room.

that doesn't mean he doesn't try to summon a smile for her, though. )

Is that right?

Andersfield Mission; Shin^2

[imusntrunaway]

[Having been raised in an environment of eternal summer, Shinji was unprepared for the vicious cold that awaited him when they stepped out. He thought Exsilium was cold--he won't think of it that badly when he got back. Heavily bundled as he was, he still shivered almost violently. He's begun to recover from his fever, but at this rate he was bound to get sick again.

But he couldn't stay behind this time. He didn't want to watch those close to him suffer and fight while he sat uselessly behind. This mission... he can pull it off, can't he? All that he needs to do is to plug a USB in and he's done. It's easier than the other missions he's carried out. He can do this. He can make himself useful.

He clutches the safety line with an trembling grip, blindly pulling himself towards the next building. He can't feel it too well through the hazmat suit. Visibility is almost zero. He stops halfway there, letting the winds batter him as he turns the best he can to see if his partner's keeping up.]

[substitutable]

[Shintaro's world had seasons, but the metropolitan parts of Japan rarely reached temperatures this low. If it snowed this badly, people stayed inside to avoid the dangers. Never in his life back there would he have experienced this coldness and blizzard, especially not while wearing a hazmat suit, only days after returning from the dead. He tries not to think too much about the last point lest he'd start shaking and stop walking, like all terrible thoughts tended to make him do.

Being sick hadn't been nice. Being sick, watching his sister get sick, and watching Kido and Kano come all the way up to check on them despite their sickness. Making Nagisa worry, and making even someone like Jade worry enough that he would make them medicine. And the girl with the red scarf who tried to make him feel better... The sickness made him cause people trouble, and it made people miserable. The cold bites at his skin despite the clothes he wore and the suit, and he still feels sluggish, and he doesn't really know what his reason for being on this mission is.

But he sees Shinji, walking ahead of him, turn a little and he sticks out one arm to show him a thumbs up. It didn't matter how tired he was or why he was here. Just complete the mission. It'll help people. He has to focus, so he doesn't get in Shinji's way. He nods toward his partner and grips the safety line tighter.]

in Exsilium- open

[accidentalrebellion]

[A

She's barely aware of what's happening when she finds some of those antibiotics being shoved into her hands somewhere out in the Hold. When a stranger informs her in a gruff voice that all who are able should administer this medicine to as many as possible as quickly as possible, before he disappears.

The reality is that she doesn't have a choice but to comply with those instructions. If she doesn't want people to die, doesn't want more blood on her hands than she already has, then she has to do it. Whether she likes it or not.

The other reality is that there isn't a worse choice for this job. It couldn't be any more obvious that she would rather be anywhere else, doing anything else. As she moves from place to place, from sick person to sick person, her struggle with the impulse to run in the opposite direction and a continual herculean effort to keep from throwing up are written all over her face. She isn't a great conversationalist on her best days, but right now, conversation is effectively impossible to maintain, much less initiate.


B

After a while, it becomes clear that noble purpose isn't enough to sustain her. Noble purpose has no hope against the horrors that being in this place entails. She can't handle this for another second. Can't handle being around the sick and the dying, around suffering, any better than she ever could in her house in District 12, while her mother worked.

Maybe she's caught trying to stash the remainder of her supply in some place where someone who's better qualified for this will be able to find it. Or maybe she's caught trying to make a quick escape out the proverbial back door of the hospital. Whatever the case, there's a deserter on the loose.]

B

[cowardwithoutfear]

[Aidan was running supplies when someone from the Initiative asked him to find someone who had disappeared with a supply of medicine. He was given Katniss' description and sent on his way.]

[Truth is, they really care more about the medicine than Katmiss, but finding her is more likely to find it, so he's looking for her first over as much of the area as he can.]

B

[redheadcarrier]

[Asuka is lucky, in a way. She's managed to avoid getting sick, but that meant she'd been dragooned into helping with the sick. Much like Katniss, she's done her best, but she's never been good at actually facing down things that scare her. And the visual results of the plague - that's enough to put her off. She's just outside one of the side entrances to the hospital, trying to keep her lunch (as meager as it was) from coming back up. She doesn't want to do this anymore.

She doesn't want to be here. To see or hear it. And she doesn't want to think about what it might meant for some of her friends who have caught the damn plague. She glances up as the door bangs open and Katniss hurries out. For a moment, there's guilt written all over Asuka's face before she hides it behind haughtiness and assumed superiority.

Not that it does much to hide how green around the gills she happens to look.]

What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside or something?

[She has no idea who Katniss is, but the best way to avoid being questioned is to turn it onto the other person.]

andersfield, open

[oncearanger]

Billy's list of healthy and present friends has grown quite short, so he's taken off to crack at a terminal alone. He's sheltered enough from the cold to function, but he's definitely going to need his hot apartment to stay that way when he returns home. For now, though, he's fighting in the only way he knows how---mechanical sabotage. There's no letting his good health go to waste in a dire situation like this.

He finally flattens himself against a building when he reaches one, amazed by how exhausted he is after that long trek. "And of course I can't have a drink after that," he grumbles, low enough to hopefully avoid detection by the UE. "Some booze would be great, but if I got drunk I'd be even less likely to cross this distance," he adds, a little louder.

Hey, he's a terrible liar but he needs an excuse. With that, he looks around for spies, resting a bit before he approaches an access point.

[curiousredsoul]

As soon as the call had gone out, Celena had put herself forward for the mission. Though there had been a polite disagreement on the requirement for the wearing of the Hazmat suit but one that Celena had conceded to, understanding well the risks that it could pose otherwise.

Thus she had been transported not long after the others, and straight into the thick of the snow storm. With a thought she drew up her energies to form a near invisible barrier against the wind and snow, walking carefully overtop the snow. Making use of her true sight to pierce the falling snow and locate the nearest building.

A smile touching her lips as a rather familiar voice reaches her from a figure flattened against the building ahead, reaching out telepathically to her friend, 'Such lovely weather wouldn't you say, Billy?' stepping up closer into view as she did.

Andersfield Mission

[trustycrowbar]

The snowstorm was murderous. A single slipped grip on the safety line could lose a man his footing, his bearings, and his life. Lurching into the research building's hatch was a relief.

The dangers inside seemed almost paltry by comparison. The UE scientists were probably too retiring to put up much of a fight, and the security was relatively lax. It's not like there were normally many people up there to keep out, after all.

In the hazmat suit he'd been provided with--his own HEV had no helmet to speak of--he turns to whoever he's been partnered with. Maybe you?

"All right. Where do you want to start?"

[blahblahblah]

She'd just been starting to get sick when the news broke. So Rita had stockpiled food and locked herself in her room, making absolutely sure not to leave for any reason short of her apartment being destroyed. Since that never happened, this is her first time outside in more than a week.

And she's now heading straight to a permanent winter wonderland, on a mission to save the world, and coming just short of turning into an ice cube. Being partnered with this guy? Weird, but she can handle it. She'd put up with Raven, she could put up with this old geezer. This one even seemed competent! So as they dragged themselves inside, she sighed, knowing she couldn't take off the hazmat suit they'd made her wear, even as stuffy as it was.

"This is a pretty big place - I'd wager the labs we need to hit aren't anywhere near an entrance. Even scientists that aren't expecting company aren't that stupid. We're gonna have to go farther in, I think."

In Exsilium, helping with clinics/meds | OTA

[arcanepower]

[Concerned about the safety of his master and the other overworked healers, Belthazar has ignored any requests to stay home and lock the goddamn door. Instead, he's out in full force with the medicine, administering help in the Transport-run clinic. He's wearing black and gold embroidered robes. They look new. They're also good at hiding dirt.

Thankful that they can finally turn the tide-- or at least try-- he is not afraid of needles or anything else, and so you might have a shortish teenager with bad hair giving you antibiotics by IV.

Do you really want the horse pills? Do you want this kid to terrify you into swallowing them? Because he can threaten to set you on fire if you don't want to. It's definitely a thing he can do.

He's also able to apply bandages if you had the unfortunate luck of falling down the stairs in addition to contracting the worse flu on record.]

June 15th, Morning

[dawningsun]

[Cough, cough. Kirian's resting a little before he hears someone approach, and blearily opens his eyes to see Belthazar. So, the apprentice was here, as well?

He shifts to sit up in bed and manages a slight smile.]

You're not wearing those ratty old things.

[Cough, hack, cough.]

In Exsilium, helping out | OTA

[wilder]

[Like for everyone else, it's been a very long couple weeks for Kaneis. But at least finally, it looks like they are getting some sort of treatment to help things out.]

[Being one of the medics, he's of course helping administering antibiotics. He can be found moving bed to bed, either hooking up the IVs or convincing patients to take the pills. Though as one might see from a particular scene with a stubborn native patient, his forced bedside manner and patience has kinda deteriorated with his exhaustion]

Now come on sir, if you don't take this pill? You could die. And if you die, who's to stop me from personally consoling your grieving sister? ♥

[But hey, at least it seems to convince the guy to take the medication even if he's swearing up a storm at his medic. But whatever! Onto the next patient!]

[skirtcladgunner]

[...well, holy shit. Since Tori has managed to dodge a bullet by not getting sick, she's helping out. Overhearing that conversation causes her to let out a very strained laugh.]

You certainly aren't holding back. ...but with how stubborn some of these guys have been for me, maybe I should take a page out of your book. [The tone of her voice is very neutral. Attempting to be overly chipper just seemed wrong here, especially when she's anything but. All of this epidemic stuff happened way too soon after that grizzling scene in Elmer's world.]

In Exsilium, helping with meds | OTA

[skirtcladgunner]

[Since Tori was fortunate enough to not get sick, she doesn't feel right not doing anything. So she's helping out with those who have been less fortunate, making sure medication is dealt out where it needs to be. She seems to hit a lot of the really stubborn patients, though.]

You won't get better if you don't take these! [She begs one of the natives, trying to get them to swallow a pill.] I know they're huge, but when I suggested the IV you refused--!

[She sighs, feeling frustrated.] Okay, don't--don't worry about it. Let's see if I can find something for you to drink...

[incardescent]

[Astral actually can understand her frustration, though in case, it's just his lack of understanding with people.]

They are stubborn, aren't they?

Exsilium, helping with medicine

[incardescent]

[Since Astral isn't sick and Astral can't stay still, he's helping where he can. Though he truly shouldn't be trying to help with the sick patients. Having the worst bedside manner imaginable and not understanding that he needs to be gentle, he's downright terrifying with the iv. Basically he just tries to copy what he's seeing others do and failing miserably at it.

Though some of the natives won't let him do that. If they don't, he's trying to get them to swallow and not having any luck.]

Why are you being so stubborn about this? This won't make you feel any healthier. Swallow the pill.

[Astral, never truly eaten or swallowed anything in what memories he does have, cannot grasp how hard this may be for someone.]

[terrot]

[ the beds are too full. physis can't in good conscience stay in one when there are so many others being brought in, and so she ends up wandering the halls, feverish and weak, but trying to assist as she can.

this was clearly not the decision of a sound mind.

she stops to rest on the doorjam of the room astral's "helping" in, taking the moment to catch her breath. ]

You can't...see they're afraid, can you?

Choose your own adventure | OTA

[acts_of_claudia]

A

[Having been dragged to the clinic by Artie, Claudia had been good for a couple of days and stayed put like she was supposed to... but did anyone really think that was going to last forever? She'd heard the planning through the tablet and knew that if she was well enough to walk she was well enough to help. Besides, all the staff are too busy with other patients to keep an eye on EVERYONE, right? Right. So she's already gotten dressed and pulled on her shoes... though it took her a lot longer to tie them than usual. Already drenched with sweat and a little out of breath with the effort she pulls herself to her feet and looks around to make sure no one's looking before making her way towards the door.

Unless anyone stops her, that is.]

B

[It took a few tries but she eventually made it out of the clinic. She pulls her hood up to try to hide how sick she is. She might be feeling a little better but she's definitely not out of the woods yet. But she knows she'd feel better if she helped cure this damn thing so here she is getting ready to go into the past to steal some supplies... from the past...

wow. When she'd said she wanted to time travel this really wasn't what she meant. No matter. She glances around to see if there's anyone who wants to go with her. If no one does she's heading out on her own.]

B!

[hates_promotion]

[though she might be glancing around to find a partner, with her hood pulled up and looking like she's trying to hide, it's fairly obvious she likely isn't supposed to be there. Jim can understand the sentiment, and he's positive if his own Bones was here he'd never get away with this. they've got more than enough damn people out there, Jim, a man your age— etcetera. as it stands, it's only the younger, and he's busy with Kirk's counterpart— so the fact that the admiral is damp with sweat when he'd turned up doesn't matter. his mind is alert and he has to do something.

he won't sit through another genocide.

Jim comes up behind her and on her right shoulder, his hands in his pockets, but he- too- has a hood up on the sweater he's wearing under his jacket. leaning in, he keeps his voice low near her ear]

If I didn't know any better, I'd think you weren't supposed to be here.

Anchorage: Option-friendly & OTA!

[curatesecrets]

A:

Artie had thought he was perfectly ready for this - already bundled up against the cold with his hazmat suit on over the layers, his ever-present black doctor's bag in hand as he walks into the transport room.

But seeing those portals makes him pause, as the memories of what he saw the last time - the first time - he stepped through one come back. The fight against the UE in Moscow for Elmer's world had been brutal, and even though he knew, logically, that this mission was supposed to be far safer, far tamer ... he still stopped and hovered, frowning.

B:

The building was a furnace blast of heat and light after the blistering cold and white-out of the streets, and Artie has to resist the immediate urge to take the hood off his hazmat suit and soak in the warmth. As it is, his glasses are fogging, and he curses quietly under his breath.

"Seward's folly indeed. Hmf." Tilting his head back, he manages to squint under the frames of his glasses and get his bearings. According to the plans he'd pulled up on his tablet, the computer room he's looking for is at the end of the hall. Now, if he can just get there while he's temporarily blind as a bat...

Oops. He might have just bumped into you.

A

[chittybang]

Asami hadn't had the best of luck back in Madrid, herself. Getting shot in the leg was both painful and humiliating as two men helped her out, and now she was determined to get back on track.

Even if it meant trudging through snow in an impossible hazmat suit with an equally impossible chest cold.

She was about to move forward when she noticed hesitation in one of her comrades. After a moment of deliberation, she decided to hang back and address him.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

TEAM ALASKA! open

[keep_smiling]

1. [Upon arrival, Elmer spends several minutes looking out the nearest window at the snow. He hasn't seen it in several months, and he's always liked snow. Never mind that not long before he arrived in Exsilium, he'd been living near the goddamn Arctic Circle for like a year and was up to his eyeballs in snow daily.

He smiles as serene as ever as he peers out, trying to get the best view through the blizzard-like conditions and his own hazmat suit.]

Wow! It's really coming down out there!

1. [Time to get to work. There's lives to save and smiles to preserve back in Exsilium, after all. Humming cheerfully to himself, Elmer will float from computer to unoccupied computer, plugging in the virus flash drive and doing what he was instructed to do. While those are working, that doesn't mean he can't poke around what other information these computers have on them right? No harm, no foul. He also might stop as he passes someone else by who's working to see how it's going.]

Everything going as planned?

[isnotalone]

[There will be some pounding onto the computers from Nanami's end as she is having a difficult time using the computers. She usually had no problem with the tablets. Then again, there was a ready tutorial to use, so it was not difficult to learn. But now that she had a computer in her hands, she was not the savviest at using it.

Upon hearing the question, however, she will quickly freeze as though she was caught red-handed, but once she turned around -- it was only another Transport. A sigh will escape her lips before looking away, a little flushed, as she begins to lightly giggle out of embarrassment.]

I-I think so. Maybe. Well.... [She goes back to the computer to double check her drive was doing what it was suppose to do...] I'm not entirely sure. This is my first time using a computer like this one... [Then she wonders with the same nervous smile.] Am I doing this right? Can you check for me, please?

Carting Supplies//OPEN

[cowardwithoutfear]

Aidan is rushing around the city using his hover shoes running supplies from place to place. Rather than taking huge shipments, he's concentrating on small things that need to be taken to specific places ASAP. Things that were forgotten or overlooked, things needed for specific people with different physiology, etc.

Whatever you find Aidan doing, from carrying a box to a vial of some strange drug, you would see him darting around quite fast. Sometimes he goes over a block rather than around it to save time.

[Feel free to ask him to get something for you, deliver something, or what not.]

alaska et al

[retraced]

[A:

Gilbert isn't just an idiot. He's a hypocritical idiot. Being well aware of this fact doesn't change it at all, but even though Oz is lying in the hospital right now after he'd yelled at the boy for going on a mission while ill, he's allowing himself to be suited up and given a flash drive and list of things to bring back with him all while trying to ignore his temperature going up and the persistent, painful ache in his throat. This will be simple, he thinks. A quick trip, they told him. Just use the virus on this flash drive to destroy the data from the past and maybe barter a good price for this list of other things that he mostly doesn't understand.

Simple.

That is, if he understood what he was supposed to do with this flash drive once he arrives in the facility. What's he supposed to do with this thing. They said to plug it in, but where? Someone help?

B: (Closed to Kate Kane)

Bartering successful, Gilbert is trying to make his way back to the Hold with the bag of supplies clutched in one gloved hand. It's already harder than normal to breathe in this suit, but his chest feels like someone has poured cement into his lungs and then laid down brick over the top. Meanwhile his head is swimming and he can't quite remember just where it is he's supposed to go in order to get back to Exsilium. Not only that, but the ground is starting to look closer and closer, and it occurs to him before the idea that he could be falling that he might be shrinking instead, except that the suit feels like it's shrinking along with him and that's just strange. Okay yeah, maybe he overdid it a little.

C:

Eventually he wakes up back in Exsilium, in an infirmary bed embarrassed and exhausted. Hopefully Kate got those supplies to the right people because there's nothing more he can do at this point than curl up in this bed with his hand over his eyes and hope that whatever was brought back with them is helping to produce the cure. And that it's not too late for anyone else.]

[gevurah]

[ Through godsend or perhaps an apple a day really does keep the doctor away, Kate hasn't been fallen as ill as the others have. There are very brief moments she feels her chest swell and a cough halfway up her throat before it disappears entirely. She tries not to dwell on that; as long as her body can keep up she's good to go.

On her way back to the Hold as well with some supplies, she catches someone up ahead, but she doesn't say anything until she notices he's walking almost aimlessly.

Well, that's a bad sign.

She hurries to his side and surprise passes over her face inside the suit to see it's Gilbert. ] Gil? Gil, are you alright? [ With her free hand, she reaches out toward his shoulder to nudge him. ]

Andersfeld, open!

[chittybang]

A
[Asami is more mechanically savvy than tech savvy. One is not synonymous with the other. Even still, the advancement of information and technology is the interesting part to her, even if the wires and codes don't make as much sense to her as, say, the difference between first gear and third. She certainly trusts her gut, however, when she thinks she's suitable for this mission. She's a quick learner, if her adaptability to the communicators have anything to show for it. And after the disaster in Madrid, Asami is ready to play to her strengths.

For the umpteenth time during the mission, she tries to cover her mouth when she coughs in the hazmat suit. Trudging through the thick snow in such a bulky body suit was frustrating, certainly, but festering in her own germs within the helmet is what gets to Asami the most. Just more motivation to complete this mission and go home. The only thing is, she's stuck waiting for the information to transfer onto the computer. Her eyes are trained on the computer screen in front of her.]

Come on, you slow piece of junk... [And she gives the monitor a light whack with her palm. She doesn't have much context for this world as far as the years go, but she does remember a place called Maryland in the 1990s. This is supposed to be 3310, and computers are still lagging?

ERROR: FILE CANNOT BE TRANSFERRED. .[FILE TYPE] NOT RECOGNIZED.]

You've got to be kidding me, come on. There's no time for this. [She's hissing under her breath, and then she drags a raspy sigh. It's cut short by an ugly cough.]

Alright, let's try it again.

B
[After that ordeal, somehow the way back to the first building seems more painstaking than the first time she traveled. And that's saying a lot. She holds onto the line and tells herself to keep trucking, that she's almost there...

Just a moment to stop. Something clots in her throat and she has to get it out. It's the most painful cough she's felt all day, so sharp her eyes squeeze shut, and when she opens them she notices tiny speckles of red on her helmet. It isn't substantial enough to be noticed through the thick blizzard, but she notices.

Just stay calm.

She looks behind her, just to make sure everyone is keeping an even pace before she keeps going.]

Are you alright!? [She points her thumb up and down, trying to communicate her question in case her voice doesn't carry through the roaring winds.]

A

[flightybookshrew]

[Rose feels rather ridiculous in the hazmat suit, but the almost constant cough she has picked up indicates it is as necessary as their handlers believe it to be. But that doesn't make it any less bulky, or change the fact that all she wants to do is scratch her nose and the big plastic screen is making it impossible.]

[She's keeping watch, as awkward as the whole situation was with them walking around like this. She wasn't even sure she could use her wands with the suit glove between her and them, but she had them out. Just in case.]

[Asami's frustration draws her attention, and after a moment she moves over to peer past the taller girl at the screen, watching the message scroll by again. Hmm.]

Perhaps I can try?