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Date & Time: 06.18 and on;
Location: Asch's basement, outside, anywhere;
Characters: the Dan, their uncles, anybody else involved?! I am losing track. people. six degrees of separation. tag yourselves!!
Summary: as usual, anti-spam mingle log due to numerous interactions between numerous people. action, voice, text, video, post-its.
Warnings: bombs?!

They thought that trips to Alaska and getting shots would be the beginning of a relaxing break. Instead they got quarantines and bombs and people getting mad at them. Big. Sigh.

Comments

[speakveryclearly]

[Her memory jumps back to before, wondering if she should read an apology into the gratitude, to what extent Nill is responsible for what happened - then she forces it down again, and even a non-empath might note the twitch in Kanaya's eye as a result. She forces a medium smile.]

Don't mention it. That's what I do. Well, did, hopefully once the bombing is over our entire medical division can shut down.

[Of course she's used to it. That's what happens when you're not some perfect little able-bodied human being. The microaggressions are like the slight discomfort that comes with breathing.]

[reassures]

[It's not hard to miss, but Nill doesn't address it. She doesn't want Kanaya to know if she was responsible for that - as things are now, she's really not certain that she is, or isn't. It just left things that fuzzy.]

do you work int he hospital?

[She remembers seeing her there after she had woken up, the other people she was tending to. Nill had mistaken it for visitation rather than assistance.]

[speakveryclearly]

[Hospital - the word demands another quick set of white-walled asylum flashbacks as she outwardly freezes. Then she's back to calmly thinking about how best to answer the question at hand. She doesn't finish the motion of her eyes from the text back up to Nill before speaking.]

I've just been volunteering during this plague. Hopefully they won't need my excuse for help by the time the month is over.