interspace: (⎌ all the voices won't recede)
Misha Hunt [ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴғʟʏ ] ([personal profile] interspace) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-07-31 01:04 pm

in the mud and sinking deeper. [ closed ]

Date & Time: Afternoon of July 31st.
Location: Out by the market district.
Characters: Artie Nielson ([profile] curatessecrets), Claudia Donovan ([personal profile] acts_of_claudia), Misha Hunt ([personal profile] interspace).
Summary: Why did no one warn Misha that some of this mutated food could cause an allergic reaction? Also, why did no one warn her how many friends Claudia had?!
Warnings: N/A for now.

Misha was... well, not okay with her current life, but certainly coping. She was good at that, great even. Trying the new things, blending into the background and keeping her head low. Aside from her burning desire to extract herself from her current situation and get back to her usual amount of insanity, one could say she seemed chill about the whole temporal cold war shit going on.

It was the fact that tomorrow was her one-month anniversary of surviving Exsilium that she had gone out to treat herself to something. There would be more allowance tomorrow, which meant all the saving she had done could go toward a very nice and delicious-looking pastry she had seen. It was expensive, sure, she didn't doubt those ingredients would make it something of a delicacy in this dead land, but that's why it was a treat.

Only... soon after Misha had finished and was making her way back to the housing complex, her eyes had started to blur and her lungs filled with cotton instead of air. She wavered, leaning against a nearby building. With a very strained breath, she said aloud, "Okay, okay. Um. ALFRED? We... we have a problem."
acts_of_claudia: (Oooh that wasn't supposed to happen)

[personal profile] acts_of_claudia 2013-07-31 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
By sheer freak coincidence Claudia had been stepping out the doors of the housing complex at about the same time that Misha started having her reaction. Her original plan was to take her laptop to the library and do a little more snooping around before hitting up the marketplace for more supplies for her upgrades.

However when she sees her not!twin hunched next to a nearby building in pain those plans go flying out the window.

She curses under her breath and rushes over, "Misha? Hey can you hear me?"
acts_of_claudia: (Reading you 'bout as well as a brick)

[personal profile] acts_of_claudia 2013-08-03 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfect timing thy name is Claudia... most of the time. She frowned, reaching out and grabbing Misha's arm to try to steady her. She didn't look like she would fall over but you never know. She'd been in that boat not too long ago, herself, and she'd been damn good at hiding how close she was to falling off her feet.

Being that close to the other girl it wasn't hard to notice the movement of the headphones. One of her eyebrows raised and she leaned a little closer to look at it. "Okay that was either a not-so-subtle hint or a weird coincidence. I think I'm gonna take a leap and go with hint."

Giving Misha a look that just screamed 'if I'm wrong please don't hurt me' she reached out a hand and gently took the headphone off of Misha's ear. She gave it a slightly uncertain look before putting it on her own.
acts_of_claudia: (You want me to do WHAT now?)

[personal profile] acts_of_claudia 2013-08-07 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Claudia was about to grab her friend to keep her from eating pavement when the earpiece started talking to her. What the everloving frack was going on?!

"ALFRED? I think I'll skip the cliche 'how do you know my name' since the answer's obvious and skip to Who and where are you?" She paused, looking down at Misha wheezing on the ground. "Change of plans. Let's table those questions for after we stop whatever's making Misha sound like a squeaky toy."

YES she was joking but it was how she coped with horrible situations, okay? It was a valid coping mechanism and she was sticking to it. She looked around, "Okay if this is an allergic reaction to something shouldn't she get like a shot from an epi pen or some benadryl or something?"
curatesecrets: (this is the opposite of good)

Let me know if this is uncool!

[personal profile] curatesecrets 2013-08-09 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ambulance, no, but there was a man with a black doctor's bag trundling his way down the street, rain dripping off the brim of his broad black hat. Artie was on his way back from the library when he saw Claudia kneeling on the sidewalk over someone ... and from his angle of approach, it was hard to see just who. He jogged over, holding his hat to keep it from blowing off.

"Claudia?? Claudia! What's going on?"
acts_of_claudia: (Oooh that wasn't supposed to happen)

Artie to the rescue!

[personal profile] acts_of_claudia 2013-08-25 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well sue me, the bulk of my medical expertise comes from watching reruns of Scrubs and ER. I have no id-" She cut off mid sentence when she heard her name being called. Well hey, look who else has good timing. Claudia whirled around, one hand still up by her ear keeping the earpiece firmly in place.

"Artie! What do you know about allergic reactions?" Why bother with greetings when there was a bona fide emergency going on? The worry and fear was clear in her eyes as she stared at her boss and mentor, waiting for him to reply.
curatesecrets: (well this was unexpected.)

[personal profile] curatesecrets 2013-08-29 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Allergic - well, it depends upon what the allergen itself is, there could be any number of possible remedies or -- or ..."

Right around then, he caught his first glimpse of who she was kneeling over, and trailed off, his eyes going wide.

"Claudia ......?"
acts_of_claudia: (ZOMG I didn't do it!)

[personal profile] acts_of_claudia 2013-09-04 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Artie! Now is not the time for this. Claudia rolled her eyes, "Artie, Misha. Misha, Artie. Excuse her if she doesn't shake your hand because she's busy dying at the moment now can we get on topic, please?!"

She grabbed Artie's arm and jerked him to face her. Being that close he might notice the fancy new earpiece she's wearing on one ear. She meets his eyes, her own filled with concern for her roommate and twin. "She ate some kind of pastry made of a fruit that doesn't exist where she's from. Apparently she's allergic to it. Tell me you've got something in your bag of tricks that will help her or slow down her metabolism or do something until we can figure out how to fix this!"

She realized too late that she was nearly shouting and her fingers were gripping Artie's arm a lot harder than she needed to. But dammit Misha was her friend and she wasn't going to let her die in this weird-ass world. Not if she could help it.
Edited (Whoops. Tenses. What are those? /done editing I swear) 2013-09-04 02:30 (UTC)
curatesecrets: (no no no no no no NO.)

[personal profile] curatesecrets 2013-09-05 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Artie was used to being yanked around to some degree, but to be perfectly honest, it hadn't happened much since he arrived in Exsilium, so this was an unexpected turn of events. He listened to Claudia, wide-eyed, and once what she was saying at Mach 10 actually sunk in, he immediately started rummaging.

"I may have something ..."

He kept digging, deeper and deeper into the confines of the bag until his arm was almost up to his shoulder, then pulled out a long, thick woolen scarf.

"Here, hold this." He draped it unceremoniously over Claudia's arm. "Just don't let it touch your neck --"

A little more rummaging, and then he pulled a tin cigar box from the bag with a triumphant cry. "AHAH. Now then." Popping the box open revealed a row of plastic bottles and paper boxes, which he rifled through until he found what he was looking for - a garden-variety, non-artifact epi-pen. Kneeling down at Misha's side, he rolled up her sleeve.

"Misha, if you can hear me, I've got an epi-pen here, it should curb the worst of the reaction. But I need to know that it won't make things worse."
acts_of_claudia: (You want me to do WHAT now?)

[personal profile] acts_of_claudia 2013-09-10 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia didn't say anything as she watched Artie rummage. He knew what he was doing, after all... most of the time... but if he had something in that thing to help Misha she wasn't going to interrupt him and delay his finding it. When he thrust the scarf into her arms was another matter entirely.

She made a face, holding it out at arm's length, "I don't even want to know where this has been." For all she knew it would try to choke her the moment it touched her neck and that's the last thing she needed today.

She rolled her eyes, wanting desperately to yell at him to hurry the hell up. How deep is that thing, anyway?! She made a mental note to ask him one of these days... then realized that he'd probably just give some cryptic answer that didn't even come close to answering the question and crossed that mental note off her list.

When he came up with the box she dropped the scarf to the ground, leaning in to see what he'd found. Well that was a little anticlimactic, wasn't it? Oh well, if it works it works. Listening to ALFRED she nodded, "Yeah she's not allergic to anything found on Earth in 2012. Do it!"