Misha Hunt [ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴғʟʏ ] (
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in the mud and sinking deeper. [ closed ]
Date & Time: Afternoon of July 31st.
Location: Out by the market district.
Characters: Artie Nielson (
curatessecrets), Claudia Donovan (
acts_of_claudia), Misha Hunt (
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."
Location: Out by the market district.
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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."
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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?"
Having returned from work, let the blitztagging commence!
Augh. Misha gasped in a breath, then decided against answering verbally. She nodded, thankful again for a certain amount of immunity to dizziness. Yes, she could hear you, Claudia. Whether she could answer was another issue entirely.
As if in response to the mental dilemma of communication, one of her headphones automatically detached itself from her visor with a slightly audible click. If Claudia noticed the jostle, she was free to retrieve the piece for herself.
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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.
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ALFRED was on the job, right? That would help. Not like Misha was being of much use right now.
In Claudia's ear, there was a slightly computerized voice of an unfamiliar male, age indeterminate. Hello, Claudia. My name is ALFRED. I am pretty sure Misha is having an allergy attack right now, though I could not give you much aid in diagnosing it as she's never been recorded as allergic to anything before today. My concern is whether it will prove fatal or not if untreated.
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"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?"
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Probably. Medical procedures aren't my forte, but if we want to follow the oft-used cliches of fictional medical emergencies, then yes. Was ALFRED making fun of Claudia? It was really hard to tell. Emoting was a choice for him, not a requirement of matching any statements he made. Do you know anyone who might have access to those inside the apartments, or is there some sort of ambulance service in this city?
Let me know if this is uncool!
"Claudia?? Claudia! What's going on?"
Artie to the rescue!
"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.
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Right around then, he caught his first glimpse of who she was kneeling over, and trailed off, his eyes going wide.
"Claudia ......?"
yay, Artie!! /slow forever
Misha merely shook her head. No, not Claudia, though there was definitely a Claudia here. Things were beginning to go a little grey at the edges, unfortunately, so there wasn't much more she could say to explain right at the moment.
Then we share our medical informants. Good to know. If this man can help, let him know that it was an ingested pastry of some sort with a local type of fruit that doesn't even exist where we're from. One of the mutations found here.
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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.
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"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."
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Again, it shouldn't make things worse. She's not usually allergic to anything commonly found on Earth in 2012. Please tell Artie to go ahead, Claudia.
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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!"