Three cheers for sleep, I hear it's wonderfully enjoyable thing.
[Which Prior gets so little of, now.]
Thank you, but I imagine both you and any helpful little witch I were to approach now would be too busy treating the chemical flu. How is that going, by the way?
About as well as can be expected by the sound of it. I'm on my way to the Sanctuary soon to see what the damage is and do what I can. Hope you didn't want more than a month of peace and quiet before the shit hit the fan.
Happy news, the world's dead and you can do whatever you want.
[ happy news, the world's dead. Christ, John. ]
—Sorry, that was... Wasn't expecting to wake up to a casual burst of biological warfare this afternoon. Make sure to steer clear of anyone with symptoms, yeah? Safest place is most likely the station if things get too bad down here.
Like you will be, right in the middle of a ward full of sick people?
I know. Your job, your immune system, yadda, yadda. I'm glad there are so many people to help. Just... I can't sit here and do nothing. I'm no good at it: inactivity. Stillness. I find it terrifying, like some sort of premonition. So I keep moving and hope that way it can't keep up.
[ there's some relative quiet on John's end. the sounds of movement: collecting a jacket, putting things into a bag.
he's not good at this sort of thing, especially not right now. so his response is less than direct. ]
... If you hear anything out there, anything you think might be relevant - about the attack, or the so-called traitors, whatever— can you let me know? I won't have time to ask around for myself.
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text, u.n: j.watson (early afternoon of the first)
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No, I slept through it. Three cheers for night shifts.
Just wanted to check in. If anything comes up, you call me, unless you've got a go-to magic medic by now. Alright?
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[Which Prior gets so little of, now.]
Thank you, but I imagine both you and any helpful little witch I were to approach now would be too busy treating the chemical flu. How is that going, by the way?
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And here I thought the sanctuary was the antithesis of everything your logical little heart holds dear.
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Unfortunately for my logical little heart, that's where the patients are.
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Flu symptoms, from what I'm told. Seems an awful effort simply to distribute the post nasal drip.
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[ happy news, the world's dead. Christ, John. ]
—Sorry, that was... Wasn't expecting to wake up to a casual burst of biological warfare this afternoon. Make sure to steer clear of anyone with symptoms, yeah? Safest place is most likely the station if things get too bad down here.
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Is it even contagious? Do people know?
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I know. Your job, your immune system, yadda, yadda. I'm glad there are so many people to help. Just... I can't sit here and do nothing. I'm no good at it: inactivity. Stillness. I find it terrifying, like some sort of premonition. So I keep moving and hope that way it can't keep up.
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he's not good at this sort of thing, especially not right now. so his response is less than direct. ]
... If you hear anything out there, anything you think might be relevant - about the attack, or the so-called traitors, whatever— can you let me know? I won't have time to ask around for myself.
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I'll see if there's anything on the grapevine.