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[fayzedandconfused]

[So Julian and Brianna have finally sucked it up and gone to (or, let's be real here, been pressured into going to) the hospital until they can go through a day without accidentally blowing something up, collapsing whenever they try to walk, or spread their disgusting flu germs all around Camp.

Now they're stuck in the same room, left with nothing to do but talk to each other. Womp wooomp.]

((WE ARE CONTINUING OUR FLU SHENANIGANS. If your character has a reason to visit one of both of them, go for it.))

Comments

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

If you tell me that story again, I will bludgeon you with your own IV.

[though with his oxygen mask and assorted tubes and Stuff I bet that will be fun for everyone]

[easybreezyidiot.livejournal.com]

[but this is so boring and awful and boring]

Hm... okay, most badass thing you've ever done. Go.

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

Flying through a Sentinel at ...like... I don't know, Mach 10?

[easybreezyidiot.livejournal.com]

Just because?

[justwannahave]

[No more potential hacking up of lungs at high speed and at least someone managed to get the other one into the hospital.]

You look less terrible now.

[ooc: it will get slow and placeholder-ish soon]

[easybreezyidiot.livejournal.com]

Gee, thanks.

[justwannahave]

Not a problem. I got you guys some fruit and found a Connect-4 game in case you got bored with staring at the walls.

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

Haha. I look terrible and I know it. Only reason I'm still here.

[justwannahave]

Right.

The sooner you get well, the less need for those . . . tubes.

[00-07.livejournal.com]

[there is some quiet knocking on your hospital room door]

[easybreezyidiot.livejournal.com]

[the most bored-sounding]

What.

[00-07.livejournal.com]

[tentatively opens the door. she seems to be carrying a lot of things.]

Brianna?

[ihulk]

[I BROUGHT BRIANNA SOUP. Julian gets nothing.]

Hey.

[easybreezyidiot.livejournal.com]

Hey. Ooh, soup! You didn't make this, right?

[ihulk]

I asked Vanya too. She made more, she'll probably bring the rest over later.

[fuzzybluebamf]

[BAMFS in unannounced, who needs manners]

Alright, now who wants a bedtime story?

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

...what.

[fuzzybluebamf]

Don't tell me you've gotten so sick you can't hear! A bedtime story for you poor patients, of course. Let's see what I've got here...

[suddenly, all the books. Bernstein Bears and Dr. Seuss!]

[easybreezyidiot.livejournal.com]

[pulls a pillow over her face]

[fuzzybluebamf]

Come on, everybody loves Dr. Seuss!

[doctorquincy.livejournal.com]

[poking his head in]

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

[just playing around with a set of robotic hands]

[doctorquincy.livejournal.com]

How are you feeling?

[easybreezyidiot.livejournal.com]

[sitting there with a bunch of stuff surrounding her on the bed, including a stuffed bird with three heads, a chess set, an orange, two thermoses, some books, and a game of Connect 4]

[doctorquincy.livejournal.com]

. . . I see you have a lot to keep you busy.