So... not bleeding out as we speak or anything, then?
[Thank goodness. Jun had read that Minato might be a little too cool under pressure at times when they'd met, and had been worrying that he was keeping a level head only so that neither of them panicked.]
[Jun and Minato often ate meals together, having become friends due to their similar personalities, both being quiet boys, and their backgrounds with Persona, giving them a sense of common ground. They both were completely comfortable with silence dotted with the occasion hint of conversation, which suited them both just fine. Most of the time Tatsuya would join them, but on this occasion he wasn't here, which gave Minato an opportunity to ask something that had been on his mind. He wasn't as familiar with Tatsuya yet, and he wasn't sure if the conversation would go well if they were both here at the same time, so having just Jun was the perfect chance.
They were almost at the end of their meal when Minato finally gets the courage to speak up. He was taking a pretty big risk even talking about this to any degree, but... he needed some level of guidance, and he couldn't ask the network without being aggressively outed.]
...I have a question, if you don't mind answering.
[Jun was comfortable with Minato, honestly. In a way he hadn't really expected to be, but the way that they were both comfortable in silence really set him at ease. Jun had never been great socially, after all, and it was nice not to feel like he needed to interact unless it was what he wanted.
He looked up when Minato spoke, having mostly just been engrossed in his food. A little grossed out too honestly, but he was getting used to it. Unfortunately.]
[Jun had high empathy, and even without having to sense how Minato's Persona was feeling, he could sense something in the pause.
He doesn't mention it.
Instead, he turns a little red at the question. He never could get over being a little shy about... that. But he'd been honest before, and he was very happy with Tatsuya, so...]
Were you ever afraid that you were going to ruin your friendship by saying anything about it? Also... how did you know he felt the same, or did one of you just take that leap without knowing for sure?
[Oh, that wasn't too bad, honestly. A kind of difficult question, though.]
Hmmm... [Jun actually pauses to tap at his chin in thought then.]
I... I don't know when it changed, honestly. We've been friends for so long. [He looked to his wrist, where he had Tatsuya's watch, which he'd given him so long ago. The only thing he had from home, and he was so happy to have it.]
But it's complicated, too. Some things happened that ruined our friendship for awhile, but Tatsuya and the others pulled me back. And then he said something that I thought at the time was a joke, but... I guess he meant it?
[Someone comes in with an arm rotting off from the elbow, and Erika starts making motions towards the door.
The halls smell a lot less like rot. Just about everywhere smells a little bit like it, especially the common routes between the mess hall and everywhere else, but there are these pockets of indifferent peace in the corridors where time and situation kind of drop out of consciousness and it could just as easily be the station of two months ago as it could be the station of now. Except for that very faint, sickly scent - but it's hard to notice it, compared to the air in the medbay. Erika sits up straight and still in there, attentive and waiting for orders; out here one of her shoulders is a little looser, one hand fiddling with the sleeve of the jacket tied around her waist. The other one is bound up with metal stiffness. It's the only sign of affliction, with her jumpsuit on.]
As long as nobody's poached the bigger containers, I know a setting for a decent nutrition drink. It's not too hard to keep down.
[Frankly, Jun also might need something easy to keep down at this point. He'd fainted a couple of times this week and it was beginning to be a problem. He's not even sure if he could continue enduring the smell, nevermind the way that people seemed to be literally fall apart, or even peeling themselves open.
Awful.]
Oh... do you think you could show me...?
[He asks that, trying to keep his expression neutral, but it was really difficult.]
I kind of wish I could find some face masks too, honestly. It might help stop spreading... I haven't shown any symptoms yet, but it is so widespread, it might only be a matter of time.
[The electrical grid as expressed in code corresponds to a maze of vents and fans that spread out in Erika's mind, cheerfully chugging away and spraying a fine mist of pathogen over every surface in the station. It's been in her lungs for well over a week - it's hard to imagine anyone just coincidentally not picking it up.
Erika gets a very intensely focused look on her face when she thinks about things like this, pointed at the floor or a far wall.]
I think... [Hmm. Pause. Awkward nerves make her throat seize up for a moment and her voice quaver oddly for a few seconds after it lets up.] ...What I think - probably sounds too pessimistic. I don't know if you'll like it.
[It would make him feel better. He knows that it doesn't make any sense though. He's already been exposed, and honestly there was no reason to try to minimize it now. Still, there was a small selfish part of him that hoped he could try to avoid it longer if he were to stop breathing in the same air.]
Hm... Well, you not telling me what you think won't really stop you from thinking it. It's alright if I won't like it. You can tell me anyway.
[It was hard not to be a little pessimistic in this situation, of course. People were experiencing a small scale epidemic, after all.]
[That makes sense to her on a completely different level than it makes sense to him! Cool.
She hums appreciatively.]
Alright. I think that - whatever happens to us is probably already set in stone. And it won't - won't be nice. But what, what really...hmm. What really matters...
[She hits some kind of verbal block here, frowning tightly at her inability to string together all the words she needs on the spot. She knows what she wants to say; the low-grade stress of being around someone unfamiliar just sets a limit and recharge time on her eloquence.]
"The taller you build it, the harder it falls." [Mumbled:] Like that.
[That's embarrassingly approximate. She's embarrassed to have even tried to put it that way.]
[ The disease that's been spreading throughout the station is concerning— no. No, that word feels too mild. It's horrifying, all the moreso because there doesn't seem to be an easy fix to it. Jun has been doing his best to fix this, better than anyone could reasonably hope given the circumstances— but Tatsuya was worried. For Jun. He knows his lover, Jun's the kind of person who works himself far harder than he should— and he needs to get some sleep.
It's with vague, half-formed plans to drag him to bed that Tatsuya goes searching for his missing boyfriend. ]
[Tatsuya was absolutely right about two things- one: that this was horrifying, Jun had already fainted at least once, and two: that Jun was absolutely overworking himself to try to help others.
The problem being that he was no doctor, and that his healing spells had very limited ability to help the sick. They didn't even put poor Jim's fingers back on. How awful.
Jun could be found in the Mess Hall easily, busying himself with making food for people since Erika had helped him to find a setting that made something like a good soup. He'd look up when Tatsuya approached, lighting up a little.]
[ It had been a concern— that surrounding himself with the sick, Jun himself could get sick. But it didn't look that way, and thank goodness for that. One of his hands reaches out automatically to slip into Jun's. ]
[He said it, but he was... tired. He just had a hard time resting right now, but he does relax quite a bit once Tatsuya's fingers entwine with his own though, releasing what looked like a lot of tension he'd been holding.]
Yeah... It looks like most of the station at this point.
[ The implications of that are hard to ignore— that this epidemic could hit all of them. That this could be the end. But he's too stubborn to believe that's it, and he suspects everyone else is too. He knows Jun is. ]
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7/10/18 @tatsuya
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I do. How bad is your injury?
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[Jun had a lot of other questions, but with blood loss, time was of the essence, and so he could assess for himself the extent of the damage.]
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Don't worry, it's not super urgent. It's just the equivalent of having donated a significant amount of blood.
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So... not bleeding out as we speak or anything, then?
[Thank goodness. Jun had read that Minato might be a little too cool under pressure at times when they'd met, and had been worrying that he was keeping a level head only so that neither of them panicked.]
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action, 7/25/18
They were almost at the end of their meal when Minato finally gets the courage to speak up. He was taking a pretty big risk even talking about this to any degree, but... he needed some level of guidance, and he couldn't ask the network without being aggressively outed.]
...I have a question, if you don't mind answering.
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He looked up when Minato spoke, having mostly just been engrossed in his food. A little grossed out too honestly, but he was getting used to it. Unfortunately.]
Mh, oh. Okay, sure?
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[He hesitates then, for a moment, stirring the contents of his plate with his fork anxiously, though it doesn't show on his face.]
You said you're together, correct?
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He doesn't mention it.
Instead, he turns a little red at the question. He never could get over being a little shy about... that. But he'd been honest before, and he was very happy with Tatsuya, so...]
Ah. Y-yes. We are together.
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[God, this was hard.]
Were you ever afraid that you were going to ruin your friendship by saying anything about it? Also... how did you know he felt the same, or did one of you just take that leap without knowing for sure?
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Hmmm... [Jun actually pauses to tap at his chin in thought then.]
I... I don't know when it changed, honestly. We've been friends for so long. [He looked to his wrist, where he had Tatsuya's watch, which he'd given him so long ago. The only thing he had from home, and he was so happy to have it.]
But it's complicated, too. Some things happened that ruined our friendship for awhile, but Tatsuya and the others pulled me back. And then he said something that I thought at the time was a joke, but... I guess he meant it?
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event shiz, august 11-13ish?
The halls smell a lot less like rot. Just about everywhere smells a little bit like it, especially the common routes between the mess hall and everywhere else, but there are these pockets of indifferent peace in the corridors where time and situation kind of drop out of consciousness and it could just as easily be the station of two months ago as it could be the station of now. Except for that very faint, sickly scent - but it's hard to notice it, compared to the air in the medbay. Erika sits up straight and still in there, attentive and waiting for orders; out here one of her shoulders is a little looser, one hand fiddling with the sleeve of the jacket tied around her waist. The other one is bound up with metal stiffness. It's the only sign of affliction, with her jumpsuit on.]
As long as nobody's poached the bigger containers, I know a setting for a decent nutrition drink. It's not too hard to keep down.
[regarding appropriate food for patients.]
Excellent~
Awful.]
Oh... do you think you could show me...?
[He asks that, trying to keep his expression neutral, but it was really difficult.]
I kind of wish I could find some face masks too, honestly. It might help stop spreading... I haven't shown any symptoms yet, but it is so widespread, it might only be a matter of time.
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[The electrical grid as expressed in code corresponds to a maze of vents and fans that spread out in Erika's mind, cheerfully chugging away and spraying a fine mist of pathogen over every surface in the station. It's been in her lungs for well over a week - it's hard to imagine anyone just coincidentally not picking it up.
Erika gets a very intensely focused look on her face when she thinks about things like this, pointed at the floor or a far wall.]
I think... [Hmm. Pause. Awkward nerves make her throat seize up for a moment and her voice quaver oddly for a few seconds after it lets up.] ...What I think - probably sounds too pessimistic. I don't know if you'll like it.
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[It would make him feel better. He knows that it doesn't make any sense though. He's already been exposed, and honestly there was no reason to try to minimize it now. Still, there was a small selfish part of him that hoped he could try to avoid it longer if he were to stop breathing in the same air.]
Hm... Well, you not telling me what you think won't really stop you from thinking it. It's alright if I won't like it. You can tell me anyway.
[It was hard not to be a little pessimistic in this situation, of course. People were experiencing a small scale epidemic, after all.]
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She hums appreciatively.]
Alright. I think that - whatever happens to us is probably already set in stone. And it won't - won't be nice. But what, what really...hmm. What really matters...
[She hits some kind of verbal block here, frowning tightly at her inability to string together all the words she needs on the spot. She knows what she wants to say; the low-grade stress of being around someone unfamiliar just sets a limit and recharge time on her eloquence.]
"The taller you build it, the harder it falls." [Mumbled:] Like that.
[That's embarrassingly approximate. She's embarrassed to have even tried to put it that way.]
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Backdated to August 2018 Decay Plot
It's with vague, half-formed plans to drag him to bed that Tatsuya goes searching for his missing boyfriend. ]
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The problem being that he was no doctor, and that his healing spells had very limited ability to help the sick. They didn't even put poor Jim's fingers back on. How awful.
Jun could be found in the Mess Hall easily, busying himself with making food for people since Erika had helped him to find a setting that made something like a good soup. He'd look up when Tatsuya approached, lighting up a little.]
Oh, Tatsuya! You still look healthy, I'm so glad.
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[ It had been a concern— that surrounding himself with the sick, Jun himself could get sick. But it didn't look that way, and thank goodness for that. One of his hands reaches out automatically to slip into Jun's. ]
How have you been holding up?
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[He said it, but he was... tired. He just had a hard time resting right now, but he does relax quite a bit once Tatsuya's fingers entwine with his own though, releasing what looked like a lot of tension he'd been holding.]
There are just... so many sick.
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[ The implications of that are hard to ignore— that this epidemic could hit all of them. That this could be the end. But he's too stubborn to believe that's it, and he suspects everyone else is too. He knows Jun is. ]
How long has it been since you last slept?
[ He'll get right to the point. ]
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@noir
I think we may finally have the right balance in the water for the plants to grow.
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The flowers are getting new blooms as well. It really is encouraging.