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thecapitol2014-06-19 12:58 am
medecin) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-19 12:58 am
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He's ACTUALLY ill for once. Snow help us all.
Who: Joly and MAYBE YOU
What: An actually sick Joly. This oughta be fun.
Where: Locations in the Training Center
When: Current
Warning: Joly's sick and he's hallucinating, but uh, nothing else yet. I'll keep you posted here.
Option One: Training Center Labs:
An ill Joly was quite different to the regular, standard variety version, and one of the best ways to notice that he was ill, when there was a lack of other symptoms was how quiet, almost withdrawn the medical student was. At the moment, though he had a high fever, and was pausing every few moments to cough into a handkerchief, or the back of his arms, he was making an attempt to enter the labs anyway. After all, there was still work to do, ill or not, and he was needed as a doctor, a fact which had allowed him to put aside the fears that this might actually kill him in the end.
It bothered him to think of it, certainly, but his fear had risen to that state which left one rather silent in the face of what he thought could be an imminent demise, and rather than simply being afraid, he might as well do something, yes?
As he approached, already later than the time he had been assigned to arrive to work, he had to stop in the doorway, and cough again, surveying all around him as his eyes went wide. In front of him, with no reason or rhyme were dinosaur skeletons , rather like those in the last arena, though those had not moved at all, and had not spoken as the one in front of Joly was doing right now. Drawing a few breaths, he stared at the rack of bones, wondering what on earth it planned to do with him at all.
"You do not plan to eat me do you?" he wondered, staring right where this dinosaur's neck began. "The plaque at the museum said that creatures of your type did not eat meat, and also, being simply bone, I should not think digestion possible, but as I have learned, things are different everywhere. If you do plan to eat me, might you do it after my shift? I have a lot to do here."
If anyone else noticed him deep in apparent conversation with a poster advertising proper ways to wash your hands before going back to work, it might be a good idea for them to step in now.
Option Two: Training Center Common Areas:
With being judged too ill to work, Joly had been advised to return to his quarters, and to bed, but had found himself stopping along the way, noticing a bright blue stain spreading across his hands, and clear into his veins and needing to get it off right then.
Right then had turned into near half an hour spent at the room's one sink, and the stain only seemed to be getting brighter, despite his best efforts, and the bottle of soap and rough sponge he was using.
"I just can't get it OFF." He exclaimed, loud enough to be heard by others in the room, and certainly by those who happened to pass by, before redoubling his efforts and returning to scrub at extremely irritated palms. "Please, can someone help me?"
What: An actually sick Joly. This oughta be fun.
Where: Locations in the Training Center
When: Current
Warning: Joly's sick and he's hallucinating, but uh, nothing else yet. I'll keep you posted here.
Option One: Training Center Labs:
An ill Joly was quite different to the regular, standard variety version, and one of the best ways to notice that he was ill, when there was a lack of other symptoms was how quiet, almost withdrawn the medical student was. At the moment, though he had a high fever, and was pausing every few moments to cough into a handkerchief, or the back of his arms, he was making an attempt to enter the labs anyway. After all, there was still work to do, ill or not, and he was needed as a doctor, a fact which had allowed him to put aside the fears that this might actually kill him in the end.
It bothered him to think of it, certainly, but his fear had risen to that state which left one rather silent in the face of what he thought could be an imminent demise, and rather than simply being afraid, he might as well do something, yes?
As he approached, already later than the time he had been assigned to arrive to work, he had to stop in the doorway, and cough again, surveying all around him as his eyes went wide. In front of him, with no reason or rhyme were dinosaur skeletons , rather like those in the last arena, though those had not moved at all, and had not spoken as the one in front of Joly was doing right now. Drawing a few breaths, he stared at the rack of bones, wondering what on earth it planned to do with him at all.
"You do not plan to eat me do you?" he wondered, staring right where this dinosaur's neck began. "The plaque at the museum said that creatures of your type did not eat meat, and also, being simply bone, I should not think digestion possible, but as I have learned, things are different everywhere. If you do plan to eat me, might you do it after my shift? I have a lot to do here."
If anyone else noticed him deep in apparent conversation with a poster advertising proper ways to wash your hands before going back to work, it might be a good idea for them to step in now.
Option Two: Training Center Common Areas:
With being judged too ill to work, Joly had been advised to return to his quarters, and to bed, but had found himself stopping along the way, noticing a bright blue stain spreading across his hands, and clear into his veins and needing to get it off right then.
Right then had turned into near half an hour spent at the room's one sink, and the stain only seemed to be getting brighter, despite his best efforts, and the bottle of soap and rough sponge he was using.
"I just can't get it OFF." He exclaimed, loud enough to be heard by others in the room, and certainly by those who happened to pass by, before redoubling his efforts and returning to scrub at extremely irritated palms. "Please, can someone help me?"
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Penny's hardly the most comforting person to swoop into the alcove with the sink. She smells vaguely sterile, of the soap and showering she's been doing in between patients at the clinic. Her usual gowns have been replaced, for the moment, by embroidered scrubs and a long white labcoat. Her face is as cruel as ever, her cheekbones like a pedestal upon which rest her eyes like capricious royalty.
What's worse is that her voice is the breathy hiss of a vulture sniffing a carcass.
"I haven't seen you at the clinic today, Mr. Joly. And yet my paperwork says that you're very sick." Were he healthy, she might lean in now, invade his space to remind him that everything he has, even the air he breathes, is on loan from the Capitol. But instead she just eyes every curve of his body, the shake of his shoulders as he scrubs at reddened palms.
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"Yes, yes. I DO need to get to the clinic. I've a shift. Is it so late as that?" He adds, positively wringing his hands now. "I'd hoped to have this off before I go. All of this...ink or something. They would never let me in to work this way. The dinosaur I spoke with yesterday did not seem to think I should BE going to work, for some reason, but now..."
He's thrusting his hands under Penny's face to point out the stain. "It started to appear this morning. I am not sure what the bright blue means but I have to get it off of me before I get back. I will not be much good to anyone otherwise, will I? The good news is, with everything I checked, blue stains are not a precurser for illness."
Vaguely, he remembered something about feeling sick, but that had passed now in the face of the larger problem. "If I could only be rid of them, I'd get along to work and everything else. But as it is..."
Was the floor shifting? It seemed to be moving under Joly's feet, and it would usually have terrified him, to be so dizzy as that. Currently, though, he stared at it looking puzzled.
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"Ink? Bright blue? You must be..." And then a smile, twisting across her face like twine, appears over her lips. Hallucinations. Suddenly, this became much more interesting for her.
"Doctor Joly. I think you should come lie down. And allow me to take some blood."
If he's harboring a virus or bacteria that can alter perception, she wants to know about it. To know about it and then to tame it, like a dragon before a knight.
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"It was so strange, the way it happened." He mutters, and even he is not quite sure which of these events he is talking about. It is hard to make complete sense of anything. "I do hate to leave them in the lurch. The giant dinosaur will be quite disappointed, but how can I touch anyone in this state it...Take some blood?" He asks, frowning a little.
While Joly has gotten used to the idea of using needles for more than stitches and measuring samples based on blood, it still strikes him as odd, and it does seem as if it might hurt a little. But then...
"This is quite the serious matter, I suppose." In Joly's attempt to nod, he feels that pitch of lightheadedness again, even though he is still on the ground. "I do hope something can be found to answer this mystery. Things simply...it is as if all logic has died a very painful death. I'd rather hope to stop it, though. I've had the most distinctly awful image of Doctor Zoidberg with tiger's stripes in my head. I think it would be most uncomfortable, to turn into a tiger. At least it is a tiger though and not some sort of...the spotty cats. After all, they never prosper."
This is all said with something of a smile as Joly attempts to push his way back to his feet, not even fully aware that his pun has failed to make any sense.
"I would be glad to assist, yes. I do hope that my blood has not turned blue as well. It would not be the first time I am accused, but even SO..."
In other words, he'll certainly submit to it, at least.
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She hopes it isn't just from the fever, although the hallucinations seem fast and varied enough to not be just febrile. She grabs his wrist and yanks his arm out before jabbing a needle in.
Penny is capable of being gentle, though not tender; she knows that a whisper and a touch can be as painful as a bone-breaking blow and a scream. It's the dynamics that matter, not the volume. But right now she doesn't bother to be kind with Joly, and as such her movements are brusque and heartless.
"Any other symptoms?"
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What Joly thought did not really matter to his cough, and probably not to Penny either. Either way, he's managing to sink into the nearest chair, and is trying not to panic at the thought of that needle going IN THERE.
Every time it has been done so far, from his chip injection, to the wires during that horrible Saint Valentine's experiment has been rather less than pleasant, and who knows WHERE those needles have BEEN, how can he trust anyone who says that they are sterile, he can actually see the germs on this one, and they are horrible colors, bright orange and pink and that shade of violet that makes him want to vomit then and there, only there is nothing left to vomit, and he can hardly breathe, oh God, he actually can't breathe. He knows perfectly well that the needles were sterile earlier. so why are there so many germs on this one now?
If this were any other time, he would not LIKE the needle being shoved there, but would tolerate it for the sake of, well, the sake of many things since he's become accustomed to their use now, but just the sight of it, which to his eyes and in his fevered state is nearly as long as Penny's arm and about half as thick, sets him to gasping for breath again, and he is wheezing terribly now, choking on the air itself as he watches the needle change again, becoming the most sickly shade of green that he has EVER seen, and it plunges toward him as he tries to scream.
Well, at least the question about SOME of the other symptoms got an answer, with that fit of coughing, didn't they?
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The only thing that separates Penny right now from a junkie when the drug hits the brain is that Penny is perfectly, perfectly poised. She does not twitch, she does not moan, but she smiles.
Penny's smiles are always genuine, and that's what makes them terrible. They reach her eyes, and her mouth needn't be seen.
She wiggles the needle a bit, then withdraws it. "There, there. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
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It's the eyes that are going rather catlike to him, yes, and Joly feels something like a bird caught up in this one's clutches. Really, when she is finished, the entire thing is a relief and Joly is breathing easier.
Yes, yes it was that bad. But he hardly wishes to say THAT to someone who commands so much respect, so instead, he'll try for a mixture of honesty and minor falsehoods designed to save one's reputation from getting any worse.
"Not at all," That part of it is the lie, and fairly obvious. "That is...I had rather an awful hallucination, but you are good with the needle. I barely felt that, at least." He'd felt it, of course, but the hallucination had kept him from noticing how much it hurt. He supposed that was one point for this illness anyway.