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snowblindrpg2016-10-19 10:13 am
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[log] Comorbidity [closed]
Characters: John Watson, Death the Kid, Franken Stein, and Undertaker
Location House 58
Date: Night 171
Summary: This is a house with a lot of problems in it. Watson, Kid, and Stein run into Undertaker for the night.
Warnings: Possible talk of death, morbid discussions.
[A simple single-story building, the snow weighs uneasily on it, and it creaks and groans under the strain at the best of times. It's very dark, and only the kitchen and living room are intact. The kitchen has a back door. Two snowmen have been built outside. A message has been written on the wall in blue ink: "Don't wreck the snowmen! That's super mean!" "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY ONE, TRAVELLING EAST." has been carved into one of the walls. The following has been written on the wall in blue pen: "This is Building95 97 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath this is a fairly accurate map showing the house in relation to the school and buildings 29, 35, 35, 37, 40, 41, 47, 48, 50, 53. House 34 is labeled "Medical assistance; hot, clean water. Contact Dr. Epps @claytonator". The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed".]
Location House 58
Date: Night 171
Summary: This is a house with a lot of problems in it. Watson, Kid, and Stein run into Undertaker for the night.
Warnings: Possible talk of death, morbid discussions.
[A simple single-story building, the snow weighs uneasily on it, and it creaks and groans under the strain at the best of times. It's very dark, and only the kitchen and living room are intact. The kitchen has a back door. Two snowmen have been built outside. A message has been written on the wall in blue ink: "Don't wreck the snowmen! That's super mean!" "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY ONE, TRAVELLING EAST." has been carved into one of the walls. The following has been written on the wall in blue pen: "This is Building
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[Because in his day, drugs were all the rage! Hint: do not take advice from a ye olde.
Though while he speaks, Undertaker moves over to the end of the counter and picks up the remains of a badly cracked cookie jar. He lifts it's lid, tilting it towards him. But it's empty of course.]
Undertaker y u do dis
[Kid's eyes widen as the man tilts the cookie jar, effectively moving the jar out of place. The kitchen was so hard to put in order and now here the guy is ruining it!]
Ah! If--if you'd be so kind as to leave that--
[Heat crawls into his cheeks, and Kid hastily turns to push the moved cookie jar back into place. A sharp eye might notice that at the other end of the counter there is a similarly shaped and badly damaged vase. Kid's doing his best to have some symmetry okay?]
Yes. If--the jar is very damaged, you see. It may break. Leaving it is best. I, ah--I have food. If that is what you are looking for.
because he's awful
He slides one of the drawers beneath the counter open with a quiet creak, and begins emptying it one piece of rusted cutlery at a time. Setting them a bit haphazardly on the counter above.
It was a bit mean to do to someone who was already sick and exhausted, but it was also a game too amusing to pass up an opportunity on.]
More rations, right? Or is it something more luxurious than that?
Cruel. Absolutely cruel
You are making a mess!
[Forget about offering food; the not-quite panic has increased to almost-panic and Kid gathers up the forks that have been placed on the counter, almost protectively.] Why?! After I've just put everything straight!
[Less than gently he replaces the forks and begins gathering the spoons, his hands shaking.] Just leave them alone!
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But when it comes down to it, he has no reason to keep torturing the lad. Now that he's had his fun, he actually stops trying to mess anything else up and allows Kid to set it straight once more.]
Goodness, you aaaaare serious about it~ I'm just kidding around.
[Rimshots everywhere. Though he does move off back towards his original spot.]
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Kid is quiet for thirty solid seconds, composing himself. Then:]
...I have some food from the school. It is not quite rations, but I would hesitate to call it luxurious.
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[Yes, he's very much aware of how annoying he is.]
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[Kid takes his tablet from the counter and heads to his pack, crouching on the floor. He doesn't have a wide array of food, but Undertaker will be able to find something. A box or two of shelf-stable milk, pieces of fruit only partially bruised, a small amount of things that don't perish quickly like crackers and the like. What's interesting is that there's...more than his traveling companions.
Much like his bad sleeping habits, Kid isn't good at eating well, either.]
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[He draws an X over his left breast with the long nail of his pointer finger, then follows the other to his pack. When it's opened, he crouches down next to it and picks around at the various foodstuffs, moving it around with quick plucks of his middle two fingers and thumb. He seems to have some oddly specific habits of his own.]
My, you have quite the variety~ [The fact that it's a considerable amount doesn't escape his notice. Kid, you really need a keeper. Or at least someone who'll force you into taking better care of yourself.]
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Please don't tell Professor Stein I shared. If he had his way I would eat every single bite, but I can't.
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He pauses when Kid makes that plea to him, and despite his overbearing bangs and the darkness he looks like he's staring at the younger without his usual grin in place. Eventually, he picks up a piece of the fruit. With a deft movement of his hand, it disappears into the confines of his bell-shaped sleeve.]
You should try to, you know. The cold steals your energy, and medicine or no you'll break your body down even further.
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He tells me all the time and I'm trying. [Fiddling with the button on his jacket, Kid swallows. He really is skin and bones beneath the suit jacket now, thinned out to the point that the clothes he'd arrived in don't quite fit the way they had.] I am.
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Jeez, this guy had some serious issues. Undertaker shouldn't be concerned. After all, there were dozens of people here who were all probably suffering in similar states. The obituaries proved that people succumbed to the elements or worse on a regular basis. That was just how it worked.
But he didn't have to like it.]
Then you'll die, eventually.
[It was a harsh truth, but maybe that would be enough to motivate him.] Might come back, might not. It's too bad... starving yourself to death should be one of the more avoidable ways to go.
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[Huff.
Kid snaps back as if this is the most basic reality. His gaze is dark.] I am not afraid of dying, so you will have to choose something else if you're trying to frighten me into doing as you say.
[Stubbornly, Kid takes one of the milk boxes from his pack and puts the straw in, taking a sip. Spiting him by doing what he's telling you to do? Okay there, Kid. Don't rebel too hard.]
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He's glad to see Kid take the milk and stubbornly begin sipping at it, however. He'll consider this a tentative success.]
Kid will be at sick lvl 3 this month and most of the time he's like "wat do with sick?"
He's shivering as he pulls his knees close to him, trying to generate some warmth. He can't tell, but would imagine that the fever that he's had on and off has come back.
Kid doesn't seem as cocky and confident as he had a few minutes before.]
S-sorry. The coughing--it's worse at nighttime. I try to keep quiet. [He rests his chin on his knees, blinking.] And then--all of that, it's not easy to eat.
I'm trying.
Poor guy ;;
If he was kinder he might offer Kid his over coat, but there's still that fear of getting infected through it. Instead, Undertaker just sighs a bit and lets the coughing fit pass. He's never been very good at taking care of others. That's why he's usually left it to those more competent (sometimes unwisely so).
But he does reach over to pick up the milk and offers it back to the younger.]
You should go join the others and get some sleep. Or at least warm yourself up.
;_;
[Still, Kid takes the milk back as its given to him and holds it, glancing to the dilapidated living room.] I don't like lying on the floor trying to sleep but not being able to, so sometimes I don't try until I'm certain I'll sleep. It's easier.
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Well then if neither of us is keen on sleeping, I guess that leaves us at finding something to talk about.
[He would browse the network, but by this time the chatter was typically fairly quiet.]
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Kid ponders what he might want to talk about for a few moments, then:]
Undertaker is an unusual name.
[He said he wasn't sleepy, not that he was at his conversational peak.]
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My father choose a very appropriate name for me, and I would prefer you not call me "Kiddy". That is not even my full name.
Is "undertaker" your profession?
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[He nods at the next question, however.] My main one, yes.
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[Hah.] But I don't see what that has to do with your name, either.
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