[ TLV | Video ] 009 - Hi my name is Sneezy.

[reactivates]

[Sittin' in her bed back in her cabin, drinking some juice through a pink double-heart-shaped crazy-straw. Her hair is a little messy (though she does have a pink streak in it) and she looks pale, but otherwise there's no leftover visible trace of her illness from the last few days. (Don't ask her how she got flu-type sickness in space. From port, maybe? She hasn't thought too hard on the how yet.) There is, however, an audible trace - her voice sounds lower than usual, and still sort of congested.]

Uhm. Sorry I've been AWOL from the Network for a while, you guys. I was kind of down for the count. To be honest, it was kinda good timing? But also bad timing. Eh, never mind. It was neutral timing. But weird. Guess I called it on the space-sickness though, huh? [A grin here, though she knows that wasn't the type of sickness she was referring to when she first arrived on the Barge.]

How much did I miss, anyway? Fill me in, pretty please? My eyes are still too tired to go back-tracking.

[Private to Merlin]
Thank you.

[Private to Dracula]
I seem to recall you leaving me a message, but for the life of me I can't even remember what was going on. You doing okay?

[Private to Dean]
Thanks for hauling my ass to the medical ward during the worst of it, despite my protesting. I did manage to get back before Willow got soul-ified, so all's good here. Or mostly good, anyway.

Comments

[maxwells_demon]

Heey. You doin' okay there?

And hi. The name's Duo, I just arrived.

[reactivates]

I'm gettin' there, thanks. Just recovering from a flu. Which is weird, current location considered. But, uh, weirder stuff has happened here.

Oh hey, a newbie. [A smile, though then she gives a little half-shrug.] Not like I can actually call you that though, since I've only been here like a month. Still getting used to everything myself. And, yeah. Uh. I'm Claudia Donovan. Like to think of myself as the resident techie geek, but there's more like me around, so. I'm also real into music, though, so there's that.

[She clears her throat a little, still trying to get her voice back.] Anyway, anything you have questions about, feel free to ask. I'd really recommend going to Chromie, though. She's sort of the unofficial welcome wagon. Got a nifty pamphlet and everything.

[maxwells_demon]

That is weird. Space flu, who knew. Jeez. You've got my sympathies.

Hm. It's accurate even so, aaand it's alot to get used to. Heh!

Tech geek you say? Guess I'll be your new rival on that end, although I wouldn't use the word 'geek'. [He can't. He's a guy.] As for everything else? I approve.

[Thumbs up.]?

Hey, I don't want you to strain your voice any more than you have to. Do you wanna switch to text? As for Chromie, if she doesn't find me I'll find her. Thanks for the recommendation.

[reactivates]

I've been through worse. Nearly spontaneously combusted once. That was fun. [/Sarcasm.]

It is a whole lot to get used to, that's for sure. And there's even more to get used to once you've actually been assigned to an inmate.

[A grateful smile here.] Text'd probably be good, thanks. [And some fiddling with her communicator... The video feed shuts off, and text appears instead.]

Yeah, Chromie. She's a sweet one. Also, apparently a dragon? I don't know much about it, haven't asked. She certainly doesn't look like what I picture when I think of "dragon", though.

It's almost a little hard being a techie here, because there's not a whole lot to play with. I kind of miss hacking into bank accounts and federal databases.

[nolongerhollow]

[Have a Dracula, who is...bundled up in bed. His hair is loose and a bit askew, and his robe gaps open at the chest, revealing a small, rough carved wooden cross on a cord. When he speaks his voice is raspy and weak. He's setting a book aside to talk to her.] I will be all right. I am glad that you are improving. I was...concerned.

[reactivates]

[Don't give any mind to Claudia's momentary shock, here. Though the concern lingers longer than the shock.] Eh, I've been through worse. I didn't like, give you my flu though, did I? [Pause.] Wait, can vampires even get human viruses?

[Private]

[nolongerhollow]

[He holds up a hand.] No...no...it is the Death Toll. I will be all right within...a week...you did nothing.

[scentbombed]

Are you all right? I didn't even know we could get sick up here, except on the food.

You missed a... flood. [Which Angua is trying desperately not to think about.] Not, er, much.

[reactivates]

I'm nearly completely over it, I think. And yeah, I know, talk about weird. But it's just my luck, really. Leave it to me to be the first to get an inter-dimensional flu.

[Sorry Angua, you mentioned flood. Now there will be questions. Claudia is a questions type of gal.] Oh? Flood? Like the actress/actor thing we got before, or something different?

[scentbombed]

Rather different. [Quickly, she adds:] But it's always different, we almost never repeat floods. My inmate's done analyseses and everything.

[ichoosefight]

You didn't really miss much. There was a flood, some people got sappy on Father's Day, nothing new really.

[reactivates]

Exciting. Seems like we've got a few new people in though, at least. Which, actually, isn't really "new" [air quotes] either.

Looks like there's some apologies floating around. Did the flood suck for everyone, or did some actually enjoy it? Because my first flood was actually kinda cool. Though, uh, also, you know, disorienting.

[ichoosefight]

Sucked for a lot of people, it seems like. If many people were happy about it they haven't said as much.

[ Video ]

[surfaceshine]

There were space midgets and a meteor shower. Other than that, more of the same, forever and ever amen.

[ Private ]

You can always count on me to completely ignore whatever you tell me to do, darlin'. [This with a grin, though it doesn't linger.] You doin' okay now?

[ Video ]

[reactivates]

...I missed a meteor shower?! [So much woe at that.]

[Private]

[He gets a grin in return from Claudia.] I'll make note of that.

[There's a small shrug.] Eh, mostly. Definitely getting there. I'm hoping I didn't say anything weird to anybody while I was all wacky with fever, though. [A slight tilt of the head, as she regards the screen.] How are you?

[ Video ]

[surfaceshine]

Not really. I just thought you might like something nice to have missed. [Shrug. Winchester logic is not always the most logical of logic.]

[ Private ]

What're you talking about - you say weird things to people even when you're not all wacky with fever. [But he pairs it with an impish bounce of his eyebrows, corner of his mouth curled in amusement.] I'm fine.

No one's been screaming for help, so I'm gonna guess the Willow thing is going as well as it can?

[trenchcoatedly]

You were likely in a barge coma.

[reactivates]

Uh... A what now?

[trenchcoatedly]

A period of suspended animation.

Private/Video

[takeyouapart]

[Four days after the fact, Merlin still looks incredibly exhausted, his eyes dark and his face pale and drawn. But he's smiling.]

You're welcome.

How is she?

Private/Video

[reactivates]

[Despite the smile, she's still a little concerned. And she feels slightly guilty. She didn't know the spell would do that to him.]

She's... She's okay. I spent the last few days with her. She's uh, kinda antisocial right now, but. [Sort of an understatement.] It's not as bad as it could have been?

Private/Video

[takeyouapart]

[He didn't either, but you live and learn right?]

I understand.

[peektuttut]

Times like this, I miss Alfred the most. He makes a mean chicken soup.

[Private]

Why good timing?

[reactivates]

...Alfred? [She thinks the name may have come up once or twice, but she doesn't remember actually talking about him.] Ugh, Tim, all I've had in the last week is soup. I am sick of soup.

[Private]

Only because I was majorly stressing out and also bored out of my mind down there in level zero, so. Getting to sleep the majority of the time was kind of nice? In a way? I think I needed it.

[peektuttut]

This is special soup. It's impossible to be sick of it.

Yeah, Alfred Pennyworth. He's - well technically he's our butler, but I've known him for years. He's like the grandfather I never had. Who happens to make amazing chicken soup.

[Private]

Almost definitely. I vaguely recall a scolding about not getting enough sleep.