[ 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.

[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.

[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.

[ichoosefight]

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

[ 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?

[trenchcoatedly]

You were likely in a barge coma.

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?

[peektuttut]

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

[Private]

Why good timing?