SPAM! For Rose (The Crazy Skanky Pagan one)

[deusexmechanic]

[Harper is totally going to the engine room. Really, totally, completely going to the engine room. Except that the closer he gets to it, the more nauseous he gets, and-- oh crap, he's actually going to hurl, he's going to-- okay, get to the deck, get to the deck and he can be sick over the side, that's the new plan here...

Lurching onto the deck, Harper dry heaves over the side of the Barge a few times, before straightening up. His stomach's still churning, but he feels an actual, physical pull towards the gardens. At the moment he feels too sick to bother fighting it, so he gives in, staggering onwards towards the epicenter of the force that's drawing him in.

Finally arriving at the garden, he spots Rose, and strangely, he instantly feels better. Scratching the back of his neck, he calls out to her:]

Uh, hey, excuse me?

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[Rose didn't feel ill until the morning, after the announcement of the flood. So she went to the gardens first, tending to the plants because they were the only things that made her feel better. Only...this time...they didn't. She still felt ill. However, she did start to feel better after a while...with no reason at all. And then, when Harper entered, the sickness went away completely.]

Yes? [She turned to him, looking both annoyed and relieved. She didn't know why, but he made her feel better.]

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

Have you been feeling like your guts are looking for an escape route outta your stomach all morning, or is it just me?

[SO ELOQUENT, RIGHT?]

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[All he gets for a moment is an expression of disgust. She's not going to play his little game with him. Instead, she opts for a more diplomatic approach.]

I have not been feeling well until your entrance. If that is what you meant.

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

That's good. Means it's probably a flood at least.

[Harper lets out a breath, and looks around.]

So, uh, did you get dragged over here by an invisible force? Or do you come here often?

[Yeah, that inquiry sorta turned into a pick up line at the end. SORRY ROSE.]

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[Rose totally recognizes that for what it is and rolls her eyes.]

I work in the gardens. So I'm usually here. [She paused.]

What sort of flood do you think this is?

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Maybe it's a sick day flood? Like, It didn't want me to go to work, so it got me sick and dragged me over here.

[Not that that explained Rose's still being with work, but hey, maybe gardening didn't count as work to the Barge! It was a leisure activity, really.]

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[She looked back down to the plant she was tending.]

Then go away. [She turned and headed back down the rows, though she instantly started to feel the sickness again. Wincing, she put her hand on a shelf and looked down to the ground.]

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

What? Did you just miss the 'dragged me over here' bit?

[Harper asked, a little indignantly, before she started away from him again, and a sudden wall of nausea hit him hard. Without thinking about it, he was following her again, just to get rid of that sickness.]

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[Rose was grateful when he moved closer. It meant that she didn't feel so...terrible. So she just frowned instead, trying to look put out.]

I was trying to ignore it. Well, at least you're here now. [She shrugged.] You can at least make yourself useful.

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

[Harper let out a breath, before turning to glance over his shoulder.] Uh, I don't think so. Look, if this is about being close to you, and not being stuck in the garden? Then you're gonna have to go to the Engine room with me, because I just happen to be kinda needed down there...

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

I'm not going. [She sprayed a few of the plants with of a bit of water and didn't even look at him.]

You can simply stay away for a bit.

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

Uh, no, you don't understand... [Harper's following her, but just because he doesn't want to start feeling sick again.] The engine room, doesn't just wilt or whatever, if I don't do my job. If I don't do my job? The ship stops working. I do not take days off.

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

You are not the only one who works there. [She didn't stop walking or tending. And she wasn't going to give up on this. At least, not that she knew of.]

Do not overestimate your importance.

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

No, I'm just the only one who knows what he's doing, who works there. [Vain? Who Harper?] Look, are you going to come with me, or am I just going to make us both sick going on my own?

[He really doesn't want to do that. FEELING SICK SUCKS.]

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

I'm not going down to the engine room. [Make of that what you will, Harper. She just sends him a glare.]

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

Okay, you know what? Fine. You don't wanna compromise? We won't compromise. [Harper suddenly steps forward and clamps his arms around her waist, and... congratulations Rose, you are now being dragged towards the engine room.]

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[Well, she didn't like that! Nor did she expect it. It took a few seconds for her mind to comprehend what exactly was happening before she was flailing a bit.]

Let go of me!

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

[No way is Harper letting you outta this one, missy! He keeps right on dragging.] Nuh uh, we're checking the engine room. If you absolutely have too? We'll come back later, but making sure the ship doesn't break is priority number one!

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

This ship is not going to break. [But, she was slowly running out of steam.] I can walk on my own, thank you.

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

[Pause.] I know you can, what I'm wondering is if you will?

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

If the alternative is being dragged, then yes. [She wasn't happy about it, but she'd rather walk on her own.]

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

[And dutifully, Harper releases her] All right, let's go, Sister.

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[She mutters a few choice words and brushes her hands on her skirt before following along behind him.]

We are not going to stay there all day.

[deusexmechanic.livejournal.com]

[Harper waves away her concerns] Yeah yeah, three hours tops, then we'll do something you wanna do.

[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[She shook her head behind his back, though she was complacent at the moment.]

I need to feed my friend's....pets...while he's in the infirmary. So it's not what I want to do, it's what I need to do.