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deusexmechanic[Around lunchtime, you get yet another post from Harper in the engine room. Only this time it is pretty distinctively unsexy. Video clicks on, and he's kind of half slumped against one of the metal panels of the engine room looking a total wreck he's pale, damp with sweat, and his eyes are bloodshot. It actually takes him a moment to register that he's got the journal on, but once he works this out, he focuses his eyes on it.]
Hey-- I was... I was feeling kinda-- not so good earlier, so I was gonna just take tomorrow to sleep it off or something. Only, it just got way worse, way too fast, and now I'm kind of afraid that if it keeps on then I might be dying, and--
[He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath before exhaling it with a shudder, then drops his head against the metal panel, not bothering to open his eyes again.]
I didn't mean to say all that. I just... I think I'm dying, and I think I need help.
[OOC: SO, Harper got spiked with an experimental truth serum by Hayley and Crane. GOOD NEWS? It worked, he can't lie right now. BAD NEWS? It was mildly toxic, and Harpers immune system is a straw house built on a foundation of malnutrition. He isn't dying, but he sure as hell feels like he is right now. Engine dudes? You can assume that Harper went from being perfectly fine (if a bit overly chatty) to being a sweating, feverish mess within the space of about an hour and a half.
P.s. No more Harper spam after this, promise :c]
Hey-- I was... I was feeling kinda-- not so good earlier, so I was gonna just take tomorrow to sleep it off or something. Only, it just got way worse, way too fast, and now I'm kind of afraid that if it keeps on then I might be dying, and--
[He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath before exhaling it with a shudder, then drops his head against the metal panel, not bothering to open his eyes again.]
I didn't mean to say all that. I just... I think I'm dying, and I think I need help.
[OOC: SO, Harper got spiked with an experimental truth serum by Hayley and Crane. GOOD NEWS? It worked, he can't lie right now. BAD NEWS? It was mildly toxic, and Harpers immune system is a straw house built on a foundation of malnutrition. He isn't dying, but he sure as hell feels like he is right now. Engine dudes? You can assume that Harper went from being perfectly fine (if a bit overly chatty) to being a sweating, feverish mess within the space of about an hour and a half.
P.s. No more Harper spam after this, promise :c]
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Date: 2010-11-08 12:25 pm (UTC)You need to get out of there. [Because you locked Tyr out and he can't save you this time, genius!]
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Date: 2010-11-08 12:31 pm (UTC)[All of this comes out a little blearily, but he totally expects you to come rescue him now.
Then he realizes he just publicly announced how his security system works, and his eyes snap open, staring at Tyr like he's more than just a little freaked out right now.]
There is something really wrong with me!
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Date: 2010-11-08 10:30 pm (UTC)Five minutes. Are you alone down there? [And he's already heading down.]
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Date: 2010-11-08 10:42 pm (UTC)[Harpers voice sounds kinda uncertain and hazy, but NO LIES FOR YOU.]
howie. tries to return a favour. whilst still a bit spacy himself.
Date: 2010-11-08 12:35 pm (UTC)You need to get to the infirmary. Or it needs to come to you. I'll... I can come help.
Way to be a bro howie :c /off to uni now
Date: 2010-11-08 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-08 12:55 pm (UTC)I'll go find a doctor anyway. What happened? [That, he quickly realises, is a dumb question.]
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Date: 2010-11-08 12:35 pm (UTC)FU STORE BRAND CAPA!
Date: 2010-11-08 12:46 pm (UTC)WITH GLASSES AND SUIT THOUGH. AND POTATO SACK HAT.
Date: 2010-11-09 12:14 am (UTC)A style icon for the new millenium? Not my diagnosis :|
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Date: 2010-11-08 12:50 pm (UTC)I PM'D YOU ABOUT THIS BB <3
Date: 2010-11-08 04:52 pm (UTC)[Pause]
Wait, android. Right, that was dumb.
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Date: 2010-11-08 11:08 pm (UTC)[He puts his hand lightly over his throat, which is meant to measure his pulse and temperature and see how sick he really is.]
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Date: 2010-11-08 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-11-08 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-08 04:59 pm (UTC)Right, like I need the guilt of taking your stupid butt down with me again. I'll get to the infirmary eventually.
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Date: 2010-11-08 03:29 pm (UTC)[Spam?]
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Date: 2010-11-09 06:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-09 12:44 pm (UTC)[Then louder:]
Are you ever gonna leave me the hell alone?
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Date: 2010-11-09 09:21 pm (UTC)Probably not.
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What's up with you and Capa? I mean, maybe if you agree to leave him alone, I could leave you alone, but I just don't really see that happening..
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