[text] Thursday, Week 17

[tiptoeing]

[Open]

Unfortunately, I'm unable to assist at the hospital or with any projects on the ship until further notice. I'd like to discourage anyone from visiting my house, as well. I've been showing symptoms of the disease spread by the bandits. But I'm not staying at the hospital, as they need the room for those in worse condition.

In less horrible news, we've successfully predicted the opening of a pod. But our prediction rate is not 100% accurate. Two pods opened simultaneously, and we were only able to predict one.


[Locked to the Avengers, including Wasp]

I hope you're all well, at least. If you are, Dr. McCoy insists that someone checks up on me, or directs him to my house if they can't. [He's not super-happy about this part. Or any of it, really.]

((ooc: forward-dated because I wanted to post and I tag like molasses anyway))

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[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Have a concerned werewolf, Bruce. One who's been keeping himself mighty busy these past few days, but who is willing to make himself busier if he has to.]

Oh dear. If you would like, I can bring by food and news every few days for you. I cannot catch this disease, so it would be safe.

[text]

[tiptoeing]

That would be helpful, if you really are immune. Of course, what I'd really like is something to read. [Messing around with his laptop only provides so much entertainment.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Since text on the tiny aethographer generally takes too long, and Lyall is a busy werewolf these days, he replies again by voice.]

I will see what I can find and come by tomorrow evening, perhaps? Or is the need a bit more pressing than that?

[text; locked to Bruce]

[yankeedoodle]

I'm checking on you. It might take me a while. But I'm coming.

[text; permalocked to Steve]

[tiptoeing]

Take as much time as you need, things aren't too bad yet.

[text; permalocked]

[yankeedoodle]

Yet?

[Text; Private]

[nodavinci]

How bad? On a scale of one to "apparently, they have ebola with their dinosaurs".

[text, private]

[tiptoeing]

Apparently, they have a currently unidentified bacterial infection with their dinosaurs that's already killed a few people and is spreading, though we're not entirely sure how yet.

[nodavinci]

Yeah. I heard about the body count.

Which doesn't actually answer my question, which is how badly off are you?

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[sadandsingle]

I'm glad to hear we accurately predicted something, at any rate. I'll keep working and see if I can't analyse some more data to try and refine the calculations a bit more.

Take care of yourself, Bruce. Let me know if you have anything you want me to work on.

[text]

[tiptoeing]

[lol taking care of himself, what is that.]

Keep doing what you're already doing, and please update me on your progress. If there's anything you want me to take a look at, send it to me. [because he's going to be really bored otherwise]

[text]

[sadandsingle]

I wonder what sort of variables we haven't accounted for in the prediction process? At least we've got plenty of data to compare, so that's not exactly a problem.

[weapabilities]

... If you need anything brought to you, food or supplies, I'd be happy to deliver them. Or anything you need. I'm pretty sure I can't catch a human illness.

[tiptoeing]

Thanks. Professor Lyall has already offered to deliver food and whatnot, but I'll let you know if there's anything else I need.

Now might be a good time to focus on this Energon sample you gave me, as I won't be distracted by my work on the pods.

[weapabilities]

Well- really? Are you sure? Shouldn't you be worrying about yourself?

voice;

[redledgerdays]

[she has some pretty clear symptoms, but Natasha's never been one to give away a weakness if she can help it, so she's doing strictly voice here. otherwise she might worry Bruce]

Which pod were you able to predict?

[private;]
How off are you, Banner?

[text, locked]

[tiptoeing]

Hope Summers. Do you know her? She seemed to know me.

And...I'm not too badly off yet, I think. Not in comparison to some of the others.

[text, locked]

[redledgerdays]

[insisting on text? fine, she can do that]

Met her once when I arrived, I believe. She didn't say much.

You know I don't believe that.

[Text/Locked]

[thewasp]

I keep hearing about this illness. Are you going to be okay, Bruce?

What's this about pod prediction?

[text, locked]

[tiptoeing]

Dr. McCoy is a brilliant doctor, I'm sure he'll get it figured out. [That's sort of an answer, right?]

I've been studying the pods and how they function for some time now, with the help of a few others.

[hackreality]

Oh no, not you, too. At this rate I'm going to catch it. Are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself, though?

[tiptoeing]

I hope you won't, though I'm not certain how it's being spread.

And I doubt I'll be entirely alone, considering how many people are insisting on visiting already.

[hackreality]

Well, I've been washing my hands every time I touch anything. Not sure if what I learned in health class applies to alien murderplanets, but it can't hurt.

And that's good! I'm not sure I can stop by, but I'll keep you up to date if anything interesting comes up with the ship while you're under the weather.

[Video]

[steamosaurus]

Oh my! I'm dreadfully sorry to hear this, Bruce. Would you like me to stop by and check up on you? There are precious few human ailments that affect my species.

[Although she sounds a bit stuffy, herself]

[video]

[tiptoeing]

[after an unpleasant coughing fit] I'm not sure this is entirely a "human" ailment. I would ask Dr. McCoy if there's a possibility that you may be affected.