[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))

Comments

[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?

[tiptoeing]

It's going to get much worse.

[yankeedoodle]

You're too calm about this.

[tiptoeing]

I don't think you really want me to be upset about it.

[yankeedoodle]

Well let me worry for you. I'll feel better.

[tiptoeing]

Somehow I doubt you'll listen if I tell you not to worry. [And the fact that Steve is worried for him is weird to think about.]