[text] Thursday, Week 17

[tiptoeing]

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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

[weapabilities]

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

[tiptoeing]

I'd get bored very quickly if I just sat around all day worrying about myself.

[weapabilities]

Heh. You kinda sound like Wing.

Are you certain, though? I mean... gosh.

[tiptoeing]

Wing sounds very sensible.

And I'm absolutely certain. Don't worry about me, really.

[weapabilities]

He is for the most part.

Little bit late on that front, apologies, Mister Banner.