[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

[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.