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Entry tags:
- !location: contagion containment,
- !plot: melting clock,
- !status: open,
- anwei ayles,
- clark kent,
- daniel jackson,
- faiza hussain,
- fletcher tringham,
- hellion,
- howard bassem,
- jamie hemeros,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kon-el,
- marco,
- miranda lotto,
- rachel berenson,
- rory williams,
- russel tringham,
- sakura haruno,
- sensor,
- tana moon,
- tim drake/red robin
Melting Clock: Quarantine
After Sam Henderson's announcement, the Contagion Containment and Treatment lab was going to get busy. Anyone suspected of being affected by the mysterious affliction would be brought here, and put into one of the large bubbles that would keep any potential contagious diseases in - and the patients themselves. Once in inside, they wouldn't be able to get out again until the Medical staff had cleared them.
And before they could do that, they needed to find out what was causing this - and why.
They had a lot of hard work ahead of them.
[[ooc: Just start your own sub threads under the main threads, guys! And if you're happy to have anyone tag in, put "Open" in the subject line. If you've already got plans for who you're threading with, put "Closed" instead.]]
And before they could do that, they needed to find out what was causing this - and why.
They had a lot of hard work ahead of them.
[[ooc: Just start your own sub threads under the main threads, guys! And if you're happy to have anyone tag in, put "Open" in the subject line. If you've already got plans for who you're threading with, put "Closed" instead.]]
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"Hello?" She asked, wringing her fingers a little. If Russel had been hoping for someone who looked like they were in charge...well, Miranda wasn't it. "Are you here for time and memory problems?"
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Fletcher tried to explain when the woman asked, but Russel barged on ahead, as usual. He winced.
He had to set the record straight, but he felt a pang of guilt at that "admission" from Russel. Shoot, shoot, shoot.
"No, I'm-- I'm okay," he finally broke in. He fumbled with his shirt with clumsy hands. "I was... I was lying. I don't feel sick at all. I..." He took a deep breath and spat it all out in one go: "I needed to trick you, Brother, because you're losing your memories and you wouldn't've come here if I'd told the truth and I'm really sorry!"
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Should she put both of them in the bubbles? What if they were both affected?! Or...even worse...what if she only put one of them in, but it was the wrong one?
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He turned back to the strange woman. "I--I'm sorry."
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She looked down at Fletcher, surprised. Usually she was the one apologising to other people, not the other way around. "No, it's alright!" she said. "I...I'm sorry we have to put your brother in here..."
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Then he looked up at Miranda. "Thanks for taking care of him. Oh, um-- I'm Fletcher, and this is Russel."
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