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Entry tags:
- !location: contagion containment,
- !plot: melting clock,
- !status: open,
- anwei ayles,
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- daniel jackson,
- faiza hussain,
- fletcher tringham,
- hellion,
- howard bassem,
- jamie hemeros,
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- 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.
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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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Tim approached his friend's bubble silently at first, not wanting to say anything for a moment. He simply crept in, feeling a certain amount of dread. But the conversation itself shouldn't be too bad. Hell, maybe he could help Conner out, somehow, by talking to him. Figure something out, or else... Well, he'd just have to hope, for the time being.
"Hey," Tim said, deciding to make his presence known then. He wasn't going to insult him by asking him how he was or anything though.
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The fade was back. When Kon turned around to look at him, it was with a much younger face than when Tim was last in the room.
"Hey."
A pause and then he admitted awkwardly, "Hate you break it to you, Rob, but I think I might be forgettin' you soon. Impulse, too. I'm losin' it."
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He came a bit closer, silent for another brief moment. "You're not getting rid of me that easily," Tim said, voice half-joking, despite the admission. Even if he was forgotten-- like hell was he leaving his friend behind.
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Kon bit his lower lip, then stopped when he realized he was doing it.
He was scared. Obviously, he wasn't willing to say so, but he was.
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Of course, he wasn't going to draw attention to the fact that Conner could use that comfort. Tim didn't need anything to confirm that his friend was feeling scared, didn't want to force anything on him.
"I figured you wouldn't mind some company, at least," he said. "And-- I know you wouldn't remember this, but I promised I'd help you deal with... basically any problem, really." It was something more specific than that-- but that didn't matter, right then. He just wanted to make the intent clear.
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There was a lot he was fairly sure he couldn't remember now.
"I...I appreciate it, though."
Superboy conked his head against the side of the bubble.
"When do you think they're letting me out of here? If it was contagious you'd have probably already got the deaging version of the sniffles."
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He nodded, confirming Conner's concern. "You're right. I haven't shown any signs of it, and neither have the doctors who have dealt with you-- or others. They probably just want to confirm it, first."
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He was quiet.
"Rob, Thanks for just being here, I guess. I don't really feel like talkin'. You mind...just hangin' out for a while?"
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