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.
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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.
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He shrugged a little half-shrug.
"People like me that don't get scared at all, it's easier that way. Actually admittin' you're scared and working through it...that's harder."
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People like him didn't admit they were scared, though he had to wonder at this Superman character. It was obvious that Conner thought a lot of him, modeled his behavior after him. But everyone was scared sometimes, even if not for themselves, for the people they cared about. Maybe this Superman just hadn't let Conner see that.
Which was depressing, in it's own way. Not being allowed to admit that you had negative feelings, that you were scared or hurt or sad was just as hurtful in its own way as feeling those feelings.
"I don't know about that, Conner." He looked back down at the chart. "I definitely doubt that."
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"Anyway, so tell me more about these adventures of yours..."