Melting Clock: Quarantine

[cityship]

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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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Maybe the Ohm aren't the bad guys here," Howard says darkly, collecting his clipboard and pen again. "Um, a bunch of people brought up food stands, obviously, so if there was something in the food it might be impossible to track down. That seems to be what people bought in bulk, though, so maybe we could cross-check people's diets. And people keep mentioning this weird clock thing, but I mean, we're not in a Goosebumps book. Unless it's enchanted, but even then no one's reported buying it."

He rubs a knuckle into his forehead, thinking. "I think at least a few of these people hit up the black market or they wouldn't be so paranoid, and that's where all the really weird stuff is."

He shrugs. "Some of them definitely didn't buy or sell memories, though, so that's out. You should find out if Stacy keeps tracks of purchases, and I'll cross-check more of the patient histories. Comm me if you figure anything out."

[8wings.livejournal.com]

She tilts her hands out over the keyboard. "And of course any food they bought is going to be stored all over the place...well, I can ask the Quartermaster I guess. And Lord Zetta, he was buying supplies in bulk."

She shoots a look at him - not too hard, maybe a .22 look. "If people are mentioning a weird clock, I'll write it down. We don't want to forget." That last word was definitely loaded.

"I'll probably comm you anyway - thanks." She meant it too; it was a relief to have someone to bounce ideas off of who gave back rational answers.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I'll ask the patients and see if any of them ate any of Zetta's bulk food or if it all comes from personal stashes, maybe save you some time." He matches her dirty look. "Already wrote it down. Would I have brought it up if I didn't think it might be good to know?"

He tucks his clipboard under his arm and his pen up his sleeve. "Later, Maw," he says lightly. Her genuine thanks seems to have disarmed him of hostility, if just for the moment.

[8wings.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Howard."

She wrote down a note about the clock as well, and then put it aside while she made a list of people she needed to contact for more information.