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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[livestoannoy]

Marco wanted to mention that she hadn't actually told him what particular parts were wrong, but he didn't. He could tell that he'd be pushing his luck poking at this any further, and Sakura was the one with access to the needles here.

But still. Twelve year olds? Seriously? Geez, Marco might have started fighting a war at thirteen, but at least none of them had ever tried to pretend that was normal.

"You could go put itching powder in Mean Rachel's bubble for me," he said instead.

[encourage]

"That's a nothing," she said, tapping on her data pad. She'd pulled it back in front of her, some kind of shield against what they'd been talking about before. Marco had asked she tell him if anything was wrong. She had.

She hadn't bothered explaining, but that hadn't been what he'd asked. If I got anything wrong, you should tell me. Two could play at word quibbling games.

She bowed, an overly formal way of ending their conversation. "Please inform any of the staff here should you start experiencing undue stress, or require any kind of providable assistance. We'll inform you of our progress as it becomes relevant. Thank you for your cooperation."

[livestoannoy]

Marco felt a prickle of irritation - she was freaking bowing at him?

So Marco returned her politeness with a very impolite gesture. Namely the finger.

[encourage]

Sakura's eyebrow twitched. As she walked away, she pushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear -- with the same finger.

Maturity was overrated.