asgardmeridiem | EVENT PLOT | HOSPITAL / CLINIC MINGLE

Who: Healers, Volunteers, Friends, Concerned Parties, Glee Club and People Being Sick.
What: Biological Warfare Event!
When: Day 147 - 149
Where: The Hospital in Sigyn | Yakuzen Clinic in Heimdall.
Rating: Please warn in individual threads using the subject line! Death / Character Suffering a possibility so please be ready before jumping in.

[General mingle log for the Biological Warfare Plot! Read the ooc planning post for more detailed information, but as a quick guideline:

Day 147 (afternoon/evening): Wave 1 Patients start to develop symptoms - persistent coughing, nausea, dizziness, fever, blister-like burn marks.

Day 148 (morning): Wave 1 Patients worsen, coughing up blood, slipping in and out of consciousness. Hospital staff overwhelmed, Wave 2 Patients start developing symptoms and NPC panic starts.

Day 148 (afternoon/evening): First Wave 1 deaths occur, but Wave 1 patients who survive find their symptoms abating. Work on a immunization starts. Wave 2 Patient's condition worsens. Once developed the immunization is distributed throughout the city.

Day 149: Fully recovered Wave 1 patients join Hospital volunteers in caring for patients, but as the immunization takes effect, symptoms abate and recovery starts.]

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[There was a figure hovering in the wings from time to time in the mornings at the hospital. Her hands were wreathed in gloves that were soon disposed of, her body wrapped in a disposable gown and her tail tucked and tied into her leggings. A thick mask covering her face.

The second time she emerged at the doorway, she looked at Arya with obvious worry. There was a small cannister of salve in her hands. A whispered word to the nurse and she slipped in. From what they had seen, even these salves, powered with the potency of the fire blossoms, could only barely remove and alleviate some of the symptoms. It was not a cure.

But she could not stand seeing Arya suffer like this, and so she began to carefully apply what she could to some of the burns.]

Hold still, Arya.

[Arya's been hovering on the edge of consciousness for a while, but the small relief she feels at the salve relaxes her a little, and she opens her eyes.]

It hurts.

I know it does, Arya. Take it easy. I'm going to ease this as much as I can. You shouldn't suffer like this.

[A temporary relief seemed more a cruelty than anything else at the moment. It was a fight not to become choked up when she saw the condition of the girl. Regardless of the motivations in the war, the justifications, the supposed depredations of the Asgardian gods, Samantha chose a side when she saw Arya like this.

She wouldn't forgive the gods for bringing the girl here, but this weapon was below low. The logic of it, the pragmatism, made perfect tactical sense. However, its use was an excuse for her to want to see Surt's head on a non-metaphorical pike.

She massaged as much of the cream as she could into as many sores as she could find. Only when the applications were finished did she discard the gloves and canister into the biological waste bin and replace her gloves after a quick sanitizing. She looked at Arya sadly.]

Please tell me that helped a little at least...

[She manages a weak nod. It hasn't done enough to make a real difference, but she can feel the burning fade a little, although it doesn't subside completely.]

Need to ... tell Robb...

I will. [She tapped out the message, short and sweet, to the point. Something to notify him of the room number, that she was in very bad shape.] You don't need to be doing much right now Arya. You need to rest, conserve your strength.

(OOC: Feel free to let him know, though I'm sure you already did.)

[She relaxes a little, knowing that Robb knows, that he must surely be on his way here already. There are important things that she needs to tell him before he's no longer here; things she should have told him before, though she didn't want to face them.]

Thank you. You've always been good to me.

...

I am glad that you think so. I do what I can.

[She wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and die right about then. Part of her was deathly afraid that she couldn't protect Arya from this disease, and that terrified her.]

[The small relief her ointment gave Arya is fading fast; she can feel the blistering and burning of her skin flare up again, but she doesn't let the pain show, she wants for Sam to feel like she's done something to help, at least. She leans back into the pillow, clearly exhausted.]

[Samantha seated herself and ran her fingers over the girl's head for a moment, patting her on it. She looked worried, but as she sank into the chair, her own exhaustion was visible, the weakness that came from forcing herself to keep going beyond where her body should have gone.]

Besides your brother... is there anything else you want me to do for you, Arya?

One thing. [She raises herself up in bed as much as she can manage, and looks at Samantha intensely, to show how serious she is about this.]

I didn't want this burden to fall to anyone apart from me. But people come and go here all the time, and Robb ... he's got father's streak of honor running right through him, he might not be able to do what needs to be done. But if any of these people arrive in Asgard, I... [She pauses. This isn't Sam's fight, it's not fair to drag her into it. But she doesn't have much time left, doesn't see what choice is left to her. She has no idea how death in Asgard works, doesn't know that she'll come back soon enough anyway.] ...I need you to kill them.

[She takes a deep breath, and recites the names, like she has a thousand times before.] Joffrey. Cersei. Ilyn Payne. The Hound. The Mountain. Ser Polliver. Theon Greyjoy.

[A pause.] No, Theon Robb will be able to deal with himself.

[Samantha blinked. She was shocked to actually, finally, hear the names. Her eyes narrowed and she looked to the side, filing them away. Arya would have the chance to deal with them herself. As much as Samantha hated that reality, that cold comfort would be something she could enjoy here.]

You will have the chance, Arya. The gods in this place aren't kind enough to let your suffering end with just one death...

However, I will remember those names. For you.

EVENT PLOT | HOSPITAL / CLINIC MINGLE

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