Pestilentem PC: Anjo Nala

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WK5 Friday

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[They wake, they're released, it's eerily without any bloodshed or chaos but Alhaitham doesn't feel any more secure in that.

Unfortunately hunger still exists, and Alhaitham has to come out eventually. He slinks into the cafeteria, straight to the kitchen. That's where Nala will find him, an apple halfway in his mouth as he stares at nothing.]

Re: WK5 Friday

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[ It should be a good day. She had gotten to embrace people she had resigned herself to never see again. Yet, there's this faint itch of trepidation she can't quite avoid. She's at the cafeteria table poking at her leftovers when she sees Alhaitham slink into the kitchen and troubled, she goes to follow]

Alhaitham?

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[Alhaitham finally finishes biting through, chewing as he looks up at Nala.

At least he swallows before speaking.] I'm sure we would have heard by now if somebody died last night. Why do you think nobody has?

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[ It's a very good question. Nala had been wondering the same thing]

I think I'm more concerned about why we had all these deaths and trials to begin with. The automatic curfews... everything... it's like someone wished for it to happen.

[ thinking ]

Lobelia was always the one to announce these things--did something happen to him?

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If something more did, I don't know about it. He ran and I haven't looked for him.

[Alhaitham believes it's just more of the same, the degradation of his mind and self... but without being able to confirm, who can say?]

[fetteredwings]

['Something more', huh? ]

...what happened?

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[Alhaitham takes another bite of the apple, turning it in his fingers.]

A fight. I'm infected now, so neither of us can be reasonable around each other right now.

[And Lobelia was already being distant from the group before then. Now that he's actively avoiding Alhaitham, and Alhaitham isn't looking for him...]

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[ ...ah...]

When was this?

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[When was it? That's a good question, it's so hard to tell the days apart.] Before we passed out... two days I think. Everyone working on the cure knows.

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[Closing her eyes. It's fine it's fine]

... That's good. You haven't been feeling unwell?

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[He could insist he's fine. That he'll get through it. That he can put off the swift decline of his mind through shill will alone.]

I don't think I'm myself right now. [But he doesn't really know if he can. His fate is entirely in other hands. And he hates it.] But I wouldn't say I'm at a dangerous point. If I do become more erratic there are plenty of sedatives at the lab.

[fetteredwings]

[She mimes a karate chop]

I know a quicker way of putting people to sleep.

[But more seriously ]

Is there anything else you can share? So we can help?

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[Alhaitham cringes slightly. He'd rather take the shot.]

Nothing unique from any other case. [Yuki had also slipped rapidly.] My only option is that we find the cure.

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[Hehehe. She can make it gentle]

Mmm. There really is no rhyme or reason to this, is there? I thought diseases had a pattern of who they infect, but this one seems to go just about anywhere.

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[Alhaitham sighs.] Which is what I tried to tell Lobelia.

[And Cantarella, really, who is least likely to be "spreading" it.] If anything it's probably based on factors established by previous attempts to find the cure that Magi just keeps fulfilling.

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Logic doesn't really work in this case, does it? When the infection itself makes people illogical and unlikely to listen to reason.

[Cantarella no]

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[Or to be reasonable. He knows.]

No, and that's exactly the problem. [Because now neither of them can be logical. And just in general, Alhaitham hates when logic doesn't work.] Since the infection can't be traced, it'd be best if everyone thought to be clear was retested.