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004 - Text; oh space balls

Who: Clay Terran and ALL of you!!
Broadcast: Yeh
Action: On the Vanquish!
When: January 2nd

[Clay was having a good time exploring the temples. He was all about them temples. So, of course, he feels very bitter about having to cut the exploration short due to catching a cold. A cold. And on top of that, one of his crewmates is gone. He was about to tell Koushiro that hey, the captain caught a cold too, and... well. Normally he'd bounce back from all this and move on, but with the cold quickly and progressively getting worse and worse...

So he's in his bed, covers up over his head and very. Very. Bored. And it's only been a day since he was ordered bed rest! He could be exploring the temples more. He could be learning about the salt mines. He could be continuing his research for his star charts, but no, that has to be put off too. Ugh, this will mess him up...

With a groan, he rolls over, pats for his device, and decides to type since he doesn't want to cough in everyone's faces:]

what do u do to entertain yourself when youre stukc n bed 4ever

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Yes, thank you for the vote of confidence.

I'll see you soon.

[And with that, he's on his way]

彡☆

[Well Clay's definitely not going anywhere, so he'll just bundle up under the covers and feel miserable until Allen gets there.]

[Good on you Clay. Which Allen will come about fifteen or twenty minutes later. When he's there, he'll tap on the door lightly- juuust in case Clay's fallen asleep.]

Clay?

[Maaan he's been sleeping for hours and hours, he only got on the network because he couldn't get back to sleep, and he still can't. So he pulls the cover down a bit to call out quietly, so as not to cause a coughing fit.]

Heeeey.

[Hearing that, he'll open the door and climb down the ladder- sliding when he's halfway down it. When he lands, he approaches the bedside and offers Clay a smile]

Hey...how're you feeling?

Not fine.

[Still, he offers a little smile of his own. Yes, he feels awful, but it's still good to see him. But that'll soon fade because he really doesn't feel up to smiling more.]

I didn't feel so bad yesterday. Then I woke up today and felt ten times worse.

[he makes a sympathetic noise as he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling off his glove on his normal hand so he can reach over and check his forehead]

It sounds like you might have that illness the locals mentioned. Or just a cold.

[He has a slight fever, but it's not enough to break the 100s. And since Allen came in from the cold, that means his hands are cold, and right now they're a godsend when Clay feels way hotter than he actually is.]

Ah, great. A cold or a slightly worse alien cold.

[Okay he can't help to smile a little]

Well I don't know, it is a little remarkable. The locals said that the pathogens are incredibly old, perhaps from even before the planet's climate got so cold. Apparently, they got frozen in the ice when the planet cooled, and somehow managed to survive in the ice all this time! I mean, that's pretty incredible for a little virus.

[Oh man, there he goes. Clay sits up a bit, a little smile of his own coming up.]

Really? So if they're stuck in the ice for so long, how do they get out?

[There we go, that's much better]

It's the mining. It disturbs the fossilized layers where they were, and the pathogens get brought out of dormancy.

And apparently this has happened for so long, the native population has completely adapted and are immune to it. It's only people not native to the planet that get sick. But even that in of itself is strange.

Ah... that makes sense then. I've been visiting the mines a lot to see -

[Oh hold on, gotta bend over and cough into his upper arm because dang, sitting up kinda messes with his lungs. It takes a few more of them, but once he's done, he'll let out a groan into his arm before going on.]

Anyway, I've been visiting the mines to see how the locals live their lives. So I probably got it when I was at one of them... So why do you think it's strange for us to catch it? Is it because our bodies get infected by a virus unknown to us?

Mm, that would explain how you got it, alright.

[And probably why he hasn't. He really hadn't bothered to check out the mine. A mine's a mine, after all. It held no interest to him]

Sort of...it's more like, virus - they evolve to target one type of cell, or rather, one type of species? That's why pets almost never get sick when their owners do. I mean, sometimes a virus mutates and are able to cross species, but that's not that common. And when it does happen, it's usually to a species that's similar to their original targets in some regard, like both of them are mammals or primates.

But this pathogen, it's able to infect a whole variety of species. Sometimes species that's never even set foot on the planet, or have naturally strong immunity to everything.

Edited 2016-01-03 07:59 (UTC)

Huh... I didn't know that about viruses. Or this one.

[Man, now he really hopes that Allen and whoever else visits him doesn't catch this thing. It sounds nasty.]

So even the foxes can catch it?

Mm, theoretically!

But don't worry, the foxes have lived on the planet long enough that they've adapted to it. Even if they do catch it, their immune systems would probably respond and destroy it before the foxes even began to feel symptoms.

[He relaxes a bit, sinking down into the bed again.]

Oh, good... So I don't have to lock Cosmos out.

[He blinks, in surprise]

Cosmos...?

Yeah, our fox. We got him a few days ago. He's probably around here somewhere...

[Man, they get an adorable baby fox and he gets sick, what is his life.]

Edited 2016-01-04 18:12 (UTC)

You got a fox.

[....Okay, that? Causes Allen's face to just light up.]

[...Pffft, okay, no matter how cruddy Clay feels, the way Allen's face lights up makes him smile. It's kind of adorable and hilarious.]

We got a fox.

[He nearly bounces in his seat. Oh my god a fox, that's basically like a dog, right? A dog he'd be allowed to play with it's been so long]

Ah...I hope he comes by!

[Good lord, Allen. Clay laughs a little, though doing that sure doesn't feel good on his chest and throat. But whatever, his boyfriend is being cute, he can't help it.]

He probably will. He's still a baby, so he's making his rounds of the place and getting used to it. Al picked him, I named him, and we both paid for him so that our account wouldn't be completely wiped out.

Oh Al picked him out? I've met him- he's really sweet!

[Sweet precious proto-akuma armor child yes.]

[But okay, right. Fox. He's gonna have to find him later. But Allen knows he came here for Clay. Clay who is sick and probably needs attention, so he'll try to focus and smile a bit sheepishly at Clay]

Ah- maybe once you're feeling better we can take the fox somewhere to stretch his legs. [Outside, a waystation, wherever]

He really is. [And that's so a prideful smile right there. The crew are his little ducklings, all right?]

Mm, yeah, I'd like that. [Walking with the boyfriend plus taking the fox out for a stretch? It sounds like a good time, and man, it makes him wish he was better right now... But he's not, so.] So you said you had stories to tell me?

[It's okay Allen knows the feeling, captain. But he gives a reassuring nod if he'd like]

Mm, if you'd like. What sort of story are you in the mood for?

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