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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[Yes, she learned exactly the extent of how long she could be out in the poisoned atmosphere before she would absolutely have to crawl back onto the Red Fish and rest. And when it comes to her limit, it's right at the line where she will probably fall down in a fevered swoon if she stays outside for one more minute.

So she's back on the ship, with it's filtered air, looking like death warmed over and clearly putting all her remained strength into not falling directly onto her face. She doesn't even notice Coil at first, and she's usually quite aware.]

[he's planning on spending so little time on the ship that he doesn't even bother taking off his mask. it's not like he needs to be heard speaking clearly anyway. so, it takes seeing her like that to even slow him in his mission to get in, rest, and get out as quickly as possible.

he even tries to pass her by once--glancing over with only a minimal hesitation before he carries on his way down another hall. he's got work to do.

but, eventually, something weighs on his mind enough to get him to circle back around a few minutes later. on the second pass, several minutes after he'd busied past her the first time, he returns to peek in on her, trying to catch her eyes from the other side of the room.]

[By this time, she's found her way to the floor beside the wall. Her head tilted back, she stares mostly into middle space, feeling like death. It takes a minute again for her to notice Coil has come back and is there, waaay over there, looking at her.

She meets his gaze, notices the purposefulness of it. He meant to get her attention. So she immediately starts to push up to her feet. It's rather awful, her body full of aches and nausea, and everything around her is either too hot or too cold. But she gets up. She's been in worse conditions before. And she attempts to look aware and capable and not like she'd love to just curl up and nap for a week.

Need something?

She signs because, talking is more effort right now.]

[the sharp rise of his eyebrows should be a pretty good indicator of how well she's pulling off that act right now. it's kind of pathetic--at least in his mind.

so, after dithering around where he's at for another moment, he decides to step in and cross the room instead of head off to wherever he was originally planning on going. yeah, he's not leaving this one alone without a bit of investigation.

'what's wrong?' he signs on his way over.]

[Oh. She must be very bad off if he's coming closer and questioning her. She's not the lying sort, even when she's well, so she doesn't even bother to deny it.

Air outside. Sick. I'm fine. Okay so she's lying to herself. He's just there to see it.]

[right. he totally believes that.

he doesn't bother calling her out on her bullshit though, and just motions at the mask on his own face, and points to her questioningly. maybe she lost hers, or it's broken or something.]

[Of course he does. She's 100% believable.

To his question, she shakes her head.

Can't. It's a harsh gesture, to emphasize that no, no she cannot put on one of the damn masks. She just can't.]

[his brows furrow, but... more than confusion, his curiosity is piqued. it's not the answer he'd been expecting, and that makes it interesting.

stepping a little closer, he signs 'why?']

[How to answer that? It's Coil, so it's complicated. Their trust level is undefinable, really.

Can't breathe.

Because that's how it feels when she has one on. It's honest.]

[he's pretty close once he finally stops his slow approach, and he's got that intent, interested look about him that is always hard to read. it's a bit of a gamble as to how much of it is clinical curiosity, and how much is genuine concern.

either way, he asks 'what happens when you try?']

[She thought she just told him what happens, but apparently he wants more. She runs a hand over her face, scrub at her mouth, before answering.]

Arthur calls it a panic attack.

[Her voice is rough enough she sounds like she's trying to impersonate a lumbering skull-faced person they both know. But she doesn't have the signs to use her hands for it, and no patience right now to spell.]

[when you never speak, and hardly emote, it's sometimes the tiniest shifts that carry meaning. there's one of those slight shifts in his expression that she'd probably miss entirely if she wasn't someone who spends so much time around him now. he's still terribly interested, but edge of it suddenly softens.

it finally clicks for him. he gets it now.

'like drowning.']

[She's paying attention as best as she can, so she sees some, if not all of the subtle shifts. She does catch that softening though. It's helpful, lets her feel she can give him more information.

She nods.]

Yes, like that.

[She remembers Saemon's ship sinking, being thrown into the water, and feeling it pull and swirl around her. The pressure of the water, how it snuck past the seal of her lips, while she was trying to find the surface, but having no idea which way was up.

Yeah, her panic is a lot like drowning.]

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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

omg I'm so sorry

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