[24] - [Voice]

[failedcreator]

[Lol, nanomites are starting to kick in. Of the IHU variety. Victor's voice sounds somewhat slurred, but otherwise coherent.]

There is much- [Pause, pause, where did his words go?] ...disturbance upon the boat. No, the barge. This is not-

[Pause, pause.]

The word for the thing. [Sigh.] I do not feel well. I feel... taller? I believe so.

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[rass_bestie]

Oh, no.

[failedcreator]

No indeed. [Long pause.] You are well?

[rass_bestie]

I'm worried.

[failedcreator]

I am also. This is an... [What's the word? Time to change what he was saying] a bad illness, I suspect.

[Private]

[empirical_data]

[He's not heard from Martha, and now what is this?]

...Victor, would you mind if I came and visited? I will read to you. [He actually wants to check his inmate.]

[Private]

[failedcreator]

Please, do so. [Have a long pause.] I do not think I could do this myself. It is fever, perhaps. Like the boat, with Walton.

[Private → Spam]

[empirical_data]

I'll be there very shortly then. [Contractions mean an emotional investment. And he is as he said he would be, knocking anxiously on Victor's door.]

Victor, may I come in?

[Private → Spam]

[failedcreator]

[Victor walks open to the door. It takes him a few seconds of awkward fumbling before he manages to open it. He doesn't look very well at all.]

Good day. [And doesn't sound well either. He does move aside, awkwardly, to let Data in.] This is most... [He gestures, before finding the word.] ...unusual.

[ichoosefight]

Hey, you okay? You sound a little... well, feverish, actually.

[failedcreator]

This is correct. [Magical pause.] A flood or illness, perhaps.

[ichoosefight]

Probably. I know our doctor's out... Is there someone who can take a look at you? Maybe you should go back to bed.

[failedcreator]

Data is seeking to... arrive. It is necessary, I suspect.