13th Formulation [Audio]

[intimacyphobic]

[Lucrecia takes a few gasping breaths, struggling to eke out some words. She sounds more like a bleating lamb than top scientist. Yay for botulism! Feel free to come by her room and mock her. Though she'll mostly sit and glare.]

S'm'ne... help?

Water... ... ... pl'se...

... ... I's... so... hates... Hate.

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commentlog? HI BABY?

[dormant_beast]

[Anna doesn't bother responding verbally. Instead, she'll be banging on Lucrecia's door.]

Commentlog--Yay! :D

[intimacyphobic]

I's o'en...

[And so it is, not only unlocked, but a notebook jammed in the door with the hopes it will prevent her from dying alone at some point. Lucrecia is sprawled in bed, half covered in blankets and a complete mess. It's probably the first time anyone on this boat besides Vincent has seen her without makeup or her ponytail. Well, if one could see in this room: she has it darker than sin.

She doesn't move, but her eyes flicker to the door suspiciously, wondering who is checking in on her.]

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[dormant_beast]

[Anna slips in the room, nudging that notebook aside so the door will click shut behind her. She has a bag of supplies with her - things generally used to treat the sick. She drags up a chair and takes a seat, eying the other woman without a word.]

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[intimacyphobic]

[Lucrecia blinks and stares several times, trying to focus on the woman who just sat down beside her. When she finally brings two Annas in her sights--okay, there really is only one, but she sees two and it is terrifying, there is a moment of shocked realization, then a glumly flat face.]

Why?

[ntjstapwn]

*Oh hai Lucy. Marco has no water, or anything really, he just wanted to see what sort of state she was in and judge if it was 'good enough.'
He doesn't bother to knock, or even say anything, he just pushes the door open and watches her for a few minutes. If she doesn't notice him, or say anything at least, he'll be on his merry way soon.*

[intimacyphobic]

[Oh, she sees him there. She sees... how many Marcos are on this ship again? Hunh. And, godsssssssss, the liiiiiiiiiiiight. He is letting in liiiiiiiiight. Ow, head, ow.

She wriggles her nose, summoning up the nerve and muscle control needed to get out one little word for him.]

Bot'lism.

[She knows her freaking diseases. It took her a while, but she remembered. And, yes, like from food, Marco. Tainted food. Isn't that cute? Oh, it hurts to swallow. And attempt to make spit.]

... Water? O' go'way. ... ... Please.

[Current status: in a mighty strait, and hates everything.]

[ntjstapwn]

*Botlism...or whatever she said...isn't something Marco knows other than vague familiarity with the name. He'll have to look it up.*

Hn...

*He hesitates for a moment, then fetches her a glass of water from her bathroom. Its uncertain if he's doing this because he wants to show Lucy he's a better person than her or if he really can't watch her suffer and do nothing.

He doesn't bother to say anything, though, or try to help her drink it like Anna did. He just leaves the water on the bedside table (or somewhere near the bed if she doesn't have any) and turns to leave.*

[intimacyphobic]

[These people and their semblance of moral intelligence. Whatever the reason behind it, it's heaping shame on her to watch people she's done so much to showing her any mercies. Would she do the same in their place? She'd... rather not answer that.

Still, she wishes she could laugh when he simply sets the glass on the table and walks away. Maybe he's just salving his own conscience? Or proving a point... Yet, the fact remains he did it.

She begins reaching for it, a shaking hand moving slowly, not quite sure whether she wants him to know how weak she really is--that is, if he's even watching.]

Th'nk you...