[Event] Population Control: Sipario

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(( Backdated to Friday Afternoon. ))

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[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek is driving home from the diner, where he's been talking with Harry. He pulls alongside, and calls:]

Ilsa? Hey, liebchen, you don't look too good. It's not safe out here right now, anyway. Let me get you home, eh?

Liebchen?

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Tarvek?

[ She turns to face him, a muscle tremor catches her off-balance, and she falls to the sidewalk. ]

Ng.

[velesdonnersen]

[It's a shame he hasn't had that much practice driving. He "parks" as much on the sidewalk as off, leaps over the car door, and scrambles frantically across the sidewalk to her, reflexively checking vital signs even as he kneels beside her.]

Blue-lightning-damn-it-Ilsa-what-happened!

[ooeeooahah]

T-t-that's not how you're s'posed t' parallel park, hon.

[ She giggles weakly, but her elevated pulse and respiratory rate tell him she's not well. Her mucous membranes are an unusually bright pink, and her skin is reddening. ]