Δ: welp, it's been about two months. (action)

Oct 09, 2010 17:38

[Delta's starting to lose it again, slowly. He still visits the kitchen for food, but now seems to be much more shaky and unsteady. Today at dinner he's preoccupied with really struggling to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the kitchen table. Shakiness isn't helping him spread the jelly on that bread.]

this is not a good time, yes im still a druggie

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timisnotme October 10 2010, 04:54:59 UTC
*Somewhere in that tiny, TINY part of him that's still Tim, his sandwich sense is tingling. He's standing in the doorway watching you.

What are you doing?

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thinkin_man October 10 2010, 05:13:42 UTC
[What? Delta slightly tenses at the sudden noise of Masky talking. He shakily picks up his comm's device. It takes him a while to type, much longer than usual.]

Making food.

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timisnotme October 10 2010, 05:17:00 UTC
Shaking.

*Head tilt* Wrong?

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thinkin_man October 10 2010, 05:26:53 UTC
[His heart sinks. Is his shaking really that noticeable? Maybe he should have just stayed in his room.]

I'll be fine.

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helena_campbell October 10 2010, 05:16:22 UTC
[Helena runs into him, looking to make a sandwich of her own. Seeing his hand shake, she lays her hand on his arm, looking at him inquisitively.]

Are you alright?

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thinkin_man October 10 2010, 05:30:14 UTC
[He seems tense and slightly out of it. Mentally he thinks he's much less sick looking than he seems. Delta goes to pick up the communicator next to his plate. He types very slowly, much slower than usually.]

I'm okay.

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helena_campbell October 10 2010, 23:59:01 UTC
[She tries to smile at him, make him feel comfortable.] How sure are you?

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thinkin_man October 11 2010, 00:22:12 UTC
[He looks at her nervously. Delta doesn't want to lie to her. Helena, after all, reminds him faintly of Eleanor. He sighs deeply. Again it takes him forever to type properly. Delta makes mistakes often and takes time to correct his message.]

I'm just shaky. It's the ADAM.

I've already asked two doctors here to help me. They're working on it.

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[ video ] mississippikiss October 10 2010, 06:31:49 UTC
[ She's frowning, concerned. ]

Want some help, sug'?

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[text] thinkin_man October 10 2010, 18:17:00 UTC
[Delta's reply is very belated.]

No, I'm fine.

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[video] mississippikiss October 11 2010, 05:26:41 UTC
You don't look so alright...

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[text] thinkin_man October 11 2010, 16:19:48 UTC
I'm just unsteady. It's ADAM.

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[locked] kindly_done October 10 2010, 23:31:10 UTC
Is it ADAM?

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[locked] thinkin_man October 11 2010, 00:03:46 UTC
Yes. Both Dr. Bhamba and Dr. tam are looking for a solution.

I'm starting to decline again.

They'll find something.

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[locked] kindly_done October 14 2010, 15:36:22 UTC
If anyone can, they can. Have you asked Sinclair?

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[locked] thinkin_man October 14 2010, 20:49:15 UTC
he said there isn't a way.

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[action though perhaps you're sick of Mark by now] paper_knight October 11 2010, 06:04:46 UTC
Mark does, in fact, occasionally need to consume real food. Meaning not coffee. And the dining hall freaks him out, so even if the kitchen limits his options to what little he's capable of preparing, here he is.

He stands and watches Delta a moment, curious. He's still a bit in awe of the heavy armor, and the relative grace with which Delta moves--normally, that is.

"Are you alright?"

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[action NO ONE CAN BE SICK OF MARK <3] thinkin_man October 11 2010, 16:22:50 UTC
[He clenches his butter-knife, but soon relaxes when he realizes who the voice belongs to. Mark surprised him. Delta then drops the knife and instead, picks up his communicator.]

I'm okay, just a bit ill.

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[action] paper_knight October 11 2010, 23:41:31 UTC
That's right. Talking to Delta means he has to put down whatever he's doing to reply. That must be incredibly annoying.
So he keeps his questions about what could possibly go wrong with an armored juggernaut like Delta to himself and, because Delta's sandwich is almost assembled, forgoes his own sandwich in favor of soup.

"Stick around and you can have some, uh..." The unlabeled can is giving him problems. He finds a can opener, dumps the contents into a pot. "Chicken noodle, looks like." Thank God for psychic cabinets. Then, because he remembers Delta's earlier reaction to offered coffee: "I'm sure there's a thermos I can put it in for you, if you've got somewhere to be."

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[action] thinkin_man October 11 2010, 23:47:57 UTC
[Delta momentarily forgets what he's doing here. Oh right, food. He was going to make himself something to eat and bring it back to his room. A sigh escapes him. No, he wasn't that kind of sick.]

It's all right. you don't need to give me any.

[His hand rattles against the communicator. Quickly he moves to steady himself by gripping his wrist. This is pitiful. Maybe he should have just stayed in his room, but he really believed he was fine beforehand. He misjudged how off he was, possibly in part due to being so drugged up.]

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