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Giovanni Rammsteiner ([personal profile] ofobedience) wrote in [community profile] overjoyed_logs2017-04-24 12:45 pm

[semi-open] Sick as a dog

Who: Giovanni and anyone he has CR with/anyone who is likely to be at the new Kennel on Leith/Company people maybe? If you want to tag and aren't sure how they know each other or want to plot something just send me a PM.
Where: The new Kennel on Leith
When: Chapter 5, W10D6 - W11D3
Summary: Gio is experiencing nanotech fuckery, which has knocked out his immune system and left him sick. He's in a Recuperation Room at the Kennel if anyone wants to drop by for any reason (science reasons/visiting reasons/Company superiors checking on their investment/whatever!)
Restrictions/Warnings: possibly mentions of violence, but not much really



[The Kennel, or what passes for its successor within the forests of Leith, a long-disused bunker repurposed for the task of housing the Dogs now that they've been moved en mass from the steadily-increasing ruin of Westerley to a moon the Company still considers to be salvageable, is in an uncharacteristic state of quiet disarray. Steadily, progressively, more and more of the Cerberus Unit have succumbed to nanotech malfunctions, some of them now contained to the small cells of their rooms, turned near-rabid and feral as their tech hurls them into a state of overdrive, violence impossible to keep in check. Others are left injured or weakened or simply unusable from the sudden failure of the nanites in their bodies to keep powering the enhancements that give them their purpose. Whatever the case, the prevailing atmosphere is one of tense but silent concern.

The recuperation rooms, newly set up and expected to be rarely used, are all occupied, scientific staff and Handlers alike left on edge and vaguely frazzled by the shift in workload, the difference in their usual steady rhythm. It's in one of these rooms that Unit 68 currently resides-- after the incident with Hijikata, nanotech ramping up to the point where he'd no longer been in control, Dog Bite used to reassert submission, Giovanni's tech has failed to come back online even after the poison had bled out of him, immune system compromised, knocked out into nothing. For something that's never spent a day sick in his life, the fever that currently wracks him seems a strange and dangerous thing, body weak and shaking, plunged into vivid nightmares that make no sense and yet which seem oddly familiar, from which he wakes on big indrawn breaths, covered in sweat.

Regular, invasive tests are administered, scientific experimentation in an attempt to restart his enhancements followed by periods of rest and quiet observation. The room is silent but for the thrum and blip of monitors, and starkly white and small, the bed on which he shivers and shakes and drifts in and out of consciousness made comfortable enough yes, but there's little in the way of interaction for him, scientists coming to administer medication, to resume testing, though few of them ever address him directly, talk over him as though he lacks the capacity for comprehension. This is nothing new, a facet of life for the living weapons of the Kennel, but during moments of bright lucidity he's left interminably bored.

Perhaps you're Company personnel come to check up on him, or someone he knows just well enough to warrant a 'social call'. Whatever the case, he's sick and he's bored and he's high-strung with nervous anxiety, unaccustomed to illness, made afraid by the lack of knowledge over what is happening to him. Come help him pass the time.]
tousei: (nami rolls a lineface rng battle every t)

W10D6 maybe, the earliest to come!!

[personal profile] tousei 2017-04-24 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The door of the Kennel replacement slides open, and Giovanni would be able to hear a familiar voice if he strains his ears. Julius' - tone calm but with a sharpened edge to it, in the way he makes himself look at the employees in a manner a lot more assertive than others would associate with him, his badge (outranking them) displayed conspicuously for the first time in months. Soon enough he's allowed admittance into his companion's room, and the heightened tension drains out of him almost immediately. ]

Hello, Giovanni. How do you feel?

[ He has tea, some assorted things in a knapsack, looking the same as ever. ]
tousei: (like ollying out into the bg to die)

bioweapons look out for each other

[personal profile] tousei 2017-04-24 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He looks bad. Worse than ever before, even after that episode in the woods, for this wasn't a glitch but more of a massive malfunction that he probably couldn't help with. Intense scrutiny aside, he didn't even know where to start. ]

Have you had water? I brought some tea.

[ Julius sets his bag down and rifles through for a thermos. He brought food as well as some bubble wrap and a book just in case. ]
tousei: (i need to fill these with more jokes)

[personal profile] tousei 2017-04-25 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Then it's settled. Julius unscrews the cap of the thermos halfway and offers it to the other, ready to support if Giovanni ever loses his grip. ]

I can make more if it's needed.

[ Tea is easy and cheap to make, so it's not an issue. Though with the state that he's in, perhaps it isn't the best to have him staying in the Kennel. Rhys did talk about bringing him out, didn't he? ]

How long have you been here?
sunderings: (and the heart is hard to translate)

sometime during weeks 10???

[personal profile] sunderings 2017-04-25 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Soft steps and the whisper-glide of wheels, an overbed table ushered into the room to house one bouquet of flowers, picked by Sion's own hand during a venture to a dear friend's estate, one embossed journal, wrapped in simple paper, but tied with verdant silk ribbon, and finally...! One fountain pen which finds its place amongst the other tokens, plucked straight from the Director's deskā€”or rather, the box which had become his desk in the interim, for he has become a thing displaced. Soon, he is to overtake another's office at the Leithian command post, but until that day should come to pass, he only floats, aiding Enforcers upon the ground as his own whim wound dictate, or as it were, in the here and now, he has chosen to visit--...

A friend? Or at the very least, someone he wishes to protect, for how easily he could have been the one to occupy a sickbed, had his own nanotechnology continued in its slew of glitches and malfunctions. In a word, Sion is not, precisely, well, and perhaps as much shows in an unusually gaunt appearance, the over brightness of his golden eyes, but he is functional. He is all right, and when Giovanni wakes, it will be to the gentle sound of the Director's voice, airy and light, humming the breezy notes of a refrain as he arranges the flowers in their vase.

To be ill is to be caught in the worst of doldrums, and though Sion hasn't taken sick since since he's been a child, he knows what it is to be restless, made anxious by the unknown. And so, with any luck, he hopes he might offer Giovanni a bit of reprieve, a touch of support brought about by a familiar face.

Even if, when last they spoke, Sion could not relay the news which Giovanni wished to receive. ]
Edited 2017-04-25 01:17 (UTC)