Constellation 09

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur doesn't look to well right now. In fact, he's actually bedridden. He's also supposed to be resting, but well, he's a bit of a workaholic.

So he's chosen a relatively secluded part of the Plane to bring his bed. He's done his best to get dressed properly, and has managed for the most part, except for looking far from his usual composed self. His work is spread out on the bed and he keeps looking between papers, scribbling down notes on another. Every so often he'll turn and cough into a handkerchief, or try to hold back a sneeze. He mostly fails at the latter.

But, despite all this, even a cold can't keep Arthur from his work]

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[b'aww, Arthur. Have a Nine, who also looks far from composed, considering his current...attire. And you know, the wounds, which he really ought to see to instead of wandering around the Plane aimlessly. He gives Arthur a concerned look when he spots him though, and walks over to him.] Looks like you could use a Doctor. [winks]

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur pauses, mostly due to the Doctor's own state] -I could say the same for you, Doctor.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[shrugs, then winces a bit at the movement] I've had worse. You look like you could use a good rest and a cup of tea.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[He attempts a smile, then sneezes] I've had worse, as well. It's just a little cold...

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[chuckles fondly] Which won't get better any faster if you don't take a bit of a break. And all this will still be here when you wake up. [gestures at Arthur's notes] Not to mention, you'll actually be able to concentrate on it after you rest.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[bad Arthur, working while sick! Handy will now be trying to collect all the papers scattered on your bed and being very strict and things.]

You look like hell. You shouldn't be working in your condition.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[That just means that Arthur will be doing his very best to keep him from gathering] It's just a few hours of work. I've been bedridden....

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[has collected a few of the papers but not all of them. Holding the ones he's collected in one hand, he stick out his empty hand towards Arthur for Arthur to hand over the rest. He gives Arthur his sternest look]

Arthur.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[He ends up holding them closer] Doctor....

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Diva comes to sit on the bed, but she's very quiet! She's just looking at what he's writing, mostly, and seems totally unbothered by the fact he's sick}

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur pauses when he finally notices Diva's presence, which admittedly takes him a few moments]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{...oh arthur}

You don't need to stop just because I'm here.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I wasn't awawre of your presence until now.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[I am obviously evil Have a Bai leaning over you Arthur!] ...You're working?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur is not yet used to strange people leaning over him, so he jumps a bit] Y-yes, just a bit of work...

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Aw, stuttering, the embressment value is strong in this one] aw, how lovely... What sort of work then? It must be very important if you're so ill?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Just- a few equations, some things for my lecture...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor decides to pop up over his bed, to look better at the papers in front of Arthur.]

You're going to sneeze all over those equations, you know.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur blinks, glancing up at him] I'm trying my best not to.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He nods.] Yes but you're ill. You should probably be napping. Drinking juice, that sort of thing.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[With the slightest pour] I've already rested.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[hovering over his shoulder]

Humans are so disgusting.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Tensing, but to his credit he only glances up] Diseases are never the most pleasant of things.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And how is my little microbe today?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Frowning] I'm not a single celled organism- [Cue a sneeze, which he quickly covers up his handkerchief, wiping at his nose and looking down]

A-anyay, I'm just trying to get work done.