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[punkblaze]

[Somewhere on the Plane, a little out of the way from where everything else is, Eithan has brought a ridiculously large, poofy, Victorian-style armchair. Of course, you'll find Eithan curled up in that chair. ... And, every once in a while, you'll hear him whine. Or groan. Or make some other pitiful noise.

Sitting on a table beside the chair are a bowl of soup and a cup of hot tea. Neither has been touched very much. There's a blanket on the floor that looks like maybe Eithan was using it before, but it's since been tossed aside and forgotten about.

So basically, have an Eithan, acting like his home worlds and the rest of them are all ending just because he has a really bad head cold. ... 'Tis the season.]

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[punkblaze]

[Eithan sleepily rolls over, blinks at this person he's never seen before, and then--]

What the f--!!

[--jumps into a more upright position, though first he just about falls out of the damn chair. sdjfakl]

Hey-- hey! Hey, whoa, what-- who--! [He's looking back and forth between Doc, the scanner, back to Doc, back to the scanner... because that thing looks like a weird alien gun right out of a sci-fi flick, and he looks like a weird dude in armor, and is this a fever dream or something...?]

[docinawall]

[Doc is really not bothered by Eithan's freaking out. people regularly do that when he comes around, and at least Eithan isn't waving a gun in the process] I'm Medical Officer DuFresne. Are you feeling any dizziness or numbness? My scanner is lighting up green for nerve injury. Or maybe that's green for congestion... Are you congested?

[punkblaze]

[Medical officer is a little less scary than dude-in-armor-with-an-alien-gun, so that calms him down a little bit. Though at the barrage of questions, he's still stuck giving Doc a wide-eyed look, eyebrows raised.]

Uh... Yeah, dizzy. Not numb, but-- nerve damage? Wh-- No. No, 's just... a cough. Yeah, congestion. That.

[Okay, so he's still frazzled. And old-timey cough syrup had a lot of alcohol in it, you know...]

[docinawall]

Dizzy with a cough and congestion? Oh, that's easy! [Doctor lets go of the trigger on his scanner, and the green light fades. then he crouches on the ground, setting the scanner beside him. he grabs one of Eithan's feet and starts to attempt to undo the buckles on one of his boots] Now just relax. Once I've massaged your foot, you'll be more comfortable. And that's the first step to feeling better!

[punkblaze]

Hey!! The hell're you doin'?!

[Eithan doesn't relax on command ever, let alone when some strange guy is apparently trying to take off his boots - seriously, what the fuck?! So he flails, and ends up kicking Doc in the face. Well, helmet. Which... means ends up hurting himself instead.

He curls in on himself, trying to scoot away and against the other side of the chair, namely away from Doc. Meanwhile, he's wincing in pain.]

Motherfucker! What the fuck is that fuckin' helmet made out of?!

[docinawall]

Owww! [Doc isn't hurt, but he does fall over backwards from the unexpected impact, grabbing at his helmet] Hey, what did you do that for!? I was helping you! And now you're even more tense...

[punkblaze]

I don't fuckin' know you and you're just gonna grab my foot like that? What the fuck?!

[And the tenseness and the yelling causes him to go into a bit of a coughing fit. Be glad, Doc, 'cause if he wasn't busy coughing, he'd still be cursing up a storm at you.]

[docinawall]

Well, you needed it for your illness! And you might not want to yell like that...

[a little nervously] If I massage your feet now, are you going to kick me again?

[punkblaze]

Probably!! [Okay, more coughing, maybe he'll quit yelling now...] Ugh. Look, what the hell does a foot massage have to do with not bein' able to breathe?

[docinawall]

[Doc's tone implies that this should be obvious] Everything! Don't worry, I'm a medic.

[punkblaze]

.... What kind of medic? [This? This is an incredibly wary and suspicious look. It's almost comically exaggerated.]

[docinawall]

A medic! Medics don't have kinds.

[pouting] But I'm not going to help you if you keep kicking me. That was really mean!

[punkblaze]

They don't? ... So what's the point in specializin', then?

[SIGH] Okay, okay, fine. Look, I'm sorry I kicked you, I was just really, you know, weirded out. I won't kick you again. [beat] But I also don't need a foot massage. That just makes no damn sense.

[docinawall]

Oh! Well, you could be like, a doctor, or a neurologist or things like that, but then you're not a medic. You're a doctor. Or a neurologist.

[Doc brightens at that promise, not really as bothered as he probably should be at the rejection of his medical care] Okay. Then maybe we could do some yoga! Then you'll feel really relaxed.

[punkblaze]

Ah, right. Yeah. Got it. [Slow nod. ... clearly, no, he doesn't really get it.]

Beeecause that's not creepy at all. What's yoga?

[docinawall]

[shocked] You don't know what yoga is!? Then I'll teach you! Just wait--it'll make you feel refreshed.

[he starts to bend down onto the floor--but stops] On second thought, we're gonna need mats... [because obviously a yoga mat makes doing yoga in a full suit of body armor more comfortable]

[punkblaze]

Aaand that makes it sound even creepier. Okay then. [Eithan shakes his head.] If I promise to just go home and sleep until I'm not about to cough up a lung, can we... not? Would that work?

[docinawall]

[Doc straightens, looking back over at Eithan. his disappointment is clear] Aw man, you're leaving? Already?

[punkblaze]

[Well when you put it like that... Eithan sighs. Dammit, sometimes being a nice guy sucks.]

I... no, guess not. Why’s it matter?

[docinawall]

Who else am I supposed to yoga with? Or hang out with? [he leans closer, lowering his voice] I don't know if you've noticed, but there are some really weird people around here.

[punkblaze]

.... You know, I might've noticed that, yeah. [Cough.] And what, you really wanna hang out with the sick guy? I'm not that interestin' right now.

[docinawall]

That's okay, at least you're not holding me at gunpoint or trying to kill me.

So where are you from? What do people on your world do for exercise if they don't have yoga?

[punkblaze]

Was that 'cause you tried to take their shoe off without askin' first?

I'm from Meridia. And, uh, normal stuff? Runnin'? Sports? Where are you from?

[docinawall]

[confused] What? No! I didn't do anything! They just showed up and hit me!

[excited; they have something in common!] Oh, I did track in high school! Did you?

I'm from Delta Commune. So where's Meridida? Is that on Earth?

[punkblaze]

Seriously? ... The hell would they do that for?

High school? Uh. No, that's... a Tharia thing, not a Meridia thing. I was home-schooled. Nobility. I just run for the fun of it, usually when I wake up.

Meridia. And uh, no. Is everyone here from this Earth place but me? I'd never even heard of it before I got here.