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[grip_on_reality]

[for the first time in weeks, Menzies stands on the Plane looking completely like her normal self. her eyes aren't glowing, she's not sniffly or congested, and there is no rash on her neck. she's wearing a suit like usual, but today it's unruffled, and her hair is pulled back neatly. and most of all, she can see]

[she cups her hands around her mouth, making a shouted announcement at anyone in the area] Oi, anybody who's been sick from that blue pollen! We've found a way to stop it!

[lowering her hands, she waits a moment for anyone who means to approach before explaining:] Think about the symptoms: sneezing, itching, a rash--it's like an allergy. So 'ow do you deal with it? Allergy medicine. If you've got it in your world, get some and take it. If not, we'll get it for you. After that, whatever's wrong will slowly disappear.

[she smiles, relieved and thrilled that they've solved something for once] And it'll be over.

[ooc: Feel free to use this as a mingle post and thread-hop to help each other. Let's solve the plot together!]

Comments

[grip_on_reality]

Ah, no. Like I said, allergy medicine. I can see you properly now.

[including his own rather interesting eyes, which she's wondering about. she has a feeling they have something to do with the snippets she learned from him about the experiments he's suffered. but thankfully, now that the experiment is over, she's easily able to think better of asking and stay quiet on the matter for now]

[inhumanity]

Then you're human after all. [He smiles widely.] I don't think I can manage to find what's needed, and I don't know if her world has it. Would you be able to get me some for a friend?

[grip_on_reality]

[for a second, she's surprised by the comment because usually she's the one questioning the humanity of others, not the other way round. but considering her experiment, she can see why he would have doubted it, so she nods] Yeah, I'm human.

No problem. Mind if I ask who your friend is?

[because even if they've found the solution to the experiment, that doesn't mean she's done gathering information on it]

[inhumanity]

Hmm, is it important?

[It isn't confrontational--the 'hmm' was outright musical--but it isn't open, either. Christopher is a blabbermouth, but he can keep secrets.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she shrugs] Probably not, but you never know. I'm looking to get as much information as I can, in case something like this ever repeats. Hold on a tick, will you?

[and she drops from the Plane, returning a moment later with a set of pills out of a box] Here, that should be enough for your friend. Let me know if you need any more.

[inhumanity]

[He accepts the pills] Thank you. I will.