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THE
SICK MEME

☀ Post your character, one-ish per comment
✫ They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want)
☀ Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you)
✫ ???
☀ Profit!

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[It's probably not a Time Lord six or seventh sense, but the Doctor is still currently eyeing Kaylee warily. He might also be ready to jump in the opposite direction of any sick coming his way]

You're getting green, you know. [He's trying to find something to help with that. No Jelly Babies, toffees or even lemon drops. That's what having human pockets does. Makes you not ready for sick engineers who don't look very shiny right now.]

Am I?

[ If she is, it's not slowing her down. Things need to get finished. Not gonna have a giant part blow out of the engine just because she was too sick to check up on things. ]

Well, green. A little purple. Faint purple. Maybe you should head over to the core pit right over here. Don't worry, it'll vaporize anything before it hits anything.

[The Doctor herds her over toward that pit with his hand on her back. It's a little ginger though. She could go off at any minute, he thinks]

[ What is he even talking about--

Oh. That's what he's talking about. Her stomach rolls unpleasantly from the motion, and she barely makes it to the pit before breakfast-slop comes up for round two. Ai ya. ]

[And there it goes. Probably going to be burnt to a crisp once it reaches the energy core. When; it's quite a far way down there. The Doctor grins, pleased with himself. Even a little smug, too. What great timing!]

See? Feel any better?

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[ No, she really doesn't feel any better. Kaylee slumps against the railing, shaking and looking like she'll probably fall right over if she moves again. ]

[The Doctor kneels down next to her]

Really? I thought we'd had something there. Here.

[He reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a piece of lint.]

Pop this in your mouth and see if it settles your stomach. There's a good girl.

[ Kaylee wrinkles her nose up at the piece of lint, but he probably won't leave her alone until she takes it. As slowly as possible, Kaylee puts it on her tongue--

--and promptly has to stop herself from gagging it back out. Oh god. Oh god, he's trying to poison her, isn't he? ]

[There's a split second where he thinks maybe that was the wrong pocket and he gave her plain lint. But the way it's start to sparkle in her mouth is saying otherwise. The Doctor leans forward]

Ancient Gringle remedy for seasickness. They never leave on a trip without one, you know. Last one I met was kind enough to give me some and Kaylee, you do have to swallow it.

[Instead of making faces at him, not that they're not interesting faces, but yes.]

[ ...she was afraid he was going to say that.

Grimacing, Kaylee swallows the lint down and pulls another face. Like swallowing...lint. But she gives it a few seconds before really judging it, and it does seem to be helping a little. The Doctor receives a weak nod. ]

There, you see? Maybe I have more.

[The Doctor continues to fish about his pockets]

[ Whiiine. The first was bad enough. ] More?

[ While he's busy with his pockets, Kaylee continues her slump down the railing. It's tempting, to just lay down right here and take a nap. Bit cold and drafty, though. She pulls her coveralls in closer and waits. ]

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