002 >> quickly typed on a phone

[hollowleg]

ok i know i just posted

but im puking blood and little chunks of my stomach i think everywhre and i need a doctor like right now and i cant call 911 right. imsupposed to ask here right

ajdhkwqryekfgs how is this helpful to anything i think those fuckin statues did it

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[Text | Handwritten]

[scramasax]

[Indeed what on Earth could the meaningful end of doing something like that to one of them be?

Hastily.]

Can you make it to the Dead District? There are doctors there like us.

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[hollowleg]

i dont live 2far from there i might b able 2 catch a cab. it comes in waves.

[scramasax]

The clinic there is called LSR. They might happen to see this first.

[Why can he never keep down the mindless, probing-for-meaning questions?] Do you feel anything happening to your stomach, or is it just vomiting?

[hollowleg]

it hurts & burns and uggggh

im also hungry if that makes any sense. i feel like i could eat a horse but not right now because itd just bounce

[scramasax]

You're sure that it was the statues?

Did you feel that "pulse" when it first began?

[The response left him still blinking blind. Would the pain be the side effect of something having changed?]

[ audio; cellphone ]

[stupidshinji]

Dude, that's insane! Pics?

[ ...Asuka, no. That is not the correct response here. ]

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[hollowleg]

ffff....ffuck you! I'm not... ggckk... I'm not takin' pictures!!

HOPE THIS ISN'T TOO LATE still audio

[stupidshinji]

[ Alright, alright. Revising her approach a bit. ]

Maybe you should, uh, head to a hospital. Or somethin'. Might be a plan, Stan.

NO WORRIES!!

[hollowleg]

W... workin' on that... Ain't usually a fan of doctors. But... don't think I gotta choice here.

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[shiromadoushi]

[[Holy shi--]]

Dead district doctor has a number.

Was it like it attacked you or is this a super messed up flashback?

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[hollowleg]

no this is real. real as shit not a flashback. nt sure what it is

in cab to go to dead district now

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[shiromadoushi]

So all are the others. I mean the memory and changes stuff.

And good.

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[hollowleg]

i dont know i dont know i just went to look at the statues and i touched one and then i startedf eeling sick s i went home and then i started barfing up my guts idfk

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[shiromadoushi]

[[shit...]]

I haven't heard of it doing anything like this to anyone who's touched one. Normally people just get flashbacks.

Your blood's still red, right?

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[comparative_insanity]

Shit. Holy shitting fucking hell. [Alarm! Horror! And quite a lot of EWWW that he's politely trying to hide.] Fuck the network, just call XXX-353-7727 - or XXX-353-7727 if that doesn't work - and tell the LSR clinic you're coming in.

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[hollowleg]

[there's the rumbling noise of a car in the background; no worries, Fai, he's en route via cab]

Errgghh.... ok. I'll call. I... am already on my way. Uagh. I wasn't sure what to do.

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[reapsthewind]

[/reading the rest]

Okay that sounds like a physical change, shit. Do you need me to call you a cab?

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[hollowleg]

called on. on way to hospital clinci whatevr now.

change but what??

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[reapsthewind]

Maybe how you digest food?

I say that because if you LITERALLY vomited up parts of your stomach but you're not dead, well... yeah. Similar thing happened to me; my eyes, er, liquefied in my head and I got new ones.

So yeah.

Anyway, could be how you digest/process food. Maybe you eat differently now?

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[hollowleg]

mayb WAIT

wait

ur eyes LIQUEFIED?!

maybe my stomach liquefied n i got a new 1? but what for. how is this even remotely useful to saving the world from gardeners

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[reapsthewind]

... maybe you can eat anything? Idk.

Could also be step one in a longer process. I'm starting to suspect I might be slowly turning into a robot, but haha welp.

action! Handwaving the phone call from Shiro

[elfstoned]

[LSR clinic is a brick building with heavy metal doors, barred windows, and an air of neglect. This isn't entirely true -- the inside is clean, if spartan, and in good repair -- but from the outside? It looks sketch as hell.

The door doesn't open immediately: no one's here to meet Shiro.]

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[hollowleg]

[Shiro hops out of the cab and shoves a wad of cash at the cabbie, who speeds away. No one wants to hang around the Dead District for very long. And who could blame them? Shiro had lived in Locke City for a year or two for school, and he'd never gone here. Not once.

He frowns, looking over his darkened glasses, and spots what must be the clinic. "LSR". That Aaron guy said he'd be there... He grasps the brown paper bag in one hand and yanks on the door with the other. Open, thank goodness]

H-hello? Doc?

[the fluorescent lighting makes Shiro look terrible. His eyes are sunken and his skin is even pastier than usual. Well, except for right around his mouth; stained with blood and irritated by acid. His lenses lighten back to clear in the artificial light, showing the glazed-over look of a man who has lost a good bit of blood.

He's just gonna... sit down... as another wave of nausea overtakes him]

[elfstoned]

[As Shiro sits down, Dr. Strider appears in the propped-open door that leads back to the rest of the clinic. He's got a clipboard.]

Shiro Nakamura, I presume. Can you walk?

[At least the doctor's clean-looking enough, dressed in a professional coat and holding a clipboard.]

[hollowleg]

Yeah... Yeah that's me. Dr Strider? Hold on... [he gags a little, feeling the acid rising in the back of his throat. He swallows, hard, then stands up. Oops, there are some stars. He pauses for a moment, then grabs his bag and walks over to Dr. Strider]

I... think I need a blood transfusion. Since I lost a good bit of it in the... uh... toilet. [he offers the bag to Strider, closing his eyes and looking away. This whole "asking for help about super gross personal matters" is apparently very embarrassing for him] I brought some for... tests or whatever. Sorry, it's so fucking gross.