=005= [Voice, then Written Text / Action for HazMat Crew]

[willwork4sugar]

[Voice]

Just a few weeks. Yeah. I can do this. No problem...



[Half an hour later...]
[Written]



[Shipmates, feel free to find the poor guy sprawled out by the table in the galley. Unfortunately, don't expect much response from him over the journal. Someone's going through sugar withdrawal.]

Comments

[Voice]

[willwork4sugar]

..............

[Voice] -> [Action]

[summing_it_up]

Hhokay then!

[Snapping his journal shut, Hiccup turns on a metal peg, fastwalking his little heart out to see where Gaius has expired.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[He sure feels about near expiration, anyway! The poor thief's face-planted on the table in the galley. One should just be happy not to find a knife in his back or something.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[That's one of the first things he checks for. Never can be too careful.

But he's thankful Gaius is still "alive," breathing a small sigh of relief as he observes the body.]

Gaius? Please answer me. I don't want to go through the trouble of making a funeral pyre out of the materials we have aboard the ship.

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[Look, movement! ...kind of. He seems to be trying very hard to lift his head. Oh, that's sad.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

Man. That's really sad.

[Sorry. It's a habit to voice the truth.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

...h-hey, shut up...

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

Sorry, it's just– you know what? I'll shut up.

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[He gives Hiccup a withering glance...before dropping his head back over an arm.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[Well, what does one do with someone half-dead?

Instead of standing there and being useless, Hiccup at least tries to get the poor guy a cup of water. Getting him to drink it is another story.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[Or grab the cup. Or lift his head. Well, maybe he'll manage with some help?]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[...Yes, that would need to be done, wouldn't it.

The cup is set down as he attempts to lift the thief's head. Both hands are placed on either side, pulling as firmly as he could.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[Well, if Hiccup is going to put that much effort into this, Gaius supposes he can try not to die to sit up.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[Oh thank goodness, that helps him a lot. Team work for sitting up, that's still really sad, but hey. He's up?]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[Now you need to prop him up with a stick. -or not, but Gaius does so himself with his arms. He still looks utterly miserable though.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[A beat. Hiccup awkwardly puts the cup there for him. By his mouth.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[...oh. Right. Water.

Gaius lifts a hand to help tilt it so he can take a sip.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[Remember, Gaius, hydration is a good thing.

The Viking helps ease the cup back down onto the surface of the table before hobbling off to the side.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[Right, right.]

...thanks.

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

Not a problem.

[He returns with an orange, letting it roll once he gets back to the side of the table.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[The orange bounces off of the side of his arm, the thief looks down at it almost blankly before he moves to pick it up.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

...Feeling any better?

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

.....

No, I think I nearly pulled a Chrom.

[Shaking his head, he begins to peel the orange, putting a little more obvious effort into it.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[Hold up]

–Chrom? I've heard this name before, right?

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

Maybe? If you've talked at length to me or anyone from home, he might've been name-dropped.

[He pries an orange slice from the rest once he's peeled the whole thing, popping it into his mouth. MMmmmmm.]