=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

[Action]

[mostattitude]

[HAS NO PATIENCE FOR THIS OKAY.

He just leans over the table, bracing himself on one arm and giving Gaius the most unimpressed look he can manage.]

English, dude. Use your words.

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[Making a face because he has no energy for this.]

...too much effort...

[Action]

[mostattitude]

Seriously? Man, this is a serious handicap, come on! Just eat something else!

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

...like?

[Action]

[mostattitude]

...Food. Get Mikey to make you a pizza.

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

.... ...that means I'd have to get up, huh...

[Action]

[mostattitude]

[Turns on the sarcasm.]

Oh no, don't overwork yourself, please, allow me.

[Not that he moves anywhere. Just straightens up and crosses his arms.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

.....

[Aaaand he faceplants against the table again.]

Just....just give me a bit...

[Action]

[mostattitude]

[EYE ROLL.]

It's been an hour.

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

Whaaaat, only..?

[Action]

[mostattitude]

...Yeah. An hour.

[DOES HE NEED TO SMACK SOME SENSE INTO GAIUS. DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER WELL ENOUGH FOR THAT.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

Ugh....

[Look, give him some credit, he's trying to sit up at least.]

[Action]

[mostattitude]

There you go. Use those stomach muscles, put some effort into it.

[Deadpan all the way.

Then he turns away to raid through some of the cabinets.]

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[Okay, that's enough stomach muscling. He manages to prop his arms under him. Come one Gaius, if this is you at an hour, how bad would it be after a day? A week?]

[Action]

[mostattitude]

[Returns to the table with whatever random fruit he managed to find. He plops an apple down in front of Gaius.]

Eat.

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[He blinks at that, but reaches over to pick up the apple. And since Raphael's talking with that tone, he'll take a bite.]

[Action]

[mostattitude]

[He dumps a few other things onto the table -- a couple oranges and a banana.]

Fruit has sugar in it. Or something. Right? Maybe you'll look like less of a wimp if you use that as a substitute.

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

....

[He runs a hand over his face.]

Gods, you think I'd figure that. This no-sugar thing's affecting my brain.

[Action]

[mostattitude]

[RAPH IS A GENIUS.

...Dang it.

He blames Donnie, his nerdiness must be rubbing off.]

You should eat whatever Mikey makes for dinner, too, but at least the fruit is healthy. ...Hey, maybe you could make this a permanent switch!

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

Eh, let's take this one step at a time, huh?

[He supposes the effort couldn't hurt, but there's no way he can completely give up sugary goodies forever.]