=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]

[youhearthebells]

[sure does find him in the galley...after reading his journal. And promptly smacks him in the back of the head]

You're not gonna die. Get up.

[willwork4sugar]

[So cruel, cap. Stubbornly going to remain faceplanted.]

Ughnn.......

[youhearthebells]

[yes, yes he is. No mercy.]

How the hell did you even agree with her on that?

[willwork4sugar]

....I don't even remember...

[youhearthebells]

Better be worth it. You sure those guys were right and there's really a place made of sweets?

[willwork4sugar]

[That might have been a nod. Probably.]

Heard...people mention it...journals...

[He'd look it up but he can't moooove.]

[youhearthebells]

[don't make him kick your ass, Gaius]

You'd better not be a lump the whole time it takes us to get there. I need all hands on the sails if we run into a storm or somethin'.

[willwork4sugar]

[Aw, give him a break! He's never done this before!]

...n't make any promises...

[youhearthebells]

[shakes his head.]

I swear, that woman's a troublemaker.

[willwork4sugar]

[He makes an effort to roll his head to the side so he won't be muffled, at least.]

She said it'd do me some good.... I think she's just trying to torture me.

[youhearthebells]

You and me both.

[folds his arms] C'mon, buck up. It's not that bad.

[willwork4sugar]

...tell me that when I don't feel like my body's made of lead.

[youhearthebells]

Seriously? Damn, just how bad is your diet?

[willwork4sugar]

Didn't think it was...bad, really.

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

[He just got to reading the note. The journal may be picking up his voice.]

...I'm very sure I just saw you alive and well earlier...

[Voice]

[willwork4sugar]

...............mfngfmm....

[Voice]

[summing_it_up]

All right. Maybe I should check on you...

[anelegantmyth]

[Now that's something you don't see everyday. She went to the galley looking for something to snack on. Not at all expecting to see a half dead Gaius. Though she just assumed he fell asleep there and drapes her coat over him at a makeshift blanket.

See? She's nice.

She'll now take a seat on the other side of the table and snack on a bowl of berries.]

[Voice]

[willwork4sugar]

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

[willwork4sugar]

[That grumble? About the only indication that he's not really asleep. It's kind of hard to tell with him faceplanted against the table though.]

[anelegantmyth]

Berries?

[She pushes the bowl towards him. After all, she said no sweets, she never said anything about sweet fruits.]

Or are you going to not talk to me anymore?

[Written]

[the_dancing_dork]

[...okay then.]

Umm Gaius, don't you think that you're being a little over-dramatic?

[willwork4sugar]

[It's not an immediate response, but eventually it becomes apparent that some effort is being made to lift a hand, even if that is the only part of him trying to move. Said hand feels about weakly in the general direction that the bowl had been heard.]

[Written]

[willwork4sugar]

[Why you gotta do it the hard way, Leo. It takes him a few tries to even focus enough to read what's written, and that only after deciding that he wasn't hallucinating the words that appeared on the page.

Even then, he only manages a brief, barely legible scrawl in response:]

NO

[anelegantmyth]

Ok, not talking it is.

[She sighs and takes his hand to guide it to the bowl. Now this was just depressing to watch.]