[ When he wakes, Ginko will find that his medicine box has been given an upgrade. It will be made of a light metal, and anything put inside it will be perfectly preserved in its current state until taken back out, whether hot or cold. (Please do not use it for dead bodies.)
In addition he will find his microscope, as well as two boxes of mushi-repellent cigarettes inside it. ]
At Dr. Arbuckal's suggestion, I am contacting you in the interest of having a list of supply evaluations and suggestions looked over.
FROM: michaelis.sebastian@cdc.org
My expertise in medicine is admittedly limited and rather dated, so it seemed preferable to have these looked over first before being used to augment current supplies.
FROM: michaelis.sebastian@cdc.org
That said, should you have any questions or concerns, I would be happy to answer them. Otherwise, if you find these acceptable, I will help as soon as I am able.
[Upon meeting this morning for another lesson on proper usage of firearms, they had briefly discussed the message that they had received earlier today from Dagger. Though Kino assured him that they weren't worrying too badly and that they would deal with whatever the "surprise" was when it occurred, and though they had kept a ready countenance and tone of voice while doing so, the traveler was nervous. The entire camp was. A very large number of them were going about their days with a guillotine blade looming, invisible, overhead.
But Kino was not the type to sit and wait for such a thing to happen. The threat of random danger or violence was something that they had grown used to, even before joining this crew.
It explained the situation, at the very least, but none of it could have properly prepared Kino for what was going to happen.
They had already passed through the initial stage of a first maintenance on one's weapon, vital before one started to draw and fire it for whatever reason, and Kino was giving some instruction on the matter and process of aim. The words proceed at normal cadence, the kid's arm rising in a gesture when, without warning, the orange display on the cuff flickers once and then dims with a sort of utter finality. The effect is instantaneous. Kino's words freeze in their mouth, whatever they were using for breath suddenly transfigured into something they could no longer use. It sits, a thick miasma which burns as the primary stage of shock causes them to instinctually and immediately try to fill their lungs.
1... 2... 3...
It was for the first few seconds that they could remain standing, but that was largely because the sudden constraining of their muscles prevented movement. It only lasted that long; without warning Kino collapses in a heap, giving a single thrash before beginning to shrink in on themselves, as if they continued to minimize they might disappear and be free of the pain. It was extraordinary; an all-encompassing block which speared through every other thought, blotting them out until none of it made sense. Light and color of vision, sound, no, none of it—there was sickening vertigo-like feeling of a heartbeat slipping into arrhythmia, the panic and pain of suffocation, all sewn together with a feeling of awful pressure which rapidly and exponentially grew. In a blink, disorientation and confusion set in; Kino would scarcely remember what they had been doing a moment before. All there was was the force of pain, the forcible withdraw of small limbs, the strain of a skeleton to withstand a horrid pressure, and the ragged sounds of Kino attempting to breathe.
In this moment, absolutely nothing in Macha, and conversely everything about Macha, was trying to kill them.
[The effect of Dagger's message on the camp had been instantaneous. It was a subtle thing, but easy to notice if one knew where to look. A bit more bustle than the morning hours usually saw, but it was a quiet and tense sort of thing, anxious energy coiling up tighter and tighter as the day began to draw on. Some had taken the news better than others. He shouldn't have been surprised to find Kino among the former.
He had been half-ready to call off the meeting that morning should Kino be too focused on whatever surprise was eventually coming their way. But the kid's impressive trait of levelheadedness remained even now. He suspected their meeting might provide a welcome distraction for them, and thus was willing to drop the subject after only a brief discussion.
Despite all the assurances, it doesn't stop him from keeping a careful watch on his young weapons tutor as their lesson began in earnest. And it's for that reason, perhaps, that he catches the flicker of the light on their cuff before it blinks out completely. A mere curiosity that abruptly leaps into urgency when the effect it has on the traveler immediately becomes clear.]
Kino?
[He adopts a look of confusion that is quickly replaced with worry as they take a pained and panicked breath. The cuff had failed. Everything he'd learned in his training with medical painted that as the most dire turn of events. One that wasn't supposed to happen. Couldn't. There were fail-safes in place to prevent it.
That means this was deliberate.
Surprise.
He sees the kid start to go down, quickly closes the short distance between them. Hands reach out to steady them even as they begin to curl in on themself. A detached part of his thoughts recalls that straining against the pain could very well make it worse.]
Kino, stay with me. [There's a note of alarm marring his usually calm voice, the shake of panic punctuating.] Focus on me, focus on my voice, alright?
[Blind and futile hope that the kid could even hear him, let alone spare the slightest bit of focus for anything beyond the torment being visited upon them.
Because what else could he do here, beyond provide an anchor to steady them through this storm of agony?]
[ The tunnel was the last place Adrien wanted to go. Not much disquieted the taciturn doctor but waking up in a shallow grave was pushing the top of the list and he had very little desire to return. But after what he'd seen in the catacombs, he felt it would have been foolish, if not downright stupid, not to go back and take another look.
But he wasn't going alone and while the bahari was right by his side, Courser did not count.
After a brief consideration, Adrien had sent a message to Ginko. Depending upon what they found, it may be worthwhile to gather some samples and while Adrien didn't know if the man had his medical bag on him, he was hopeful.
While he waited by an entrance, the doctor tried not to psyche himself out of going inside. The caved in skulls on the adults in the catacombs was weighing on him and he probably looked a bit more foreboding than usual as he paced a small circle. ]
[ooc: Let me know if you need anything changed!! ]
[To be honest, Ginko wasn't exactly eager to set foot in that tunnel again either. Still, there was no telling how long the crew's stay here would be, and getting a better idea of what they were dealing with was always a wise move. So it's with only mild reluctance that he accepted Adrien's offer to do a little searching.
He arrived a few minutes after his teammate, the ever-present medicine box in tow and Adashino perched on top of it. The little fuzzball was very much its usual chipper self, but once it realized where this field trip was taking them, Ginko could feel the little thing tugging rather insistently on his collar. Perhaps it would have been wise to find a babysitter, but there was no helping it now.
The open entrance to the tunnel stood before them, and Ginko gazed into the dark interior for a moment before turning his attention to Adrien. Judging from the way the doctor had been pacing, his feelings on this venture of theirs seemed pretty clear.]
Well, the quicker we get in there, the quicker we'll be done with this.
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79 - misfire
FROM: tess@cdc.org
What in God's name makes you think whiskey is a good idea right now?
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A little whiskey therapy can go a long way, I'd think.
[Oh no.]
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Obviously things aren't exactly firing on all cylinders yet.]
FROM: tess@cdc.org
Hell, you're one of the new people, right? Means you probably haven't spent the past day curled around a fucking bucket.
FROM: tess@cdc.org
This wasn't for you, by the way. It wasn't for me, either I think. This is getting stupid.
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Day 95 | Hour 33:30
Ginko, how are you doing after yesterday's attack?
[ Tired of water yet? ]
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If I never see another giant sea creature again, it'll be too soon.
[That is to say, so very, very tired of it.]
FROM: ginko@cdc.org
But really, I'm alright. Returned to camp late enough that I didn't have to face its wrath for too long.
FROM: ginko@cdc.org
Didn't get too banged up yourself, I hope?
[He'd been there when the attack began, afterall...]
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I'm in one piece.
[ AKA, it was kind of you to ask, Ginko! ]
FROM: md.arbuckal.adrien@cdc.org
Though I agree, I could do without another water based attack.
FROM: md.arbuckal.adrien@cdc.org
Did you see anything we'll have to be worried about when you were out?
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Day 100
In addition he will find his microscope, as well as two boxes of mushi-repellent cigarettes inside it. ]
d102, later
Mr. Ginko—
At Dr. Arbuckal's suggestion, I am contacting you in the interest of having a list of supply evaluations and suggestions looked over.
FROM: michaelis.sebastian@cdc.org
My expertise in medicine is admittedly limited and rather dated, so it seemed preferable to have these looked over first before being used to augment current supplies.
FROM: michaelis.sebastian@cdc.org
That said, should you have any questions or concerns, I would be happy to answer them. Otherwise, if you find these acceptable, I will help as soon as I am able.
[ attached: holistic.txt ]
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Impressive list, exactly the sort of thing we're looking for. Thank you for setting this up.
FROM: ginko@cdc.org
Do you have much experience in this field?
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You are quite welcome. I am glad it could be of assistance.
FROM: michaelis.sebastian@cdc.org
Though experience is not quite the right word... It is more "knowledge" in general, since I like to be well-informed on as many subjects as possible.
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DAY 108
Hey. I was wondering if you saw, but ... Instructor Mothership paired us together for Medical.
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Ah, so she has. Ready for a little learning, I hope?
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Yeah, of course!
FROM: elric.edward@cdc.org
What do your specialize in?
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DAY 111 HOUR 02:04
Ginko. I understand you're part of the medical crew.
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That's correct. Did you need something?
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I've been having trouble sleeping.
FROM: amber@cdc.org
It's made it hard for me to concentrate.
[ Surely, if it impedes her function at all, the CDC would provide, or so she hopes. ]
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DAY 119, shortly after 06:00
But Kino was not the type to sit and wait for such a thing to happen. The threat of random danger or violence was something that they had grown used to, even before joining this crew.
It explained the situation, at the very least, but none of it could have properly prepared Kino for what was going to happen.
They had already passed through the initial stage of a first maintenance on one's weapon, vital before one started to draw and fire it for whatever reason, and Kino was giving some instruction on the matter and process of aim. The words proceed at normal cadence, the kid's arm rising in a gesture when, without warning, the orange display on the cuff flickers once and then dims with a sort of utter finality. The effect is instantaneous. Kino's words freeze in their mouth, whatever they were using for breath suddenly transfigured into something they could no longer use. It sits, a thick miasma which burns as the primary stage of shock causes them to instinctually and immediately try to fill their lungs.
1... 2... 3...
It was for the first few seconds that they could remain standing, but that was largely because the sudden constraining of their muscles prevented movement. It only lasted that long; without warning Kino collapses in a heap, giving a single thrash before beginning to shrink in on themselves, as if they continued to minimize they might disappear and be free of the pain. It was extraordinary; an all-encompassing block which speared through every other thought, blotting them out until none of it made sense. Light and color of vision, sound, no, none of it—there was sickening vertigo-like feeling of a heartbeat slipping into arrhythmia, the panic and pain of suffocation, all sewn together with a feeling of awful pressure which rapidly and exponentially grew. In a blink, disorientation and confusion set in; Kino would scarcely remember what they had been doing a moment before. All there was was the force of pain, the forcible withdraw of small limbs, the strain of a skeleton to withstand a horrid pressure, and the ragged sounds of Kino attempting to breathe.
In this moment, absolutely nothing in Macha, and conversely everything about Macha, was trying to kill them.
7... 8... 9...]
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He had been half-ready to call off the meeting that morning should Kino be too focused on whatever surprise was eventually coming their way. But the kid's impressive trait of levelheadedness remained even now. He suspected their meeting might provide a welcome distraction for them, and thus was willing to drop the subject after only a brief discussion.
Despite all the assurances, it doesn't stop him from keeping a careful watch on his young weapons tutor as their lesson began in earnest. And it's for that reason, perhaps, that he catches the flicker of the light on their cuff before it blinks out completely. A mere curiosity that abruptly leaps into urgency when the effect it has on the traveler immediately becomes clear.]
Kino?
[He adopts a look of confusion that is quickly replaced with worry as they take a pained and panicked breath. The cuff had failed. Everything he'd learned in his training with medical painted that as the most dire turn of events. One that wasn't supposed to happen. Couldn't. There were fail-safes in place to prevent it.
That means this was deliberate.
Surprise.
He sees the kid start to go down, quickly closes the short distance between them. Hands reach out to steady them even as they begin to curl in on themself. A detached part of his thoughts recalls that straining against the pain could very well make it worse.]
Kino, stay with me. [There's a note of alarm marring his usually calm voice, the shake of panic punctuating.] Focus on me, focus on my voice, alright?
[Blind and futile hope that the kid could even hear him, let alone spare the slightest bit of focus for anything beyond the torment being visited upon them.
Because what else could he do here, beyond provide an anchor to steady them through this storm of agony?]
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d119, almost d120.
Have things calmed down yet?
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As calm as we can hope for, for a while.
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sometime during pitstop
hey
FROM: hawke@cdc.org
how is our dubious paradise treating you?
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Oh, you know. Enjoying the... unique atmosphere.
FROM: ginko@cdc.org
No better way to unwind than running from monsters in a damp, dark tunnel.
[in other words, he's had a hell of a time so far.]
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Day 134 | 24:53
But he wasn't going alone and while the bahari was right by his side, Courser did not count.
After a brief consideration, Adrien had sent a message to Ginko. Depending upon what they found, it may be worthwhile to gather some samples and while Adrien didn't know if the man had his medical bag on him, he was hopeful.
While he waited by an entrance, the doctor tried not to psyche himself out of going inside. The caved in skulls on the adults in the catacombs was weighing on him and he probably looked a bit more foreboding than usual as he paced a small circle. ]
[ooc: Let me know if you need anything changed!! ]
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He arrived a few minutes after his teammate, the ever-present medicine box in tow and Adashino perched on top of it. The little fuzzball was very much its usual chipper self, but once it realized where this field trip was taking them, Ginko could feel the little thing tugging rather insistently on his collar. Perhaps it would have been wise to find a babysitter, but there was no helping it now.
The open entrance to the tunnel stood before them, and Ginko gazed into the dark interior for a moment before turning his attention to Adrien. Judging from the way the doctor had been pacing, his feelings on this venture of theirs seemed pretty clear.]
Well, the quicker we get in there, the quicker we'll be done with this.
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Greetings, Ginko. I am Sieglinde Sullivan, your comrade on the White Team.
FROM: sullivan.sieglinde@cdc.org
I hear you are "in stasis" but I believed it prudent my introduction be the first thing you receive upon waking.
FROM: sullivan.sieglinde@cdc.org
Sleep well.