Tim Drake (
peektuttut) wrote2012-02-12 11:07 pm
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[Tim has been pretty absent from the Barge for the past week or so. He's been seen getting food, but he hasn't been particularly sociable...at all, really. He's been in brooding mode. It's a thing he does. So the signs that he's been getting sick have been largely missed, most particularly by himself.
When the video clicks on, there's a groan, and the device wavers for a moment before steadying. Tim is in bed, shirtless because that is how he sleeps, and he's holding the camera above him. And he looks like shit. When he talks, it comes out as a croak. His sore throat went from bad to worse.]
Someone bring me chicken soup. Please.
[His arm gets tired and you all get an extreme close up of his forehead, because that's where he's resting the device. The rest of the audio is muffled, since the mic is like an inch from his mouth.]
Oh my God I think I'm dying. [He's just being a drama queen. But he does groan again, and the picture shuffles and shifts as he rolls over, dragging the covers up over his head before the feed clicks off.]
When the video clicks on, there's a groan, and the device wavers for a moment before steadying. Tim is in bed, shirtless because that is how he sleeps, and he's holding the camera above him. And he looks like shit. When he talks, it comes out as a croak. His sore throat went from bad to worse.]
Someone bring me chicken soup. Please.
[His arm gets tired and you all get an extreme close up of his forehead, because that's where he's resting the device. The rest of the audio is muffled, since the mic is like an inch from his mouth.]
Oh my God I think I'm dying. [He's just being a drama queen. But he does groan again, and the picture shuffles and shifts as he rolls over, dragging the covers up over his head before the feed clicks off.]
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[Who are we kidding lock picking is like, second nature at this point right.]
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How are you feeling?
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Crappy.
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Did McCoy come by already?
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Yeah. He didn't have future soup. Just a hypo and stuff.
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You up for some modern day soup? [It might require sitting up and having a tiny amount of coordination.]
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Duh.]
Yes please.
[Sitting up, maybe. Coordination might be asking too much. He groans and pushes himself up, though, letting Zitka fall back and rubbing his eyes.]
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That's the biggest straw I could get my hands on with such short notice, which for the record, I still think might be more effort than eating it with a spoon, but you're welcome to try.
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[And yeah he's taking the straw out, dunking one end in the bowl, and sipping carefully. Then he jerks the straw out of his mouth and bites his tongue.]
...Spoon till it cools down.
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You're not going to infect the whole Barge, are you?
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