please don't tap on the glass, it agitates the monkeys [OPEN]

[endurancepoint]

WHO: Quarantined students, staff, and their visitors
WHAT: So there are these people that are sick with a mysterious virus and they are bored
WHERE: Infirmary
WHEN: Whenever this week, they're not going anywhere
WARNING(S): People are sick. There might be undignified medical tests and discussion of bodily fluids.

OOC: Put in your header if the thread is open to visitors or just for fellow inmates. Or have multiple thread options. Run wild. If your character is visiting someone, feel free to start threads as well. Mind, visitors other than medical staff wouldn't be able to enter the quarantined area, so they'll probably have to talk through something.

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Fellow Sick People

[endurancepoint]

When he'd first been put under quarantine, Alex thought his prior hospital experiences had prepared him for this. Within the first week, he'd realised how wrong he was. Sure, there were lots of television shows he could catch up on and books to read on his tablet, but after a while, even that got boring.

Not to mention staring at the same four walls day in and day out. And without and end in sight, nor any improvement in how he was feeling (rather, he'd found he could still feel worse), he was starting to feel a bit stir crazy.

"I am actually running out of things to watch and read," he finally voiced. "I would happily sit a three hour maths test right now. And I don't particularly like maths."

Visitors

[soccerwhisperer]

Tenma was no stranger to hospital visits. With a teammate's brother and eventually a friend of his own at the hospital when he was still enrolled at Raimon, it had almost been routine to drop by after practice. He knew exactly what to bring.

He rolled up to the infirmary with fresh magazines and several decks of cards stuffed in one bag, bags of cookies in another bag, and a couple of board games tucked under his arm. It was disheartening to see the thick plastic barrier that isolated the ill from the rest of the world. Things will be better soon, he had to remind himself as he waited for someone to check over his items.

Open to Visitors OR Fellow Patients!

[martyrerkomplex]

For her part, Krista was doing her best to keep up with the things she usually did from inside the quarantine area. She often had her computer open, clicking and typing away to promote this or that volunteer opportunity or charity fund. Every day or two, she wrote up a new blog post about being quarantined -- something inspirational, she thought privately. Something people could look to if she really did die from all this, and think oh, what a poor, sweet girl, what a shame... Now and then, she took a little break to read or watch a movie -- first Star Wars, like Ken had suggested, then whatever seemed like it would appeal to whoever else was in the room with her.

Anytime there was any big sign of trouble with the other patients, no matter how fragile and weak she might be at the moment, she would get to her feet and hurry to the other patients' sides, fetching water or warm hand towels or whatever they or the doctors might need.

If anyone came to visit her, she was poised and polite, angelic blonde hair neatly braided over one shoulder, her natural slimness and paleness lending themselves well to an image of frail, fleeting, ethereal beauty as she came to the glass to greet them.

Open to people in quarantine and people who want to yell at her through the glass

[long_live_the_queen]

Yesterday was fine. Some coughing, some headaches, some ignoring people--fairly normal. Kaede tried to focus on the things Liir had instructed them to read, though her mind kept slipping sideways away from the words despite her best efforts. The rest of the illness was fairly mild in comparison to what it could have been.

It was how her mind reacted to being sick that was out of the ordinary.

Her thoughts curled inwards, chased erratic threads in search of answers, wound themselves into knots. People had it worse, what was her problem? There was no point in complaining. Sleep. Just needed to sleep, and she could fix it. She was just fine. Would be.

Just fine.


Today--what day was today? She got up, wandering this way and that, looking for a calendar. Or a mirror.

When she found the latter, she spent a long time staring at it, blinking sluggishly. The person looking back at her had a softer expression, a tired one. It didn't really give her any answers. She went elsewhere to look for them, peeking in unlocked doors, meandering through common spaces.

Who were these people? Did she know them? She thought she did--what were their names, though? Remembering was frustratingly difficult.

Ugh.

A call from clone - OTA

[eileaneathompson]

The clone that Eli sent to Krista had already won the argument, so the second clone, loaded down with books, CDs, DVDs, magazines, small games, candy, soft drinks, and anything else that Eli had been able to come up with...and afford...

The clone moved around, handing out small care packages, offering a kind word, or a small sympathetic smile here and there. She was just trying to help. That's what Krista would do... right?