[OPEN] An OTA for any post-mission threads! And Movie Night.

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: The crew!
LOCATION: The Mess Hall
DATE: After the mission / Movie Night, the day after the mission!
CONTENT: Feel free to use this log as somewhere to play out closed starters or what-have-you for any post-mission needs! There is also a movie night (sorta) in which the crew can contribute to it, as Newton is going to be out sick for this one.
WARNINGS: Nothing severe! But mark your comments if needed.

Upon returning from the mission, things need to take a real breather, huh? Not only have some of their folks returned home recently, but the witnessing of two crews getting gobbled up by pissed off dragons is also a thing. Not that a lot of the crew would probably contest the outcome wasn't somewhat deserved — caging living creatures to steal away from their families would definitely fall under 'stupid games, stupid prizes' that Americans love to say. Or whoever invented that (it was definitely not Tom Clancy, despite what some people say).

Anyway, everyone's back to mingling into the station, tired and victorious and maybe a little put-out by the overall murder and maiming. Business as usual, right?

So, Newt does what he usually does! Attempt to set up the mess hall for another typical movie night.

Only, he has fallen actually sick.

So the movie night is gonna have to rely solely on the crew, this go-around.

Upon entering the mess hall, many will find the usual things half-heartedly strewn about: the movie projector with the DVD player, sitting unused on one of the tables. The white cloth used to project on, half-hung and abandoned, looking like the world's worst sheet ghost on Halloween. Stacked dinner and snack plates with nothing on them are still in the kitchen, not yet moved around. In fact, the only thing that seems to have been fully supplied is a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor and one bag of 5 lbs., unopened sour patch kids on a chair.

Newt, it seems, has been put down for the day with his pirate-world-flu. Pirate Flu?

(It's not scurvy.)

Anyone stopping in will have to fend for themselves and provide any movies, music, food or additional goodies for this movie night, while Newton Geiszler is forced into bedrest by Chishiya and Yujin (who have the patience of saints in this situation).

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Sickly Newton Geiszler | OTA

[groupiedrifter]

[Apparently, you can get sick visiting planets which you don't have a usual tolerance for, when it comes to viruses and disease. It's not like Newt isn't heavily educated in the subject. Nooo, not him, Mister 6 PhDs. When he comes back with a scratchy throat and a steadily rising fever, he figures that's just what he gets for sitting out in a forest for days, overexerting himself when he has the cardio of a pug. Instead of admitting to defeat, he opts for pretending he's not feeling sicker and sicker — fake it 'til you make it is a quote only beaten out by fortune favors the bold, in his household. "I'm not sick, I'm just stuffy", or "I'm fine, I'm just stressed and busy", or the famous "I didn't get my 8 hours in." All golden commentary to distract from the obvious.

Anyways, back to preparing things.

Newt collects blankets, drags out the usual equipment needed after a mission, and starts getting the Mess Hall ready for the typical Movie Night. It's kind of just his job now, you know? It feels like if he missed doing it, it would be a curse on the station. Like, total 'a curse be upon ye' kind of curse.

But as he wanders around the station to do his usual thing, he looks pretty flushed. The occasional cough or sneeze ricochets off the metal walls and travels easily down the halls of the Ximilia, and anyone who investigates the sound will find Newton carrying around plates in the kitchen, or blankets from the communal area, or pushing tables around to make the proper arrangements in the mess hall. Not to be dramatic, but he definitely looks like you could cook an egg on his forehead, with how sweaty and hot he's become.

Newt is, indeed, sick. For real for real, for the first time since... he doesn't even wanna remember.

And like past times, he is stubbornly pretending it is totally not happening.

Eventually, Newton gets forced to return to his room, where he is going to be on bedrest for the next week. If anyone dare visit, they will find this pathetic little guy bunched up with blankets, surrounded by mountains of treacherously teetering handkerchief piles, and playing some random movie on his own portable DVD player. But sometimes if you're quick enough, you'll find him trying to sneak back out into the lab to work on his notations, or shuffling into the sunlight room to go collapse into some grass and lay there like a half-chewed piece of jerky. Feel free to prod him and make sure he's alive out there.

Sometime during his sick break, he sends a text to the network:]

TEXT | UN: Newt

I'm BORED!
Someone do something about it.
Or I'll kick my feet and cry. 😭

text; un: romanoff

[deaddrop]

Guess what movie this is.

👴🏠🎈🐿️

text;

[groupiedrifter]

What do you think I am, a rookie?

It's clearly Old House Floating Squirrel.





I'm KIDDING. It's Up, the movie's Up.
Try THIS one on for size!

👊♣🧼👨🏻‍🤝‍👨🏻

[deaddrop]

I wanted to start slow for you. Since you're not feeling well.

Fight Club, naturally.

📹🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️🌲🌲💀

[groupiedrifter]

Don't be nice to me! I want a challenge!

... Is it bad that I almost immediately said Twin Peaks, though???
But I feel like you're being tricky.
Blair Witch?????

here he comes

[coordination]

[ If the disarray of the attempted set-up of the mess hall wasn't enough of an indicator, the station's small enough that word will get around that Newton's been forced into bedrest.

So that only means one thing is happening here.

Newton will hear the clack clack clack of boots making its way down the hall, growing louder and closer. Quick, with purpose, ominous.

The door swings open.

Yzak is framed in the doorway, face pinched into a scowl, prosthetic arm out, finger pointing accusatory; Newton's own creation turned against him! ]

You bastard! You ARE sick!!

1/2

[groupiedrifter]

[Immediately, a response:]

ACHOO!!!

[groupiedrifter]

[Okay, now that he's gotten that out of the way:]

Am not.

[Which is a very stupid thing to say, because it's like saying you're not stabbed when you're gushing blood from a knife sticking out of your leg. Obviousness becomes him. As he walks from one side of the room to the other, there's practically a cloud of heat emissions rolling off him, and he sniffs miserably.]

I don't get sick.

[coordination]

No. I don't get sick! I'm the Coordinator!

[ Which could be famous last words because he's actually just as susceptible to foreign-universe illnesses and I just never got the chance to do that here, boooo ]

Look at you! You're a mess! And don't think I didn't see that half-assed attempt to set up your movie night. You couldn't even finish that!

[groupiedrifter]

You're the Annoyinator.

[GOT 'IM.

He says, just before his foot catches in some blankets and he proceeds to topple straight forward toward a pile of boxes.

Important inquiry: Do you let him fall and die for his sins?]

[dispassioned]

[As it happens, on one of the days Newt is attempting to sneak out to the lab, Chishiya is on his way to check in on him. See if he needs any fluids or Tylenol or anything. You know, doctor stuff.

So, when Newt's door slides open before Chishiya has the chance to do anything, he looks extremely unimpressed.]

Where do you think you’re going?

[groupiedrifter]

[... Well, shit.

Newt stops shuffling around his room, turning on his heel slowly instead. He's got a drippy towelette in one hand that clearly had been used to cool his forehead at some point (and is now just a hot moist mess that does absolutely nothing), and in the other, he's got an opened coke can.]

Uuuuh. I was gonna... [Sniff. Hummmm.] I had stuff to do.

[In sweaty pajamas, as one does.]

[dispassioned]

[Hmmmmm. Chishiya takes this all in critically and sighs.]

Did that "stuff" include swapping that Coke out for tea or orange juice or going to the infirmary for more cold medicine?

( text )

[offseers]

Bored? How come?

[ how can anyone be bored here, you all have so much time on your hands?? ]

Re: ( text )

[groupiedrifter]

HMPH!

[Yes, he couldn't make the noise through text, so he wrote it out.]

Dr. Chishiya and his cruel con-conspirator Yujin decided to put me on bedrest. I'm sick. 😒

[offseers]

Sick?

[ is that a thing. ]

text; un: clarke

[romancekiller]

Isn't that a bit too dramatic?

text;

[groupiedrifter]

You're right, I'm the most undramatic person on the crew. 😘

... I just hate being stuck in bed! Forced bedrest is so stupid and annoying and BORING.

[romancekiller]

Yeah, I know it sucks but if you don't rest then it'll only slow down your recovery.

[softshoes]

[Fortunately for Newt, he's sneaky enough to get out of the infirmary this time because Yujin left the room for a good fifteen consecutive minutes. Unfortunately for Newt, Yujin is already onto him, because he's made at least two escape attempts on this infirmary shift alone.

Congrats, half-chewed jerky man: one of your doctors is hovering above you in the grass.]

You'd be far more comfortable in bed, Newt.

[groupiedrifter]

[There's a soft groan, as he slightly turns his head; there's grass stuck in the hinge of his glasses.]

... I was getting some fresh air.

[By suffocating face-first in grass. As one does.]

Beds are itchy.

[Grass is apparently not.]

[softshoes]

[You are far from the first runner he's had to deal with, Newt. Yujin sighs, then crouches down to Newt's level, reaching out to touch his now-exposed forehead with the back of his hand.]

You're still burning up...

[He tilts his head slightly and hits Newt with the dreaded Mikotoba family concerned but also ever-so-slightly judgmental face.]

I don't think you need fresh air, Newt: I think you need to stay in bed. If not for your own sake, then for everyone else's.

[zune]

[ It's in the midst of Newt dragging chairs and tables around in the mess hall, looking overheated and sweaty and downright like his body could just melt into the floor like something from a cartoon, that Peter happens to be out for a quick rehydration stint before he returns back to his training.

(A guy's gotta keep up, after all, if he doesn't want to end up in a potato-state that gets him made fun of, and then has everyone fawning of that freakin' god of thunder guy, and then he winds up being the schlub that everyone leaves behind, and yeah. YEAH it's a whole thing, but it's not a thing he's even remotely going down the rabbit hole of while a buddy's in need of a hand.

And maybe some cold medicine.) ]

Whoa, dude. You might wanna slow down, huh?

[groupiedrifter]

Uh? Tch! Pffht. Ha!

[Is this a new language? This is a new language. A newt language. The language of the sickly. The language of someone who is trying really hard to think of something witty to say but is spinning their mental tires.]

It's gonna take more than some rugged handsome Galaxy Guardian [tm] to get Dr. Newton Geiszler to slow down! [This is the real potato-state, Peter. Like, a baked potato that is very warm and should be thrown into a bed and smothered in medication instead of sour cream. This metaphor is really getting away from me.

Anywho, Newt wags his hands at the air.]

Besides, I got a lot of work to do! These tables aren't gonna move themselves.

[He's what you call 'fever feral'.]

[zune]

[ Hold up — ]

— you think I'm rugged and handsome?

[ Aww. And his voice goes a little soft at that, totally derailed from his initial and more resolute approach to the sickly guy moving furniture around, before he remembers himself.

He scrubs at his face. ]

That's work other people can do. [ Not him.

Okay.

Maybe him. ] What you should be doing is heading back to your room and sleeping for like at least twenty-four hours with hot lemon water and your favourite tunes. At least that's what my mom used to do for me whenever I got sick.

[ Before he ... kinda just stopped getting sick. Likely because of the Celestial DNA that started to strengthen him past simple human sickness. Weird that he never put that together until now. ]