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584876 No. 584876 ID: 7e38be

first thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/569863.html[/spoiler]
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No. 599834 ID: 9ddf68

"I planned on drinking it, but beyond that I haven't really thought about it"
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No. 599861 ID: 4d85c5

Look, don't let what delinquent past you just lied about depress you into drinking alone. No making yourself miserable.

Share.
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No. 599944 ID: 7e38be
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599944

"um... maybe?" she shrugs, "I can share it with everyone, though."

"you misunderstand." he leans in, lowering his voice into a cool bassy murmur, "I'm not talking about sharing it with them. I'm talking about sharing it with me."
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No. 599947 ID: 2fd516

>>599944
Jeez he sure is hitting on you, huh? Well, I guess it can't hurt to get to know him a bit, because he doesn't seem to be a bad guy... Just don't get hammered and embarrass yourself.
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No. 599976 ID: a19cd5

>>599944
Fiiine. But no funny stuff, mister!
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No. 599987 ID: 4d85c5

Uh, kind of your call on how much you're willing to let yourself get hit on, or how far you're willing to let it go. We also don't know how control you tend to be in if you go drinking.

Headspace check, really. Would this put you in a worse place, or a better one?
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No. 600485 ID: a51ba8

>>599944
ok, on the creepy scale, from 1 to 10 he's a definite "creep". back away slowly, hang with someone who isn't hunting for genitals.
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No. 602599 ID: 7e38be
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602599

Lupa has a few drinks with Cyrus, keeping vigilant in case he tries to take some sort of advantage of her, but he never makes a move. he just keeps asking her questions. inane questions, almost pointless questions. questions about her favorite books, or movies, about her political leanings, her faith, her school life.

"you said you had a boyfriend, a delinquent. what was he like?" Cyrus asks.
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No. 602601 ID: 7e38be
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602601

"Joseph was... I don't know." she takes an other swig of the drink, "I was 15, and he was 19. I guess I was hopped up on hormones and looking for a mistake to make."

"you feel you made a mistake with this Joseph?" he asks.

"not entirely, no." she shrugs, "I mean I guess I did, it ended with me bruised and battered and awaiting a murder trial."
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No. 602604 ID: 7e38be
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602604

"um, I was a witness." she quickly adds.

"Bruised and battered?" he asks, concerned.

"no it wasn't like- it's a bit difficult to explain it all now, but he didn't..." she sighs, "sounds like a pretty big mistake, all of this, doesn't it?"

"it depends." he scratches his chin, "do you regret it?"

she shrugs, "maybe. I should regret it, I think."

"you shouldn't do anything just because you think you should. you certainly shouldn't regret something because you think you should. people are more than the sum of their actions. if I were the sum of my actions I would simply add up to some corpses in the desert. where you were, where you go, none of it matters. all that matters is where you are now."
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No. 602613 ID: 07a835

>>602599
He seems pretty legit. He's learning about you. Who you are, who you want to be. You should reciprocate. Ask him similar questions.

>>602604
Ah, but the future does matter, doesn't it? The choices we make now define the future.
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No. 602784 ID: 7e38be
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602784

"anyway, I should be going now. I'm not one to overstay my welcome at parties." Cyrus returns inside, leaving Lupa alone on the balcony, with her head spinning and her cheeks alight with a fie fueled by the low quality kerosine she'd imbibed.

images cycle through her clumsy drunken mind. she hadn't really thought about Joseph in a few weeks, not actively. he was of course a constant sort of background radiation in her mind; a subconcious itch that left her feeling an odd emotion, like a mix of admiration, apprehension, and a gnawing hollowness. it's been seven years and four months since he was convicted. she promised him she'd wait for him, that she'd be there when he was released; but the doubt would always prick at her concience. the doubt that she could wait, the doubt that she would, that she has the moral fibre or the constitution.

she clears her mind of Joseph. these are questions for a sober Lupa. there is no use in pondering about her long term future plans when she can barely stand up straight. in any case she's been standing outside alone for a few minutes now, she should head back inside. she realizes as she tries to walk to the door that she is extremely drunk.
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No. 602818 ID: dde2af

>>602784
welp, no more drinks.
stick with someone you trust for the rest of the evening, would you? you can't defend yourself as you are and that always makes me nervous.
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No. 602859 ID: 07a835

>>602784
Oh, okay, so you're not looking for a new boyfriend, then. You should've probably told Cyrus that. How long is his sentence?

Go collapse on the couch and mumble at whoever's there.
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No. 602886 ID: a7efea

>she promised him she'd wait for him
Really? For someone you're not sure is a mistake, who you knew when you were 15? Big commitment, considering.

>she realizes as she tries to walk to the door that she is extremely drunk
Well, then no driving, or more drinking. And be careful around that balcony!

See about making your way back inside, see what state the party is in, and who's still around.
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No. 605390 ID: 7e38be
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605390

the night blurs around her and her conscious mind fades away.

the waking world slowly forces itself into her mind. the first thought in her head was certainly one of extreme pain; both the familiar pain in her head signalling a night filled with poor decisions, and a new pain in the side of her ribs. she rolls over, groaning, and pulls the offending item out of her coat.
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No. 605391 ID: 7e38be
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a small metal vial. she absent mindedly slips it into her pants pocket and rises groggily.
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No. 605392 ID: 7e38be
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605392

"what happened last night?" she groans.

Harry opens an eye and yawns, "you made a drunken fool of yourself, probably ruined a bunch of friendships, burned bridges, etcetera."

"yeah but did anything out of the ordinary happen?"

"not really."

she looks around the room. it seems both Cyrus and Cammy have both left already. she looks outside and sees that it's around noon.
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No. 605394 ID: 7e38be
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605394

"thanks for the coat." she slips out of the hefty canvas overcoat and lays it gently by Harry's still prone form. he grunts as he rolls over on his side.
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No. 605395 ID: 7e38be
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605395

as she returns home, her mind is filled with thoughts she'd been meaning to put off.
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No. 605396 ID: 7e38be
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605396

she wonders about her relationship with Cammy, about Cyrus, about Joseph. she hopes she can works everything out nice and cleanly, without any drama. then again a bit of interpersonal drama has always helped her creative process, as well as her mental stability.
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No. 605397 ID: 7e38be
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605397

she supposes that may be a somewhat selfish way of looking at the situation, but she shamefully admits that her own stress and nervousness is even now eroding, and her nerves, previously tense like steel cable, are beginning to loosen contentedly.
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No. 605398 ID: 7e38be
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605398

she supposes she should just let herself feel relaxed for a few days before stressing herself out again over something pointless.

that's all for now folks, thanks for reading.
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No. 605401 ID: d90668

Wait why is Reggie handcuffed on the couch? And what sort of horrible poison was Harry carrying around? Is that sort of stuff something to worry about or just par for the course in your parties?

Ahghghhh the cliffhangers.
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No. 605417 ID: eda819

>>605391
Handcuffs, oh my. Awful daring for, well, couch play. In the middle of a party.

But yeah, the vial of poison and/or drugs isn't worrisome at all.
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No. 606558 ID: 7e38be
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No. 606570 ID: 7e38be
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606570

"heard you assaulted an officer of the law this weekend, Bennet." one of the miners grins widely across the table at a smirking Charlie.

"to be fair, she never read me my rights before the cuffs went on." he replies as laughter erupts from the others.

Lupa sits at the table happily chowing down. the past three days had been some of the best in recent memory. she reconciled with Cammy and they spent saturday night watching movies, like they used to months ago. yesterday she spent a full five hours writing; she was just filled with so much creative energy. she feels so... complete.

she thumbs the cylinder in her pocket. the XARC 223. what the hell is this? she supposes it was in Harry's jacket. it had to be, she was wearing it. so is it harry's? what is it? some kind of drug? she wonders if she should give the vial back to him, or if she should just throw it out. it's empty, or at least it feels like it. she has always had a rule against opening anything with a biohazard warning on it.
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No. 606573 ID: 4a20fa

>>606570
Give it back to Harry; it might need special handling or recycling or something even if empty, and you just accidentally found it.
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No. 606590 ID: 9b57d3

Do you trust Harry? If so, you better ask him what it is. If he's just an acquaintance you should look up the label before telling anyone about it. Find out what, exactly, you have.
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No. 606594 ID: 4c5cf2

Okay, silly logic here: if that were something illegal, it probably wouldn't be labeled clearly and include a biohazard warning on it. I mean, yeah, maybe you're not supposed to have it, but illegal drug trades tend not to favor easily identifiable containers. Or worry about safety.

Which means it at least started out where someone cared about legality and safety.

>>606590
Seems reasonable. I wouldn't go googling the name, though, just in case that triggers a watch list or something. Try and see if you can find it by browsing wikipedia (start somewhere innocuous and try to get to a list biohazards. So actually checking the article is part of a larger, innocuous, wiki binge of somewhat random article).
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No. 609707 ID: 7e38be
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609707

>>606590

"trust" may not be exactly the word Lupa would use, but Harry Wesson had never lied to her before, as far as she knows. even when it might have been wiser to bend the truth, Harry has always had a tendency toward brutal, almost sadistic, honesty. as far as she is aware Harry is not taking any medication, and he doesn't use recreational drugs; he rarely even drinks. the more she thinks about the vial the more she wonders. what could it be?

she decides she has to give it back to Harry. no matter what it could be it would be safer for her to return it to him.

her thought is interrupted as the Intercom plays a melodic ringing.

the Miners pack up their lunch and migrate to the locker rooms.
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No. 609709 ID: 7e38be
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609709

"hey Harry." Lupa nudges him as they slip into the hefty coveralls.

"what?"

"I think I might have accidentally taken something out of your jacket Saturday morning." she fishes into her pocket.

"nope." he replies plainly, "I don't keep anything in my jacket."

"ok but I definitely got it from your jacket."

"Lupa you were incredibly drunk. how can you be sure of anything that happened this weekend?"
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No. 609710 ID: 7e38be
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609710

"no, no, no and for the last time, no Charlie." the Commander nearly bowls Lupa over in a pained gait.

"please, Commander. you sound like shit." Charlie pleads.
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No. 609711 ID: 7e38be
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609711

"I feel like shit." she rasps out before succumbing to a wet, painful coughing fit, "but I will not, can not, do not take sick days unless I'm spitting blood or bedridden."
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No. 609712 ID: 7e38be
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609712

"c'mon commander." Harry patronizes, "I can handle the unit today, I promise."

"no." she commands, "not unless I'm bedridden or-"
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No. 609713 ID: 7e38be
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No. 609716 ID: 7e38be
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609716

"Charlie." her voice wavers slightly as she speaks, "you're in charge."
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No. 609717 ID: 7e38be
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609717

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No. 609719 ID: 534cc4

Oh dear god.... CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!

(poison?)
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No. 609727 ID: 373c1b

...Sounded like crap, coughing up blood...Is this what falling to the Ivory looks like?
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No. 609728 ID: 6e79d4

Make sure she doesn't choke on blood, tell the others to get help.
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No. 609729 ID: 9ddf68

SOME ONE GET HELP NOW!!!
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No. 609735 ID: 4c5cf2

>>609709
Huh. So he's denying it, your drunken perceptions were wrong, or someone tried to plant something on him and you accidentally intercepted it before he knew it was there.

I guess we should try to look the stuff up, now.

>>609717
...medic!

Does anybody on the unit have medical training of any kind? That would come in handy now. Otherwise, all you can really do is try to get help. ...and try to position her to prevent her from choking to death on her own blood.
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No. 609749 ID: d90668

Keep the knowledge of the vials existence to yourself for now.

If you start making rash decisions before getting all the info you could make a mistake. This could be completely unrelated. Or if someone did poison someone else you could lose track of whoever did it in the confusion.
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No. 609750 ID: 687279

>>609717
Call an ambulance, tell the medics about the label on the vial. That could save her life.
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No. 609862 ID: 95c255

>three day incubation period
>initial fever-like symptoms
>massive internal bleeding
This is really fucking bad.

Those are the textbook symptoms of a hemorrhagic fever, most likely Ebola.

Call emergency services. Get her on her side so she doesn't choke on her own blood. Then fucking pray that she's the only one infected so far.
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No. 610045 ID: 8f01e8

>>609862
>Get her on her side so she doesn't choke on her own blood.

Correction: Advise her to lay on her side. Nobody touch any potentially infected bodily fluids that came from anybody else, nobody enter or leave the building, at least until some more formal quarantine procedure can be established.
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No. 624517 ID: 7e38be
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624517

Lupa stands frozen, not able to grasp what is unfolding in front of her. she is a statue, a silent observer of fate, unable to affect the world around her. the Commander falls to her knees, gagging and spitting thick mucus filled blood. miners push past her, wanting a better vantage point of the grisly spectacle their superior had become.

Charlie yells something out to the crowd, which quickly disperses. he points to the door, barking at Harry, who sprints out.
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No. 624518 ID: 7e38be
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624518

Lupa stares at the Commander, who stares back with a purely empty look in her eyes. she continues to stare, unable to move or look away.
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No. 624519 ID: 7e38be
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624519

"Lupa!" charlie grabs her shoulders hard, snapping her back to reality, "did you hear what I said?!"

she stares back and silently shakes her head.

"I said stay with her until the EMTs get here. make sure she can breathe and keep her... I don't know keep her comfortable."

"what about you?" Lupa stutters out.
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No. 624521 ID: 7e38be
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624521

"I'm... I'm in charge now." he replies ashamedly, "I have to lead the dig."
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No. 624522 ID: e34f46

>>624521
dude, can you at least wait until the emt gets here? we might need the help. by which i mean she might stop breathing any moment and cpr is way more efficient with 2 people than it is with just one scrawny girl.
anyhow, turn her to her side so all that shit flows out, if that's not enough try to push it out with your fingers but don't make her throw up, that would only make things worse.
and don't worry about freezing, you were in shock and that happens. it's okay.
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No. 624526 ID: 82efdc

Um, what if it's something contagious? If... that happens to anyone down in the dark, you're a long way from help.
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No. 624594 ID: 8f01e8

Alright, Lupa, you want to live through the next week? Charlie just gave you an important assignment, but you don't have the right gear, so start delegating sub-tasks further down the chain of command. Yell at one of the gawkers to fetch a raincoat, a filter mask, and some nonporous gloves (any place that does commercial-scale food preparation should have a box of those sitting around somewhere). Improvised biohazard suit is better than nothing. Remember to name somebody specific, so they don't just all stand around expecting someone else to step up.
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No. 624628 ID: d958ad

Tell the Commander you will find whoever did this to her, and you will make them pay.
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No. 624630 ID: d958ad

>>624628
Also um, you should probably make sure the EMTs know about the vial. I mean, the label on it seems like potentially life-saving information.
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No. 625799 ID: 7e38be
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625799

>>609727

Lupa remembers when her Grandfather contracted Ivory. it looked a lot like this. he eventually drowned in his own blood. the thought makes her uncomfortable and she tries to think of something else.

>>624628

Lupa doesn't want to jump to any conclusions. this could be poison or the Ivory or some sort of infection.

>>624630

she should show the Vial to the EMTs, in case it might have something to do with this... but if it does have something to do with this, and she has it, wouldn't that mean she poisoned the Commander? that's what they would think, at least. even if she was only arrested for contraband, she could end up deported back to Ukraine.

>>624522
>>624526

"could you wait until the EMTs get here?" Lupa pleads, "what if I need help with something? and what if it's some sort of contagion? we can't let anyone who might be infected down into the mine."

"I..." Charlie turns away, "I'll go stop the tram."

he silently exits, his head held low.
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No. 625800 ID: 7e38be
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625800

>>624594

"Kenny could you get the first aid kit?" Lupa attempts to sound as loud and commanding as she can, "and I need a rebreather from storage... Rob, can you get one?"

the two dash off in search of the items.
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No. 625801 ID: 7e38be
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625801

Lupa helps the Commander to lean against one of the lockers. after a few seconds of coughing and gagging up more of the ichorous bloody fluid, the Commander clears her throat.

"is everyone gone?" she asks, spitting the remaining fluid onto the floor.

"yeah."

"I'm sorry you have to see this," she sighs, "but I'm glad you're the one to see it. does that make sense?"

Lupa shakes her head.

"Charlie couldn't handle watching this."

"handle what? Commander what do you-"
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No. 625802 ID: 7e38be
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625802

she smiles grimly, "Lupa, how much blood can a person lose before they die? how much have I lost already? and it won't stop coming..."
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No. 625816 ID: d958ad

>>625802
Unless there's a puddle, a LOT more than that. Tell her she's going to be fine so long as she keeps breathing and gets a transfusion in time.

She trusts you. If you're worried about getting blamed for her possible-murder, show HER the vial, see if she knows what it is and if it could potentially be what's killing her.
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No. 625829 ID: 9ddf68

commander with all do respect, if you die now what the hell do you think is going to happen to the marry little band of idiots that fallow you around? Come on, you're a tough SoB. Hell you get all of us to listen to you. Don't let something like this put you down.
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No. 625839 ID: e6e219

A hell of a lot more blood than that commander. Don't go giving up on us just yet.

If no one is here this might be a good time to show her the vial. Time might be of the essence and privacy will be hard to come by later.

Its good to not get stuck thinking that it might be poison. But it is a unanswered question and is important to find out what it is and where it came from regardless.
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No. 625863 ID: 82efdc

>Lupa, how much blood can a person lose before they die?
Liters. And I don't see liters, yet.

Unless it's pooling in her lungs, but then she's going to suffocate before she bleeds to death anyways.

>wouldn't that mean she poisoned the Commander?
How? When did she come in contact with the vial? And didn't it make it's way to you at her place, not the other way around?

>consequences of the vial being found.
Um. You could just leave it out in the open where they might find it? If it's relevant, it's there, and not connected to you.
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No. 625993 ID: cc75ef

>>625802
HAH! this!? you some kind of pansy? you're not even close to dead, commander, and there's a thing called blood transfusion that's on the way and will get here long before you die. you're not gonna die from blood loss.

it's your lungs i'm worried about.
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No. 656488 ID: 7e38be
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656488

Lupa greets the waking world like a ship greets an iceberg.
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No. 656489 ID: 7e38be
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656489

she looks at the screen on her phone. 5:41 AM. she dozed off for about 3 hours. the Commander lost consciousness and started convulsing when the EMTs had arrived. she followed them to the hospital, but there's been no news since she went in to the ER. it's been something like 19 hours since the Commander started coughing up blood.

she thinks about the container again. she showed it to the EMTs when they took the Commander away. she's still worried about what they might think.

she isn't sure what she should do. she's just been sitting around for almost a full day. she needs to get up and do something or she'll lose her mind.
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No. 656498 ID: 47c6e9

See if your little friend is up so you can talk... About anything really. If not I guess wonder, but don't go to far.
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No. 656508 ID: e114bc

>>656489
Ask your friend there if she remembers enough about the party to help with an investigation if it turns out the vial was poison.
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No. 656515 ID: 937a79

grope reggie then go see how the commander is doing.
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No. 656525 ID: c8a13b

Have lesbian sex!

or go talk to others.
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No. 656571 ID: d4a543

Hey, now, if you showed them the vial right away that looks a lot less suspicious than if they eventually found it and found out that you knew it was there all along but didn't say anything. You're innocent, you gotta be able to trust the system to confirm that.

Also, quick access to the vial for analysis purposes might help some doctor save the commander's life. Is your career more important than that?
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No. 656910 ID: 7e38be
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656910

>>656571

she did show them the vial. one of the medics took it from her. she's not sure where it is now, but she hopes that it will help them.

>>656515

no one's allowed in the ICU until they can determine that whatever is happening is not contagious. they told us that they would inform us as soon as we could visit the Commander.

"hey Reggie."

her eyes open slightly as she takes a sharp breath, "hmm? what time is it?"

"a quarter to six."

she glances out the window and yawns, stretching, "what's up, sweetie?"

"when's the last time you ate?" Lupa asks, checking her phone a second time.

Reggie shrugs.

"let's get some breakfast. I need to get out of here for a while."
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No. 656911 ID: 7e38be
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656911

the two sit in the diner as harsh golden light fills the sandy hills of the complex. Lupa stares down at the plate in silence. the Royal Flush: two eggs, sausage, a biscuit, some sort of hashbrown. she'd laugh at the choice of name for the dish any other day.

"you need to eat, Lupa." Reggie says in between bites, "starving yourself is just going to stress you out more."

"I know, but I'm not good at handling stress." Lupa replies, ineffectually pushing the food around the plate.

"I'm aware." she nods.

"do you think that vial has something to do with it?"

"I don't know." she shrugs, "it might. you never said where you found it, by the way."

lupa tenses up. she doesn't know if she should say she found it in Harry's coat.

"I just found it in my pocket when I woke up saturday." she responds. technically it's the truth, "did you notice anything weird at the party?"

"I was pretty drunk." Reggie admits, "I don't remember a lot. somehow I got handcuffed at some point? I should probably lay off the booze."
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No. 656912 ID: e114bc

>>656911
Tell her something happened between her and Charlie involving the cuffs.

Play with your food a little, maybe that'll get your mind off things so you can eat it.
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No. 656913 ID: 9ddf68

at least eat the bacon... because it's bacon.

As for something to talk about, ask Reggie if she's ever heard of something like this happening before? Just someone getting this sick and how it turned out. Just hoping to know what the commander chances are. I mean she's a tough son of a bitch but... that was a lot of blood.
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No. 656940 ID: ab7529

Sulk and eat mechanically.
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No. 656962 ID: 937a79

>>656910
>not groping that chest
you missed a once in a lifetime deal there, friend
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No. 657778 ID: 7e38be
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657778

"I think Charlie had something to do with that." Lupa replies.

"oh shit, really?" Reggie laughs, "if only I had been there to see it..."

Lupa takes a bite of bacon, and chews it slowly. she can't eat anything right now. her throat simply refuses to swallow. she just keeps chewing it into mush.

Lupa finally swallows the miniscule morsel then asks, "have you heard of anything like this happening before?"

"I'm not sure. spitting up blood could mean a lot of things. it could be some kind of infection or something." she lightens her tone, "Lupa, you've known Patty longer than I have, you know she's tough. she'll pull through."

"there was a lot of blood." Lupa replies, "even after she passed out, it kept pouring out."
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Reggie is silent. that's the way they stay for the rest of the meal. Reggie drives her back to the hospital, and Lupa begins to realize that the stress and the lack of sleep and food is starting to take a toll on her. she's starting to feel really close to losing consciousness.

"Lupa." Reggie says, snapping her out of her half awake state. Lupa looks around. they're at a stop sign near the center of the complex.

"Lupa, you need some sleep. you look really worn out."

"I'm fine." she replies.

"are you sure?" she asks, "I can take you home."
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No. 657780 ID: e114bc

>>657779
You really should go to bed. Otherwise you'll pass out trying to do something important.
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No. 657807 ID: 7cfafe

Go get some sleep. Tomorrow you can start sorting this mess out.
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No. 657813 ID: 9ddf68

no I... yeah I should probably get some rest. Thanks for putting up with me. Sorry i wasn't the best of company.
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No. 657824 ID: 88960e

Go pass out. There's nothing you can do but worry, so you might as well rest. Hopefully by the time you wake there will be news, one way or the other.
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"I guess I should get some sleep." Lupa relents. "thanks for putting up with me. I know I've not been good company."

"you're just stressed out." Reggie replies, "things will work out, and you'll feel like a million bucks again."

"I've never felt like a million bucks." Lupa smirks.

"a million rubles, then."

the ride home is quiet, neither Reggie nor Lupa has much to say. Reggie pulls into the parking lot of Lupa's dorm ten minutes later.
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"last stop, sweetie." she says. Lupa snores quietly in response.

"shit. you're going to make me carry you, aren't you?"
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a loud melody rings out in the truck's quiet cabin. it's Reggie's phone. answers quickly, to keep from waking Lupa.

"Lt. Regina Jackson speaking." she speaks curtly, "Dr. Jes, what's- oh. Complications? yeah... yeah, I understand. how serious? oh... I'll be there with a team later."
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664130

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664131

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664132

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No. 664133 ID: 9ddf68

...well this is... yeah no getting around this, once we wake up this is going to suck.
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No. 664192 ID: ab7529

>>664131
Man, we tiny.

>>664132
Continue to crash / sleep it off. No good will come of waking now.
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the girl sits in a dark room. there is an old and rusted machine in front of her.

"RELINQUISH YOUR MEMORIES." a rusted facade of the machine squeals in a voice which rattles the small room, "GIVE UP YOUR PAST SO YOUR FUTURE CAN BE FREE OF PAIN."
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the girl holds out her hand and sees a mark. black lipstick. she can just barely remember the taste. she feeds it into the machine.

she feeds the smell of a young man's cologne into the machine as well; the feeling of a heavy Canvas jacket, the sound of an Irish woman's voice, and the emerald green glint of a trusted friend's eyes. she feeds all of the painful memories into the rusted machine. it shrieks to life and shakes the room with its gurgling machinations.
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Lupa wakes up before she sees what happens next. the sun is down and her television is playing some comedy movie from America with Eddie Murphy in it. Reggie is passed out on her floor. it looks like she's demolished a bottle of vodka.

Lupa's head is killing her. she can't remember what she was doing before she went to sleep, or why Reggie is at her apartment.
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No. 666249 ID: f074b5

>>666244
Sounds like you need to lubricate that machine more before you use it. With booze, of course!
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No. 666289 ID: e114bc

>>666244
Weren't you in a car? After waiting at the hospital for the Commander?

Clean yourself up.
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No. 666304 ID: 9ddf68

clean yourself up a little bit then wake Reggie. See what's up with her
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No. 666332 ID: 57dfcc

>>666242
Geeze, that sounds like a bad deal.
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