[i run at you because i'm afraid you're about to die
ANYWAY. Dahut just appears in the void wherever Viktor is this fine day, holding a plate of very bready goods in one hand and a pitcher of water in the other.]
Good mooorning, monsieur! [WHY IS HE SO DAMN CHEERY.] It's the anti-hangover brigade! I'm here to rescue you if you have a headache or nausea!
[WTF WHY DO PEOPLE THINK I'M TUTORIAL JUST BECAUSE VIKTOR STOLE YOUR TB
He is probably.... in the lounge. Because he isn't as worse as SOME, but he still has a bit of a headache and in general feels yucky. Story... of his life. When does he NOT feel yucky.
He lifts his head blearily off the table. Dahut is a witch.....]
What? I didn't drink a lot, if that's what you mean...
[He'll move over to go sit by this poor groggy man with the frog in his throat, placing down the plate and the pitcher. He'll pop a cup off the top so he can pour a glass and hand it over, girl help.]
Here! You look like you're about to go "ouuuegh" all over the floor.
[His constitution is 1, however. He does not understand this is what that means. It's fine. He carefully pulls himself up and leans back in his chair, wincing. Dahut gets a reminder of how rough the mini event was on his already broken body: a deep ache in the back and the hips. OLD MAN.]
Just a bit nauseous. Not as bad as some, I think. Like my roommate. [HE WILL TAKE THE GLASS.] Thank you.
[NOT THE OWIE. Good thing Dahut gets some guilt trickling in after! :')]
Maybe you should have asked for your blood sample consent at the party. [HE'S JOKING. This dry ass humor.] Not many people were willing to give you two much of a chance.
Oh... Sorry, sorry! It doesn't actually bother me that much! It's just reflex.
[IN RESPONSE TO THE GUILTY FEELING. You stop that. He also fucking laughs at this terrible joke.]
Maybe I should have! [NO but it's okay because he's also joking(?).] I wasn't expecting very many people to trust total strangers with their biosamples, anyway, so that's just as well. A little paranoia is better in a situation like this than none at all, I think.
[The vibes upon hearing he has been scolded are distinctly amused, though.........]
Ehe, I'm glad that someone was worried enough about you to fuss over you a little! Despite what Monsieur Scien may say, you're free to rescind your offer at any time, of course. I hope that you won't, though...
ALSO STOP LISTEN. It's funny... HE THINKS IT'S A LIL FUNNY.]
Oh! Well, we want to study the nanites, for sure. But it's good data for us personally, since none of you are from Arpéchéle and we have- [...] -unique blood.
If you're curious, I don't mind you taking a peek with us! You'll have to run it by Monsieur Scien, but I think more eyes on it would be helpful. [Especially considering this is foreign tech to all of them...
As for his blood:] You could say that! Blood, tissue, everything about us. So we need samples from a different population for a better point of reference!
[NOT THE WASH DRINK FOOT!!!!!! GIT OUTTA HERE THE SHIP IS BROKEN NOW
In juxtaposition to our shitposting, Viktor is beginning to radiate thoss bad Doom vibes again. He frowns into the distance for the same long silence he had before.
Debating.]
...I'm dying.
[WHY DOES HE JUST DROP THIS HERE]
Not here, of course. I think... the nanites are keeping me stable. But I am dying.
My god though, fucking help. Well, he will respond to these Doom vibes with a little concern and curiosity the same as are his general base emotions, apparently. Help. He's also got some SERIOUS vibes, with contemplation...
DON'T JUST TELL HIM YOU'RE DYING MAN.]
I see... So what you have is terminal, then? Is it something in your blood? Tissue? Or a different part...?
[THE PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS AAAAAA WAIT THEY'RE PURPLE FOR ME TOO WTF
He shakes his head, resigned.]
It's everything. Those who are shunned by the high society in Piltover, or those who don't like the ethos regulations for research burrow down into the Zaun's belly. Chemtech labs, waste, the mines, the factories... all of the run-off has nowhere to go but into Zaun's water and air.
But if you can barely afford to live in Zaun, there's no hope for you to get into Piltover unless you have something useful to them, unless you can pretend to be one of them.
[Like him. His brain was useful. He could put on an Academy uniform and be a chameleon. People didn't look at him and immediately smell the crust of the Undercity on him.]
The vibes are understanding, in any case, and a little bit frustrated and sympathetic.]
It's like that in a lot of places, isn't it? The ones with all of the money have all the safety in the world, too, and people without... Well.
[They're just left to fuckin SUFFER huh! Wild.]
...Mmm, I know that this is really invasive, especially when you've already offered your blood and got scolded for it. But if we ever get access to better equipment, is there any way that I could take a few more cell samples? Just to take a little peek for myself.
Yes. I'm a little disappointing to be finding out there are other places like this, too.
[He's thinking about the warning he received. It was fair. But! There can't be any progress without trying some fucking wild, stupid shit, so... Unfortunate for that person who gave him a little warning about the blood.
Sometimes, you are resigned, but also incredibly desperate.]
...Sure. I don't know how much it will help, but okay.
It seems that some of the biggest similarities are also some of the worst, huh?
[SPACE MONARCHIES.
In any case the vibes are simultaneously ! at the agreement and also grateful. RIP to whoever gave that warning but this is a great win for Dahut personally.]
Thank you very much, monsieur! You can be there at the time, if you'd like. Even if we don't find anything new, it's better to not leave a single stone unturned, right?
[DON'T SHOOTIE ME I'M JUST A LIL GUY this is still so funny though help me :amen:]
Mmm, it's true, it's true... I do hope that they have a lab on board somewhere, at least! Asking for the individual transfer of the right equipment one batch at a time will take foreeever.
[The vaguely exasperated and antsy vibes of someone who is not used to WAITING to do SCIENCE.]
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ANYWAY. Dahut just appears in the void wherever Viktor is this fine day, holding a plate of very bready goods in one hand and a pitcher of water in the other.]
Good mooorning, monsieur! [WHY IS HE SO DAMN CHEERY.] It's the anti-hangover brigade! I'm here to rescue you if you have a headache or nausea!
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He is probably.... in the lounge. Because he isn't as worse as SOME, but he still has a bit of a headache and in general feels yucky. Story... of his life. When does he NOT feel yucky.
He lifts his head blearily off the table. Dahut is a witch.....]
Hello... [Croaking.] How are you functioning?
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What? I didn't drink a lot, if that's what you mean...
[He'll move over to go sit by this poor groggy man with the frog in his throat, placing down the plate and the pitcher. He'll pop a cup off the top so he can pour a glass and hand it over, girl help.]
Here! You look like you're about to go "ouuuegh" all over the floor.
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Neither did I...
[His constitution is 1, however. He does not understand this is what that means. It's fine. He carefully pulls himself up and leans back in his chair, wincing. Dahut gets a reminder of how rough the mini event was on his already broken body: a deep ache in the back and the hips. OLD MAN.]
Just a bit nauseous. Not as bad as some, I think. Like my roommate. [HE WILL TAKE THE GLASS.] Thank you.
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Anyway, at the sudden ache, Dahut just reflexively goes:]
Owie. [AGAIN.] Aha, yes, some people seemed to have gotten a little carried away yesterday...! Unsurprisingly. [WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.]
I'm glad you aren't doing as badly, at least! But please eat and drink what you'd like.
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Maybe you should have asked for your blood sample consent at the party. [HE'S JOKING. This dry ass humor.] Not many people were willing to give you two much of a chance.
Someone even came to scold me afterward.
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[IN RESPONSE TO THE GUILTY FEELING. You stop that. He also fucking laughs at this terrible joke.]
Maybe I should have! [NO but it's okay because he's also joking(?).] I wasn't expecting very many people to trust total strangers with their biosamples, anyway, so that's just as well. A little paranoia is better in a situation like this than none at all, I think.
[The vibes upon hearing he has been scolded are distinctly amused, though.........]
Ehe, I'm glad that someone was worried enough about you to fuss over you a little! Despite what Monsieur Scien may say, you're free to rescind your offer at any time, of course. I hope that you won't, though...
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He cannot believe Dahut is really finding his scolding amused... Sadist, ok.]
What are you two hoping to find with our blood...? In relation to, um... our age and our health.
[He thinks his blood is worthless, but it's fine. He will not say that.]
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ALSO STOP LISTEN. It's funny... HE THINKS IT'S A LIL FUNNY.]
Oh! Well, we want to study the nanites, for sure. But it's good data for us personally, since none of you are from Arpéchéle and we have- [...] -unique blood.
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ANYWAY, his brows rise just a little at the explanation. HE HASN'T HAD HIS DRINK YET. He's too nerdy.]
I would... like to help you study the nanites, if you don't mind... Is your blood... [HOW DOES HE SAY THIS WITHOUT IT SOUNDING MEAN] ...unwell?
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Help though PLEASE HAVE A DRINK. GIRL!!!]
If you're curious, I don't mind you taking a peek with us! You'll have to run it by Monsieur Scien, but I think more eyes on it would be helpful. [Especially considering this is foreign tech to all of them...
As for his blood:] You could say that! Blood, tissue, everything about us. So we need samples from a different population for a better point of reference!
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HE WILL DRINK IN A MINUTE.]
I'll ask him.
[They got off on a very sarcastic foot, but it hasn't been as bad as (pretends to look at Dana's PCs) probably the rest.]
I see. That is everyone where you're from?
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He just nods at that, though! Yay Scien is making friends...]
Mmhm! Pretty unpleasant, right?
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I'm not sure if my blood will be much help actually.
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He's just giving this poor sickly man a look, though. There's concern in his vibes, but there's also curiosity.]
Because of what's affect you, you mean?
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In juxtaposition to our shitposting, Viktor is beginning to radiate thoss bad Doom vibes again. He frowns into the distance for the same long silence he had before.
Debating.]
...I'm dying.
[WHY DOES HE JUST DROP THIS HERE]
Not here, of course. I think... the nanites are keeping me stable. But I am dying.
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My god though, fucking help. Well, he will respond to these Doom vibes with a little concern and curiosity the same as are his general base emotions, apparently. Help. He's also got some SERIOUS vibes, with contemplation...
DON'T JUST TELL HIM YOU'RE DYING MAN.]
I see... So what you have is terminal, then? Is it something in your blood? Tissue? Or a different part...?
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Viktor won't look back at poor, sympathetic Dahut. He does not confirm it is terminal, but it isn't hard to tell from literally anything it is.]
My organs. My bones.
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Damn though. His freaky eyes still stare at him, observant in a way that belies his age.]
Do you know the root cause? The tainted water, right? But has the source of the problem actually been found?
[Is anyone running water tests...]
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He shakes his head, resigned.]
It's everything. Those who are shunned by the high society in Piltover, or those who don't like the ethos regulations for research burrow down into the Zaun's belly. Chemtech labs, waste, the mines, the factories... all of the run-off has nowhere to go but into Zaun's water and air.
But if you can barely afford to live in Zaun, there's no hope for you to get into Piltover unless you have something useful to them, unless you can pretend to be one of them.
[Like him. His brain was useful. He could put on an Academy uniform and be a chameleon. People didn't look at him and immediately smell the crust of the Undercity on him.]
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The vibes are understanding, in any case, and a little bit frustrated and sympathetic.]
It's like that in a lot of places, isn't it? The ones with all of the money have all the safety in the world, too, and people without... Well.
[They're just left to fuckin SUFFER huh! Wild.]
...Mmm, I know that this is really invasive, especially when you've already offered your blood and got scolded for it. But if we ever get access to better equipment, is there any way that I could take a few more cell samples? Just to take a little peek for myself.
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[He's thinking about the warning he received. It was fair. But! There can't be any progress without trying some fucking wild, stupid shit, so... Unfortunate for that person who gave him a little warning about the blood.
Sometimes, you are resigned, but also incredibly desperate.]
...Sure. I don't know how much it will help, but okay.
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[SPACE MONARCHIES.
In any case the vibes are simultaneously ! at the agreement and also grateful. RIP to whoever gave that warning but this is a great win for Dahut personally.]
Thank you very much, monsieur! You can be there at the time, if you'd like. Even if we don't find anything new, it's better to not leave a single stone unturned, right?
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Unfortunately.
[Don't ! at the agreement you won't be here to UPHOLD, DAHUT. Sad to say he is probably going to be looking at your heart, shaking.]
I think we have so few options, this would be best, yes.
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Mmm, it's true, it's true... I do hope that they have a lab on board somewhere, at least! Asking for the individual transfer of the right equipment one batch at a time will take foreeever.
[The vaguely exasperated and antsy vibes of someone who is not used to WAITING to do SCIENCE.]
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