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w1, monday

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[Waiting for Monday was a mistake, help me.

Arthur definitely feels Viktor before even seeing him on the observation deck. Ever had the sensation of being right at death's door? NOW HE HAS! Worse, a jumble of thought is going a mile a minute, rolling over and through like the rise and fall of waves at sea.

Someone is a mess. Oh--it's Viktor, leaned on the crutch at the bay window, looking out. He truly does not look anything like the chaos going on elsewhere.

[expiries]

[nice

there's a few aches and pains coming from his way, but they're probably not very noticeable compared to what viktor's going through. someone help him. at least they've probably got Constant Exhaustion in common so it's not a shocker for either of them.

he's assuming this is some wild nanite thing, which is half right, but he hasn't really gotten far enough to assuming it's coming from viktor yet. after a moment, making sure the distress and confusion stay out of his voice:]

You are - Mister Viktor?

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[Not Arthur's valid pains being drowned out by whatever the hell is going on with Viktor. Also, yeah, the constant exhaustion is bad.

The whirlwind of thought dies suddenly, like Viktor is startled, and the way in which he twists in surprise in Arthur's direction. OH. Oh no, a person.]

Um--yes? Were you looking for me?

[expiries]

Ah... No.

[he says, after clearly addressing him. after a moment:]

I just wanted to confirm. Er, put a face to the name. We hadn't had a chance to speak.

[that's what happens when you're an antisocial loser arthur]

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Understandable.

[Says the man who went down the hall looking at every single door and the names attached to them to figure out who was with who and what room they were in. It's fine.]

Arthur, right?

[Name to face!]

[expiries]

Yes.

[nerd power he did the same thing

anyways, he's allergic to showing concern but he does want to make sure viktor isn't about to pass out and die, so:]

Are you - sick?

[well done arthur]

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[realizes suddenly i put w1 on this thread instead of w0 it's fine

The question makes his brows rise, and then he laughs. A huff, short and dry. He glances out of the window. Oh, to be a star.]

I believe that's a bit of an understatement. Not exactly the picture of perfect health, don't you think?

[expiries]

...I see.

[no he doesn't, not really, but now he feels too awkward to inquire further. after a moment:]

They - mentioned a medical bay. Soon.

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[The smile he turns to Arthur is weak. It has a whole other meaning now besides just a man who looks like he hasn't slept in about two days.]

I appreciate the thought, Mr. Arthur, but I don't think a medical bay can help what ails me. It would not hurt to investigate, though.

[expiries]

Alright.

[accepting that readily enough, but then falling silent. awkward pause time.]

w1, mon it's actually w1 now unlike my other thread

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[BEFORE HE BECOMES INFATUATED WHOLLY WITH SIDON,

two nerds are in the vampire bookstore. Viktor is..........adjusting. He absolutely needs the respirator because his body is ten ways busted, and he's wearing the night vision glasses to keep himself from tripping. Hilariously, he fits in physically with the pale and gaunt blood-drinkers.

Passing by the wildness that is the blood bank makes him seek reprieve in the bookshop. Wow!! Charles was right, this place is insane.]

...Arthur?

[expiries]

Ah - hello.

[tactfully (?) not commenting on his struggles... instead, after a moment:]

What have you found?

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[The way Arthur says this makes him feel like he has done something irrevocable wrong, but that may be the PTSD talking.]

Um... Books? A lot of books.

[expiries]

[STOP he didn't mean it that way (probably)]

I see. [...] Any particular topic?

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[PROBABLY?]

...Um. Blood.

[SORRY, IT'S VAMPIRE LAND. He seems kind of annoyed, though, surprisingly. Maybe he's hangry...?]

But not... scientific research really. Fiction.

week five, sunday

[expiries]

[hi

he's here in this recovery room with a wilting victorian...]

Do you need anything? Any water or food?

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[Hello, just two Victorians out here together while one recovers from consumption.]

Um... Just some water is fine. I don't think... I can eat right now.

[expiries]

Of course.

[going to get him some water!!]

And - if you begin to feel differently at all, tell me and I'll call for Io.

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[Thank you, kind Arthur!!]

Y-Yes, I will. I'm alright right now... I think. Just tired...

[He is looking... expectantly at Arthur.]

[expiries]

I'm glad to hear that.

[noticing the look and tilting his head as he gets him water.]

What is it?

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[He at least takes a moment to sip the water that was retrieved for him.]

What... the hell was all of that exactly?

[expiries]

...I still don't understand the exact process they used to bring you back. Science isn't my strong suit.

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[He reaches up to rub his temple a bit. What the FCK.]

It was... I can't begin to... describe it. Returning. It was... It was like...

...Fleshy.

[expiries]

[FLESHY NOOOOOO]

...I see. I - apologize that it was unpleasant. [...] May I ask you a favor?

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[FLESHY NOOOO YOU YELL AS YOU SAW IT IN REAL TIME]

It's... surprisingly familiar.

[He glances up.]

Sure...?