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LOG: Manuel and Alison - Two Ships Passing In The Night
Manuel comes to briefly on Wednesday morning and meets Alison. He's very confused.
Manuel coughed violently, then winced as his abused throat convulsed. He felt as if he'd been gargling with acid, and even the throat lozenges the pretty doctor had given him weren't helping a whole lot. Some, but not enough. He'd just about had enough of sitting in bed, though, so he swung his legs over the side of his bed and gingerly stood up under his own power.
"You probably shouldn't be getting up yet." The voice was soft and muted, coming from the doorway on the side of the room. A woman stood there, clad in a bodysuit of some sort, a hood drawn up as well. Only her face was uncovered. "There's some water on the table. That might help with your throat."
Manuel stared at the bodysuited woman. He didn't know who she was or what she was talking about, and she was very hard to hear, but she was _very_ nicely rounded in all the right places, and even abused as it was Manuel's body responded to that. He stared at her quite openly for a few minutes, then spoke.
"Who are you?" he rasped out, his normal cultured Castillian tones gone completely in favor of vocal-trauma rasp.
"Alison." Her lips curved briefly in an odd little smile. "I'm a teacher here, although I'm currently on sick leave. Music." She walked into the room a bit, taking careful and slow steps. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel terrible." Manuel said, swaying where he stood. "I feel thin and stretched-out, and my throat hurts, and my ribs hurt." he said, then took a deep drink of his glass of water to soothe his throat as best he could. "I'm sorry - I don't remember you at all."
"That's all right." She paused, shaking her head a bit, still standing very carefully where she had stopped, as though moving was something to be wary of. "Well, it's not in a way, but I won't hold it against you is what I'm trying to say. Do you have anything in particular you would like to ask about?" The question was accompanied by a small tilt of the head, Alison apparently patiently waiting for his answer.
Manuel thought about it for a second, and the resulting headache nearly tore his head off. As it was, the room dimmed alarmingly and his knees swam. "No." he said, forcing himself to not think about it until the room came back into focus. "Well, maybe one. Why are you wearing that bodysuit? Do you like to show off your body? Does everybody wear one? Will I be expected to?"
Alison stared at him for a moment, clearly not at all expecting that as a question. And then started to chuckle softly, her expression tinged with tiredness. "I am wearing that body suit, and sounding so muffled, for medical reasons. My power overloaded not long ago, and sound hurts. The suit helps with that. No, everyone does not wear one, and you won't be expected to either." The second question wasn't answered, although amusement lingered in her eyes.
Manuel looked relieved. "Oh good. Because I don't think I'd look nearly as good in it as you do." he said, looking at her again. "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name. My name is Manuel." he repeated. "I'm very tired. I'm going to lie down now."
There certainly wasn't a lack of amusement at that particular statement, Alison chuckling once more as she shook her head slowly. "My name is Alison," she repeated, that hint of patience to her voice again, as though she'd done this before. And perhaps expected to do it again. "I think lying down is a good idea. You do look tired." And, after a moment's pause. "There's water on the table next to you if you want any."
Manuel looked over at the water, and then took a drink from it. "Sleepy." he said, laying back down on the bed. He was out before his head even hit the pillow.
Manuel coughed violently, then winced as his abused throat convulsed. He felt as if he'd been gargling with acid, and even the throat lozenges the pretty doctor had given him weren't helping a whole lot. Some, but not enough. He'd just about had enough of sitting in bed, though, so he swung his legs over the side of his bed and gingerly stood up under his own power.
"You probably shouldn't be getting up yet." The voice was soft and muted, coming from the doorway on the side of the room. A woman stood there, clad in a bodysuit of some sort, a hood drawn up as well. Only her face was uncovered. "There's some water on the table. That might help with your throat."
Manuel stared at the bodysuited woman. He didn't know who she was or what she was talking about, and she was very hard to hear, but she was _very_ nicely rounded in all the right places, and even abused as it was Manuel's body responded to that. He stared at her quite openly for a few minutes, then spoke.
"Who are you?" he rasped out, his normal cultured Castillian tones gone completely in favor of vocal-trauma rasp.
"Alison." Her lips curved briefly in an odd little smile. "I'm a teacher here, although I'm currently on sick leave. Music." She walked into the room a bit, taking careful and slow steps. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel terrible." Manuel said, swaying where he stood. "I feel thin and stretched-out, and my throat hurts, and my ribs hurt." he said, then took a deep drink of his glass of water to soothe his throat as best he could. "I'm sorry - I don't remember you at all."
"That's all right." She paused, shaking her head a bit, still standing very carefully where she had stopped, as though moving was something to be wary of. "Well, it's not in a way, but I won't hold it against you is what I'm trying to say. Do you have anything in particular you would like to ask about?" The question was accompanied by a small tilt of the head, Alison apparently patiently waiting for his answer.
Manuel thought about it for a second, and the resulting headache nearly tore his head off. As it was, the room dimmed alarmingly and his knees swam. "No." he said, forcing himself to not think about it until the room came back into focus. "Well, maybe one. Why are you wearing that bodysuit? Do you like to show off your body? Does everybody wear one? Will I be expected to?"
Alison stared at him for a moment, clearly not at all expecting that as a question. And then started to chuckle softly, her expression tinged with tiredness. "I am wearing that body suit, and sounding so muffled, for medical reasons. My power overloaded not long ago, and sound hurts. The suit helps with that. No, everyone does not wear one, and you won't be expected to either." The second question wasn't answered, although amusement lingered in her eyes.
Manuel looked relieved. "Oh good. Because I don't think I'd look nearly as good in it as you do." he said, looking at her again. "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name. My name is Manuel." he repeated. "I'm very tired. I'm going to lie down now."
There certainly wasn't a lack of amusement at that particular statement, Alison chuckling once more as she shook her head slowly. "My name is Alison," she repeated, that hint of patience to her voice again, as though she'd done this before. And perhaps expected to do it again. "I think lying down is a good idea. You do look tired." And, after a moment's pause. "There's water on the table next to you if you want any."
Manuel looked over at the water, and then took a drink from it. "Sleepy." he said, laying back down on the bed. He was out before his head even hit the pillow.
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Madelyn's sitting here going: "Yes, Moira _is_ pretty, isn't she?"
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