issue #4 | video; backdated to the 6th

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie looks wrecked. Are hangovers supposed to last several days? Maybe that's how things work when you flood your system with magical shots and the most alcohol you've ever consumed in your short life by far. She scrubs at her tired eyes and sighs at the camera.]

Hey. So. I've got a question for everyone. There are scientists and shit here, right? Probably? Doctors, definitely. Is there anyone here who could, like... potentially help me make a cure for something? Maybe this is a dumb idea, but I've gotta try.

[She's been thinking about it ever since Chris mentioned to her that time freezes back home when you're gone. So long as she's here, she has unlimited time to try and manufacture something to cure people back home- and she has both the disease and the cure inside her body. That's gotta be worth something, right?]

Also, uh. Sorry if during that party I was- if I did anything- sorry.

Comments

[tablewithoutpity]

What is it for which you wish to develop a cure?

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[sheathes]

It is good to apologize — but you were far from the only one influenced by Rage. I am sure others will understand.

[ If Saber looks tired, it's because she's spent the last week trying to keep angry people in line... but she's also aware it wasn't really their fault. ]

[Video]

[ishotyouuu]

What's the matter, kiddo? You sick or something?

[Wade hopes it's not cancer-- there's only one cure they've been able to manufacture in his world and it technically isn't even a cure, just a way of reproducing the cells that end up dying from the disease.]

Also it totally figures there was a huge party and I wasn't invited. Wish I could say it was the first time that's happened to me.

[Video]

[drabsolutelynot]

I am certified in pharmacology. I may be able to help. But i'm afraid I'll need more information.

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[knifecollecting]

[Lord, Ellie, you look terrible.]

How much did you drink?

[Voice]

[telephoning]

[WELL, after that first set of comments, Zoe is going to be watching this space like a hawk as much as she possibly can. She knows it's a huge, huge longshot, and she's telling herself right out the gate that it's not going to happen, but if, if anyone here might be able to develop a cure for one off-world parasitic infection, if it might be possible to look into another...

...well, going back home won't be anything to be afraid of anymore.

She starts recording coming off the end of a sigh, quiet but voiced and breathy. Her voice stays constricted low a bit, but it's inflected and soft enough at the edges.]

I don't see what's dumb about the idea. You're right -- ...it's worth a try. [Quieter and falling flattened a little:] As long as you can get ahold of samples...

[And, back to clearer:]

-- Good luck.