fandomhigh | Library; Wednesday [ 11/14 ]

There was a pox upon the house of Fandom; a pox, a plague, an epidemic. Nurse's onset abates, noses run. Clearly, the source of it was something viral, and the toes on Adah's good foot curled, her fingers tingled, with the chance to find out something more. Bad enough she couldn't haunt the corners of the makeshift hospital in the town hall, gathering qualitative research from the ~~victims~~ afflicted while visions of petri dishes and a chance to get near a microscope danced in her head...may her left side be stricken as useless as her right should she allow herself to be constricted behind a desk when there was research to be done. A curse upon her, a pox, a plague, an epidemic. But not until she found something out first.

There was a sign on the desk, instructing anyone that truly needed assistance with anything to interrupt her at a station set up for researching, with the threat of awful, terrible things that would put the virus' work to shame if the interruption was deemed unworthy. It was getting books, people. How hard could it be? And hell hath no fury like an obsessive virologist scorned.

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"I'm serious, River," Adah said again, eyes turning back to her work when she realized that the other girl had not moved but was sending her reactions of dejection as if Adah was doing this to intentionally make River go away, which she didn't feel was very fair and she wasn't going to allow herself to be distracted by, but she did let out a slight sigh.

There was, after all, a way that River could help if she really wanted to, that wouldn't put new strands of infection into motion. Hopefully. If she really wanted to be of an assistance, then River can go down to the makeshift hospital and be Adah's eyes and ears where Adah couldn't be right now. Qualitative data, on the physical progress, effects, and change of those already sick. She could talk to the ~~victims~~ afflicted and get information on how it might be work. Question about when they started feeling sick, how quickly it took effect, the sort of information that was faulty, but valuable, necessary but not previously recorded.

Not very fair, no, and River, who didn't share Adah's rejection of guilt in any form, did feel a little guilty. But the suggestion offered was a good one, and River smiled again, rising from her chair. "Don't have to ask, can just listen and listen and listen." She began to spin around, arms outstretched.

Then she fell over, ending up on the floor.

Adah blinked, one part concerned, but another, probably stronger part a little annoyed that River didn't seem to quite grasp a single concept like limitations.

"....River?"

Perhaps that was because limitations in that sense wasn't something that River often experienced, unlike Adah, who lived with it every day. River sat up, blinking and looking a little confused, then unsteadily pushed herself to her feet. "Will go now," she announced.

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