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[[ clerise is entering ]]

Clerise stalked into the infirmary, her shoulder freshly bleeding. It stung, but not nearly as much as the blow from Sunny did, fresh and sharp and a slap on her open wound.

"I-" The redhead started, lips down-turned--

"Do not even start. Do not." Sunny busied herself by making the acrobat a foul smelling concoction, shoving it into her hands and forcing her towards a bed to sit on.

Staring down into her paper cup forlornly, Clerise downed it like a shot.

What a terrible decision to even drink it at all. Ugh.

[Entering (carrying Cass)]

Bix entered carrying a limp body. It was a girl, Cass, completely knocked out by a Life hunter when she erupted into an insane and dangerous screaming fit. Bix was careful with her, finding a cot for her and laying her down. Immediately there were white coated figures around her and he just sort of mumbled and backed away.

"She's snapped I think. I don't know. Acting crazy." He watched them swarm her and some made calls to confirm with the other tent what happened, find out exactly what she was given.

Bix felt more and more pushed out by the second and so he just backed slowly away. As a last thought he pulled out his phone.



He almost texted 'Better you than me' but instead decided to just leave it at that. Finally. FINALLY he could get his shower.



[EXIT]

[entering]

Harrison desummoned B0nez for the first time in a month, and found a cot to sit on. B0nez had seared his side shut, with a burned flower imprint for the trouble. Server maintenance was apparently not his specialty. And while Harrison's shield was stronger, his healing briefly sped by the influx of Fear, he could still...feel them in there.

B0nez couldn't get rid of them.

When they handed him the sludgy drink, he sat there staring at a long while. It was kinder, he guessed, to tell him it was medicine.

Poison was better than slowly turning into a plant zombie and killing whoever was in reach. And this way, they'd know where B0nez's tablet was. He wouldn't end up at the bottom of a lair somewhere. It made sense for the organization.

He tilted the cup moodily, watching the sludge stain the sides as it oozed back and forth. "Don't know if I'm ready to take this yet," he confided quietly.

[enter]

When Marcus had gotten the text telling him that Cass had been flipping out he'd just punched a wall. No yelling, no reply, just a fist colliding into a wall. After he got the second text telling him she was sedated? He was a charging bull on his way over. He hardly had any time to take a shower, only getting half undressed before he'd gotten the text. Going by he saw the white haired hunter leaving and once in the infirmary?

Marcus sat himself down next to Cass, grabbing her hand. He was angry, but he wasn't yelling. Just sitting next to her. Stupid Cass throwing a fit. She didn't need him so why was she upset? He...he loved her but she didn't need him and what if he was an idiot and he'd ******** up and-
"'S stupid."

[Entering]

How could such a cute, cheerful-looking woman manage the kind of evil eye that stopped grown men in their tracks and made them submit meekly? Must've had Hispanic ancestry somewhere down the line, Jordan mused glumly, and sat down on a cot, eyeing the cup in his hand with suspicion. Okay, precautions, yeah, vines, yeah, but was he really sure that foul concoction wasn't poisonous or something?

If it was poison it'd smell good so you'd drink it, Ferros pointed out.

Reverse psychology, Jordan grumbled dubiously, but it was a weak argument and he knew it. Might as well get it over with. He drank the stuff in one mouthful, trying to swallow it fast enough to keep from tasting it.

... That didn't work so well. He grimaced. "Oh god, what's in that stuff?"

[ entering ]

The flowers needed to be taken care of because even if Ofelia thought they were gone they really weren't. Some of the blossoms had faded, sure, but new buds had appeared in all their wondrous, scarlet glory. It was like her chest was a garden and her torso was perfect soil, so being told she needed to go and drink something to get it all better was not really helping.

The voices in her head told her it would help though. The voices in her head told her that everything was going to be okay, they'd take over and drown out the worries that Rue was trying to submit into her mind. All she needed to do was drink and the flowers would go away. All she needed to go was drink and the voices would keep talking, keep her nerves and paranoia down.

Entering the infirmary she spotted a lady handing out the drinks, one of which she took and chugged down without a second thought. If it was poison she had bigger fish to fry, the voices assured her. They wouldn't let poison kill her, and somewhere in the back of her mind she faintly heard Rue agree to that. Rue wasn't going to let her die, not from a drink. Rue wanted Ofelia to die in a blaze of glory, or at least somewhere alone where her body would never be found. Dying because of a drink sounded ridiculous.

It tasted downright deathly and Ofelia gagged, her hand covering her mouth to keep everything in. She might have gagged a bit too much, something came out from her nose, but she wiped it back and looked at Jordan who happened to be nearby.

Screw the fact they were both injured, he was getting a damn hug. "Jordan."

"M'not stupid, stupid." Cass grumbled, half-coherent as she squeezed his hand back. Clearly she was the queen of banter after her enormous freakout plus some good ol' drugs in her system making her sound like a drunken fish. Which she kind of felt like too, to be honest. "Why d'you not love me anymore?" she added, trying to make a hurt face, but mostly looking tired.

Then again, she probably should have been out cold.