I will, I will. There's no way I wanna go around making myself look crazy, anyway. I mean, this is weird even for all the weird stuff happening around here lately, yeah?
[SO INTO THE CASE HIS SWORD WILL GO and there it will live until he can figure out a better way of dealing with it... Which will be Never, but hope springs eternal.]
...But now that you've said it, why hasn't the government stepped in? You don't think that it'd be the same with them as it is with the people who don't have the app here, right?
Yeah. It is. Which is why I'm trying to find answers. This is evolving into symptoms that no one has ever made a discovery for — no books and no history for ... well, what you have.
[ She doesn't mean to make it sound as cold and isolated as it was. It was a slip of her tongue. ]
I'm not sure. Reached out to someone who has ties to the government to get an answer — it's all a waiting game at this point. There isn't some mass panic going on right now... nothing deadly, anyway.
[There's a strange near-melancholy that settles over him after that, because The Waiting Game isn't exactly a kind one and he's had a creeping fear for quite a while that things are only going to get harder. At the very least, he doesn't seem to take offense to the way she's talking about his own weird shit. It's still easier to deal with than an actual physical scar; he can only imagine how invasive that would feel.
But he'll sigh at his stupid sword anyway and ask himself literally why me at least five times a day for the next few days.]
Is there anything I can do? Like, anyone I can talk to or... I know some people are looking into compiling everyone's experiences to look for patterns, but I still feel like I should be doing a little more when they're messing with important stuff and giving people such a hard time. Just waiting around feels a little...
[ She doesn't want to bombard anyone. Especially people she knows that are struggling as well. Elizabeth will, however, pull out a piece of paper and write down "grell sutcliffe" and hands it over. ]
Talk to Grell. She's a medical professional and has been trying to help people with any ... weird, flare ups. I don't think she — or any scientist, honestly — can help you but. [ A pause. ] If anything starts hurting, she can provide relief.
[ But, this wasn't what he wanted, was it? He didn't want a way to 'fix' himself. She frowns a bit. ]
I haven't found much to do myself on the matter, so — it feels shitty. Very shitty. At the very least, see if Grell needs help. She's getting run thin by all of the people scared and needing anonymity.
[When she hands the paper over and mentions that name, Kashuu makes a little sound of surprise.]
Oh—! I know Grell. She's a good friend. [They bonded over fashion and red being The Best Color Hands Down one day when he stopped her randomly on the sidewalk and asked to draw her hair... #aesthetic.]
It's nice that we have options like that though, yeah. Even if this whole situation sucks, it's... I mean, it also sucks that we're all stuck here together? But it's probably better than if it was just a few of us having to deal with all of this alone.
[The fact that their number seems to be growing isn't really comforting either, though...]
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[SO INTO THE CASE HIS SWORD WILL GO and there it will live until he can figure out a better way of dealing with it... Which will be Never, but hope springs eternal.]
...But now that you've said it, why hasn't the government stepped in? You don't think that it'd be the same with them as it is with the people who don't have the app here, right?
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[ She doesn't mean to make it sound as cold and isolated as it was. It was a slip of her tongue. ]
I'm not sure. Reached out to someone who has ties to the government to get an answer — it's all a waiting game at this point. There isn't some mass panic going on right now... nothing deadly, anyway.
We'll be waiting, I think.
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But he'll sigh at his stupid sword anyway and ask himself literally why me at least five times a day for the next few days.]
Is there anything I can do? Like, anyone I can talk to or... I know some people are looking into compiling everyone's experiences to look for patterns, but I still feel like I should be doing a little more when they're messing with important stuff and giving people such a hard time. Just waiting around feels a little...
[Bad?? Bad. Feels bad, man.]
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[ She doesn't want to bombard anyone. Especially people she knows that are struggling as well. Elizabeth will, however, pull out a piece of paper and write down "grell sutcliffe" and hands it over. ]
Talk to Grell. She's a medical professional and has been trying to help people with any ... weird, flare ups. I don't think she — or any scientist, honestly — can help you but. [ A pause. ] If anything starts hurting, she can provide relief.
[ But, this wasn't what he wanted, was it? He didn't want a way to 'fix' himself. She frowns a bit. ]
I haven't found much to do myself on the matter, so — it feels shitty. Very shitty. At the very least, see if Grell needs help. She's getting run thin by all of the people scared and needing anonymity.
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Oh—! I know Grell. She's a good friend. [They bonded over fashion and red being The Best Color Hands Down one day when he stopped her randomly on the sidewalk and asked to draw her hair... #aesthetic.]
It's nice that we have options like that though, yeah. Even if this whole situation sucks, it's... I mean, it also sucks that we're all stuck here together? But it's probably better than if it was just a few of us having to deal with all of this alone.
[The fact that their number seems to be growing isn't really comforting either, though...]