tushanshu | [video]

[Hello hello Jack is greeting all of you lovely post-waterlogged people with a salute and a smile. For the so inclined, you might notice the backdrop has changed a little - because he's not in his flat. He is in fact posting from the Doctor's computer.]

Has there been a damage assessment from the storm yet? Property, businesses, people? If anyo-

[ But whoever could this be? In the background, those watching may spy the familiar face of the Doctor. Except instead of his usual tweed and bowtie, he's wrapped in a blanket and not looking quite as energetic as usual for anyone familiar with him. ]

-- Jack. Something feels off.

[ ...something being the mauve tinge his face currently has.

Come round, everyone. Thus begins the wonderful story of "Captain Jack hears an achoo!"

In which Jack turns around to witness said mauve, trailing off and forgetting whatever he was talking about.]

Doctor? ...You're purple.

Mauve, actually. And it's really quite concerning.
My hands are all clammy and my forehead feels like burning.

I liked you better pink. --Are you sick? Can you get sick?

That's only on Wednesdays and no, that's rubbish. I really can't be sure, I need a celery stick.

Are you channeling Dr. Seuss? What did you get into now?

I feel just okay, I feel just fine. If you don't believe me, come see how -- [ and conveniently cut off by a sneeze. ]

I'm simultaneously confused and grossed out. You need to lay down. And stop talking.

Nonsense, Jack. It's not all that shocking. It was barely a sneeze. Look, I'm still walking! [ aaannnnndd now he's not because irony has him flopping down at that very moment. ]

Well, at least he laid down. ...Doctor? Doctor-

[woops time to cut that recording off]

(ooc: blue is jack, purple is the doctor)

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[ he pauses as he tries to think back ]

There was the attack and the storm,
and nothing was amiss...
A day later I fell ill,
and woke up like this!

[Well that gets her thinking]

I wonder if it's some kind of local virus? Native to Tu Vishan. I mean, it's weird for an actual illness, but that's a definite possibility.

It could be a possibility,
there's definitely a chance!
I wonder if that means someone
might have a cure on their hands?

There are healers and herbalists all over. If it is local, then yeah, I imagine there's a good chance of some kind of cure. Or if not a cure, something to at least alleviate symptoms.

If you could do me a favour,
just the slightest one.
See if there's someone who knows?
I think I'm confined to bed 'till this is done.

[ making his best attempt at a PLEASE I WILL OWE YOU face? ]

Yeah. Sure. I'm out and about most of the time. It's no big deal to ask around.

Just let me know when you do!
I'm not going anywhere.
In fact, I'll probably still be
right here in this chair.

[She chuckles again. Because rhyming.]

Metal Sector, right? Which suite?

[ he'll just have it appear on the psychic paper for her this time lest he rhyme again. It's 2-A FTR, and it'll appear by itself on the small blank piece of paper that he holds up. ]

[Okay though she registers the number and commits it to memory, she's peering closer at the console in absolute interest.]

What is that?

Psychic paper. Shows whatever I want to be on it to the person I'm showing it to. Like, for instance...

[ and he flips it closed, tosses it in the air, catches it and flips it open again. there's a second of concentration and voila! it looks like a legit health and safety inspector id card now. although she might be able to see it as less believable now that she knows what it is. ]

Talk about useful.

[She's still staring at it intently.]

It's been known to get me out of a tight spot or two.

Yeah, I bet. Do you think I could look at it sometime?

Maybe when you drop by I can let you have a look.

I'd appreciate that. Thanks.

Not a problem! Now if you don't mind, I think I'm being made to sit down for a bit -- at least until you get here. Just knock, come right in, whatever you'd like.

Yeah, of course. Rest up.

I'll have to try my best at it, I suppose.

[ and he gives a little wave before moving to switch off the feed. ]

[She gives a gesture akin to a tiny half wave and salute.]