Aubrey should really learn to stop running towards the sound of disasters, because xe always finds xemself somewhere awkward. Like now. Xe's stopped xemself with the doorway of the infirmary, and is kind of just staring, the surgical mask still on xes head.
"What the -- who're you?" xe blurts out at the man in the middle of the floor. "And what'd you do to the floor?" Tact is for the weak.
"I have no fucking clue what I did to the floor," Methos mutters. "I'm one of the basement residents. Adam Pierson. One second I was up in the secondary quarantine zone, wandering the halls, and then, I'm down here in the middle of a sunken floor. I have no idea how, or why."
"Well that's...weird." Xe surveys the room again, shoots a grin at this Adam guy, and leans farther into the room, starting to offer a hand. "I'm Aubrey. Looks like you could use some help cleaning this -- wait."
The words 'quarantine zone' settle into Aubrey's head. Xe quickly withdraws xes hand, pulling the mask back down to xes face. It's not as though xe thinks it'll stop the plague, and xe's not even convinced xe's contagious anymore (after all, what's left is merely a lingering cough), but it makes xem feel better to have the mask on. "You came from the quarantine upstairs? Shit." It's probably fairly obvious what Aubrey's worried about.
"What-Oh. Right. Uh, don't worry about it, I think I'm... immune." He won't say why. The fewer people who know here, the fewer will want his head. Or so his reasoning goes. He's not even sure the Game exists here.
He squats and starts picking up pieces of glass and such, and wondering what he's going to do about the floor.
Aubrey grins through the mask, then remembers it's blocking said grin and pulls the mask back to the top of xes head. Xe's gotten used to wearing it there anyway, even if it makes xem look quite ridiculous.
"Lucky you," xe says. Not that xe got that sick -- xe wouldn't have even gone to the clinic had the bulletin about the plague not shown up in the journals.
Xe shuffles into the room awkwardly, then begins to clear away scattered medical equipment, seeing as Adam seems to be taking care of the glass. "So, uh. D'you think this was some Rift thing?" xe asks after a bit.
[OOC: 'Twas very early in the morning when I posted that last reply, and I somehow managed to bunk it up, make a few typos and leave off a sentence. Thusly, I have now fixed it. *headdesk*]
"The, uh, teleporting. I figured the plague was Rift-related." Aubrey shrugs, shoving an armful of broken bits into the nearest garbage can and hoping there wasn't anything biohazardous in it. "Teleporting," xe mutters to xemself. "Still weird."
Methos shakes his head. "It must be, I couldn't do it before I came through." Glancing around himself, he adds, "Although I don't see why it has to be this destructive. Honestly! I try not to disrupt things, and the Rift goes and-" He stops ranting. "Er. Nevermind. The whole plague thing had me on edge, they were keeping me quarantined up there, even though I knew I was immune to it."
Aubrey chuckles a bit at the destructive comment. "It's not so bad," xe says. "This is just a bit of floor damage! I crashed through a building when I came through." Not to mention everything xe destroyed before falling through the Rift. The comment was meant to be lighthearted, but Aubrey can't quite manage to keep the tone consistent.
Xe stares at the cracked floor, wondering exactly how that's going to get fixed. "Maybe you could...practice teleporting? So it wouldn't be as destructive. Y'know, if you were cooped up in the quarantine upstairs and wanted to get Out badly enough, I'd imagine an unconscious teleport would send you rocketing outta there. A less-urgent one might not be so...explosive."
"I get the feeling it's going to stay this destructive," Methos mutters. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I saw a movie where someone had this power... not X-Men. Something else. What was it... Ah! Jumper! That's it. Don't think it got any less destructive there, though, I dunno if it works the same way for me."
"Never saw it," Aubrey says, a bit surprised at this fact. Must be an Alternate Universe Thing. "I mean, it can't hurt to try teleporting slowly, right?"
"What the -- who're you?" xe blurts out at the man in the middle of the floor. "And what'd you do to the floor?" Tact is for the weak.
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The words 'quarantine zone' settle into Aubrey's head. Xe quickly withdraws xes hand, pulling the mask back down to xes face. It's not as though xe thinks it'll stop the plague, and xe's not even convinced xe's contagious anymore (after all, what's left is merely a lingering cough), but it makes xem feel better to have the mask on. "You came from the quarantine upstairs? Shit." It's probably fairly obvious what Aubrey's worried about.
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He squats and starts picking up pieces of glass and such, and wondering what he's going to do about the floor.
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"Lucky you," xe says. Not that xe got that sick -- xe wouldn't have even gone to the clinic had the bulletin about the plague not shown up in the journals.
Xe shuffles into the room awkwardly, then begins to clear away scattered medical equipment, seeing as Adam seems to be taking care of the glass. "So, uh. D'you think this was some Rift thing?" xe asks after a bit.
[OOC: 'Twas very early in the morning when I posted that last reply, and I somehow managed to bunk it up, make a few typos and leave off a sentence. Thusly, I have now fixed it. *headdesk*]
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Teleporting it would be, Methos. Glad you figured that out.
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Xe stares at the cracked floor, wondering exactly how that's going to get fixed. "Maybe you could...practice teleporting? So it wouldn't be as destructive. Y'know, if you were cooped up in the quarantine upstairs and wanted to get Out badly enough, I'd imagine an unconscious teleport would send you rocketing outta there. A less-urgent one might not be so...explosive."
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