EVENT LOG

[simonsimmon]

Characters: EVERYONE!
Setting/Location: On the caravan, in the dining hall!
Date & Time: Forward-dated to the evening of Day 30!
Warnings: none so far? But maybe with the effects of the event.......
Summary: Simon throws an innocent dinner for the passengers of the caravan. What could happen, right? Tags can be action or prose. Feel free to have

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[toothdoctor]

[ Now that he actually knows what he's doing around here (well, kind of, anyway), Carl has taken a seat at the table, picking at what's on his plate but more absorbed with glancing around at the other people in the hall because A) he's heard the Lima, Ohio contingent is fairly large and any familiar face is a welcome one, and B) he doesn't really know anyone else yet. He may not be terribly hungry, but the spread is definitely appreciated. ]

[thedoegirl]

[ She sidles up, looking hesitant but trying to smile nonetheless. ]

Hey, there. This seat taken?

[toothdoctor]

Oh! Uh -

[ Let him pull out this chair before the butterflies kick in too hard. ]

- N-no, no, not at all. Come on, sit down.

[thedoegirl]

[ There's a single weak laugh. So, apparently he's still not quite himself. Oh, boy. Clearing her throat, she sits and puts her plate down on the table, trying to subtly keep her distance. ] Thanks.

So. How's the, um... Enjoying yourself so far?

[toothdoctor]

Oh, yeah, y-yeah, definitely. [ And yes, at this point, he's mumbling, in addition to looking a little bit pale. ]

Can I - can I get you anything? A drink?

[thedoegirl]

[ Sorry, she's a little too busy staring to say much. Eventually, she snaps out of it. ] Oh, right. Some water would be nice.

Carl, you're...kind of pale. I almost didn't think that was possible.

[toothdoctor]

Water. Water, sure.

[ Hurriedly, he grabs the nearest pitcher and empty cup, managing - somehow - to pour the glass without making a mess, before handing it over to her. ]

Oh, no, no, I'm totally fine. Just, um. It's a little hot in here, huh?

[ He can't even look directly at her anymore. It's like staring into the sun. A beautiful, beautiful sun. And oh, god, he feels faint. ]

[thedoegirl]

[ She's not even trying to be subtle about scooting away now. She wants to be a trooper and stick by him, but it's so, so hard. ] Maybe. A little.

You're not gonna bleed on me, are you? Because, um, I don't think I can get blood stains out of my clothes. Or deal with the trauma of getting bled on. I mean, no offense. If I had to be bled on, you'd be in my top three of people to choose from, but that's only if I had no choice.

[toothdoctor]

[ Wait, wait - is she moving away? He doesn't try going any closer - he can't get blood on her if he starts bleeding again, he can't - but OH GOD DOES SHE NOT LOVE HIM. ]

I - I'm not, I promise. Uh, thanks for the sentiment, I think. I-in the eventuality that I do, though, I can - I can get bloodstains out. Although I don't know about any trauma.

[thedoegirl]

[ See that? That's relief from him not trying to go after her. She may also look a little disappointed in herself, but...blood. Nngh. ]

Sure! No problem. No...problem at all. [ She spends a second trying to make some attempt at eating, but it doesn't really work out. After putting her fork down, she looks over at him. ]

Look, Carl. I'm kind of worried. You've been acting strange ever since I first met up with you, and this place isn't exactly up to par when it comes to modern medicine. I think maybe we should figure out which room you'll be staying in so you can get some rest. Then maybe I can go find someone around here that'll take a look at you, even if he'll mock me in the process. [ Not that she knows Dr. House is gone, but she's nearly desperate enough to seek him out. ]

[toothdoctor]

[ On the one hand, he wants to tell her not to worry about him, but on the other, she's worried about him! He looks both pleased and somewhat sick. The sweating is starting to get a bit bad, as is his ability to look directly at her. ]

W-whatever you say, Ems. I'm sorry, I think it's just, uh, the c-climate change, or - or something.

[thedoegirl]

I don't think climate changes affect people this drastically. Unless you go to Antarctica, maybe. That's bound to freak people out. Though the penguins might be fun to see. [ Ponder, ponder... ]

Right, well. Turning into a human icicle aside, I'm wondering if you have a fever. Let me see. [ Even if she isn't amazingly keen on the idea, she scoots back over to him and moves in to feel his forehead. ]

[toothdoctor]

[ Obediently, he leans forward a little. By this point, his heart's pounding so fast he's surprised that she can't hear it. Despite looking closer to death every moment, his expression is nothing if not blissful. He can't honestly complain that she's paying attention to - BZZZOH GOD WHAT WAS THAT. At the shock, Carl jerks backward, clapping one hand to his forehead at the electric shock and the other to his face as it starts bleeding again. ] Ow!

[ Almost immediately, the hand he had on his forehead is reaching for her shoulder - he has better sense than to use his now bloodstained hand. ] You alright, Ems?

[thedoegirl]

Oh--!

[ She shakes her hand frantically as if she's trying to shake the electricity out of it. At seeing him reach for her again, she squeaks, jumping up out of her chair and out of his reach. That hurt, bro! ]

I'm okay. I'm okay. J-Just...no touching. Please. Bad things are happening when we touch. Really, bad things are happening when we get close to each other. And, um, I'm kind of reaching my messiness limit now. Sorry.

[toothdoctor]

[ WAIT, WHAT IS SHE TRYING TO SAY HERE. Okay, Carl, keep breathing. Keep breathing. If he looks a little stricken, that's because he is. ]

O-oh, uh. No, it's - it's my fault. I'm sorry, Ems, I don't know what - um.

[ And he trails off. He'd offer up a more impassioned apology, but he's feeling a little faint. ]

[thedoegirl]

[ Oh, nooo. Now she feels bad. That look of his just breaks her little heart. ]

No, no, don't blame yourself. I'm sure there's some perfectly logical explanation for all this. [ Slight pause. ] Actually, there probably isn't, but I'm sure you'll get better. Hopefully. We just...er, Carl? Carl, you okay?