129 [spam] [open to the infimary]
[Even if there isn't a free bed and he ends up on the floor, Armand appears in the infirmary when he comes back to life. He's only barely conscious at first, and wearing a conspicuously clean nightshirt (thanks Admiral). He groans though at the light, not even sure what he did wrong this time, and covers his eyes with his arm. His head hurts almost as much as it had before his symptoms had gotten so terrible. He doesn't even want to know if his cabin was still in the mess he vaguely remembers. But more than the headache, he's dehydrated.]
I'm thirsty. Is everyone busy?
[His voice is very creaky, but he's trying not to sound petulant.]
[OOC: BACKDATED to the wee hours of last night since he first exhibited symptoms yesterday afternoon and went to bed instead of telling anyone except Loki or checking the warnings. So he died miserably alone in his cabin long before there was a cure. Open to anyone in the infirmary. This miserable excuse for a spam post is brought to you by the letter P.]
I'm thirsty. Is everyone busy?
[His voice is very creaky, but he's trying not to sound petulant.]
[OOC: BACKDATED to the wee hours of last night since he first exhibited symptoms yesterday afternoon and went to bed instead of telling anyone except Loki or checking the warnings. So he died miserably alone in his cabin long before there was a cure. Open to anyone in the infirmary. This miserable excuse for a spam post is brought to you by the letter P.]