Mutation: Phase One

[ziohazard]

After returning from the new Junkyard a drowned (and pantsless) rat, Cielo had returned to the barren New York apartment. The tattered orange Embryon flag still waved outside the window, and the donated Couch was still there, albiet a bit dusty.

The dust didn't really mind as Cielo plunged face-first into the cushions. It was funny, how...

Comments

[gale_force]

"No, no nausea. Just fatigue and increased hunger."

"You certainly may for a day or two. We only have the couch, but it is quite comfortable." The Embryon should be used to couches by now anyway. "We have plenty of tea, too." . . . And getting tea forced upon them by Gale.

The coffee table has started to protest under Gale's weight, and he eases himself back up to his feet.

[ziohazard]

"Increased hunger, ja? I hope dat don' happen to me... de last thing I need right now..." Cielo mutters, though his expression brightens at the notion of being in the vicinity of another Embryon for awhile. Considering the circumstances, he looks pretty happy. But still sick.

"I don' mind de couch! Just tea... so icky.."

[gale_force]

He frowns at the disparaging tea comment. "All tea is not 'icky', you simply have not found the variety you like. It is far better than the carbonated beverages you usually take."

Gale's PINpoint is once again in hand, and he places his left on Cielo's shoulder in preparation to teleport. "Ready? Did you need to bring anything along?"

[ziohazard]

"But its all... bitter an' stuff, ja?" Cielo frowns as well, crossing his arms over his stomach.

"Yeah, I'm ready! Don' got nothin' to bring, so... onward, bro!"

Nevermind that he feels like he's going to keel over from not good feelings in his tummy, and his leg (specifically around the Rainbow Arch) feels like its on fire. D:

[gale_force]

"I will have to properly educate you on the wide and delicious spectrum of tea, brother."

Cielo doesn't even need a toothbrush? Gale's not going to let Cielo use his. B| Only the one person that he's already exchanging spit with on a regular basis get that honor.

As if the younger man needed anything more to make him woozy, Gale activates the PINpoint and whoosh, New York disappears and (Victoria and) Gale's Mayfair flat materializes around them. Quite by happenstance, Cielo is once again on a very squishy couch, and Gale is standing near him

[ziohazard]

Cielo definiely feels woosy from the teleportation-- moreso than usual. It never really got to him before, but now, yeesh. He's one more teleportation away from ralphing on Vic and Gale's carpet

[gale_force]

And Gale remembers Cielo's nausea, and decides it's probably a good idea to provide a receptacle for any ralphing. Gale will defend the cleanliness of his living space tooth and nail. "Victoria should not have a problem with your company, but try to be polite."

He returns to the couch with an armload -- said receptacle, a package of soda crackers, a steaming cup of peppermint tea, and more ice water.

Gale makes a move to seat himself in a similarly cozy-looking arm chair, but pauses, hand on the arm rest. Cielo's massaging of his mark catches his eye. "Would you like a dose of Vorapate? It should help."