[Audio - Chrissie's own ID]

[notalkodarkness]

[Christine had put off taking the cure on deck seventy-six for as long as reasonably possible. The thought of doing anything that could damage her throat alarmed her no small amount. When it became clear that passengers were not being allowed to leave quarantine without taking it, there was little option left. It was either take the cure and deal

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[only_one_raoul]

[Aww, and here Raoul was, waiting on deck 17 because that's where Seth's post said he'd be and listening for Christine to say something. Well, better late than never, as per usual.]

I'll be in our room soon.

[He'll definitely be taking the elevators (because screw taking 11 decks worth of stairs up while covered in clawmarks), but Christine will probably be there before him.]

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[notalkodarkness]

[She is terribly sorry to have inconvenienced you, beloved. Have the most relieved of sighs, though!]

I'm on my way, love.

[And she is, dressed to the nines in her blue medical scrubs and caring not a lick. Only this time, she has her own communicator firmly in hand. She is also aware of the lack of locked doors on the entire ship at the present time and takes advantage of it, entering Raoul's room to wait inside for a change; instead of baiting people out in the hallway. She enters the room and sighs softly, closing the door behind her.

See that shower? Yeah, she's going to take full advantage of that right now before changing into some fresh clothes from the closet. Don't mind her getting all up in your shower right now, baby.]

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[only_one_raoul]

[How adorable, they match. From afar. For the moment. Well, probably not anymore, by the time Raoul gets in the door. The sound of the shower alerts him to where Christine is, so, relieved, he puts down the medical supplies he pilfered from the cabinets. Hey, he's not completely mended yet, and you never know when you'll need bandages and stuff. These are dangerous times.

Until Christine gets out, he'll wait out here, occupying his time with finding something clean and not scrubby to wear and examining which cuts have healed over enough to leave uncovered.]

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[notalkodarkness]

[It's not terribly long after he arrives that she steps out, securely wrapped in a robe while toweling her hair. She sights on him and exhales shakily, for once not pouncing upon him. He looks as worse the wear as she is, and she walks to him, towel dropped forgotten on the floor, and wraps her arms securely around his neck.

She has an assortment of healing cuts and scratches on her face and arms, the worst a slice that's hidden beneath the arm of the robe. She holds him tightly, easing the hold only after several long minutes. She's alive. He's alive. Even better, she has him securely within her arms again.

She pulls back, searching his face as she cups it gently in her hands. Her voice still a bit rough and strained after taking the cure.]

You are well??

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[only_one_raoul]

[Raoul's face is pretty clear. He saw what that first bird did, and he decided that covering his face was a top priority. Getting his eyes clawed out or having a feathery little monster claw its way in, down and out didn't look like a good time. The majority of the damage is on his arms and also hidden, but by bandages helpfully applied by the local doctor.]

I'll recover. And you?

[He only loosens his hold on her when she pulls away, and even then, his hands stay wrapped around her waist.]

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[notalkodarkness]

[Just seeing him (mostly) hale and well loosens a gripping tightness that had seized her chest. She makes absolutely no move to escape his hold, finding it both very welcome and very comforting.

She moves her eyes over his face, finding it primarily scratch free while her hands come across any number of bandages on his arms. She makes a small sound of concern in the back of her throat, but finally nods to his own inquiry.]

Some scratches here and there, but I am fine. The worst was my throat.. [She touches the fingers of one hand against it and shakes her head, looking to him again, hand moving to rest on his upper arm.] The cure that they gave us on the quarantine deck was horrid, Raoul. There was no choice in taking it .. we could not leave if we didn't.

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[only_one_raoul]

[He can hear the effects of the cure. Too bad he was a little hazy from pain and the beginnings of blood loss at the party to process what was going on.]

Cure for what? What happened?