Sis: Be poisoned? OPEN | Network Text Post.

[smupette]

Characters: Sis Strider and YOU!
Format: Prose, unless you post differently.
This log is: Open.
Location: In her...DORM ROOM. For the first time.
Summary: Sis got some of that poisoned food, and she's pretending she's just dandy. This is after the IC date of her Player using her in a fight.
Warnings: Cursing, and a Strider babe.

Sis had been feeling fine on Sunday afternoon, just fine. But as the week progressed she began getting iller and iller. Her suspicions arose as she heard other people from the same school were getting this the same as her, or even worse. She made it a point to not eat and to stay in bed to rest.

Her face would never give away the fact of how bad she was hurting, or how sick she felt. She calmly began typing on her PDA. Making sure it was open network. If anyone saw the state she was in- it would be troublesome.

Say figuratively, I also was affected by this poison. Not saying I am or anything. But if I were. How would one cleanse their system of it? I'm not talking "I may need a doctor", I'm talking give me a home remedy if this were to happen to be a thing.

In her haze, she forgets to lock this away from Dave. She meant to. So he wouldn't worry, oh oops then. Getting used in a battle, and turning around with the tower deal was not her best idea. She had refused to acknowledge her limits and now it would come back to hit her.

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[in person]

[smupette]

She was resting, in a restless manner. Sis wasn't the type of person to lay around just because an illness was stopping her. She had already likely doomed herself. She refused infirmary care and refused to leave the room until she had finished healing.

Sis turns her attention to the orange floating clone of her brother. "You're Davesprite." She speaks back, almost uninterested, no but really she was interested! She just couldn't sound very interested at all right now. Everything was hurting.

"I am Sis, yes."

[inamber]

Her voice is distinctly girl but there's something in it that is distinctly Bro. It's bizarre and throws him pretty hard-- hard enough that he notices the sprite tacked onto his name but doesn't really feel pissed about it.

"That's me," he says, mouth a bit dry. He adjusts his shades. Her face isn't in any sort of grimace, but... "Sup. You're pale as fuck, are you sick or something."

[smupette]

Sis doesn't know what else to call him, he's Dave. But there is something about him that just isn't Dave. Maybe it was the fact that this Dave was orange, and also a bird. She didn't know.

"Sick? Dave, you should know better than that." She is distinctly pained when she says this. "Being sick is not something on my list."