[34] - [Voice, Public]

[sharpememory]

[Barron sounds like death warmed up. This was intended to be private to Prefect, but due to the flood's affects he couldn't be bothered with it.]

You know what's amazing, comrade? When you reckon that the human body would have a limit to how much vomit it can chuck up. Pro tip? There isn't one. I must have hurled at least a dozen times today.

[A pause, because that lie is not helping Barron feel better right now.]

I think I'm gonna keep drinking until it goes away.

Comments

[strangehistorian]

That doesn't sound like a very good solution. You could try reporting to the infirmary instead...

[sharpememory]

Don't think they have anti-flood meds, do they? Or did the drugs work on someone else?

[strangehistorian]

I don't know if they have those specifically, but they may have charms to calm the stomach.

[rass_bestie]

I don't suppose you mean drinking water by that, do you?

[nakesnakecobracobra]

Yes, I'm sure that will help everything. [ Oh, the sarcasm. ]

Did you by any chance vomit out your brains as well?

[twooutoften]

Oh, you do it long enough it gets real awesome on you.

[SARCASM so that's exempt right? Maybe? Also at least he's not hurling bloody chunks this time. Anything is preferable to that.

Tommy looks about as good as you feel, Barron. Because this is what happens when you're a compulsive liar.]

[onceandfutureprat]

I think perhaps it's time you stopped.

[sharpememory]

Stopped what? Puking? Cause if that's it, I totally agree.

[sharpememory]

Awesome as in 'hey, that looks like a bit of my intestine' awesome?

[sharpememory]

Hasn't failed yet. And last time I checked my brain was still in my head.

[Private]

Also, I totally spoke to the warden of that crazy vampire chick who attacked you because of that cat. And she said that she thought the it was all fine? It was weird.

[sharpememory]

Water? Well, I suppose I could mix the alcohol with water if I really needed to.

[sharpememory]

Magic? Well, I'm up for that. I'll head there in a bit.

[buywithme]

If you drink more, that'll only give your body more material to vomit up!

[...No wincing! Does it count as lying if you assume you're telling the truth but you might not be? Apparently not.]

Let's go out on deck to get some fresh air instead.

[sharpememory]

I might feel better for a little, though. It's worth it.

Up on the deck? Like, outside?

[buywithme]

You'll probably feel worse though. If you're already feeling sick, getting drunk is a really bad idea.

Yes! Outside! If you need to be sick you could do it over the side.

[sharpememory]

[Barron can see the logic in this.]

Yeah, that sounds about right. I'll meet you up there in a bit.

SPAM!

[buywithme]

[And sure enough, Prefect'll be loitering around on the deck, waiting for his inmate to show up.]

[rass_bestie]

Leave the alcohol, choose water, it's easier on your stomach and easier on you.

[sharpememory]

Are you a doctor or something?

SPAM!

[sharpememory]

[Barron eventually turns up, somewhat late and looking decidedly worse for wear.]

Prefect? [That is you in the distance, yes?]

[rass_bestie]

I work in the infirmary, yes.

private;

[nakesnakecobracobra]

Ah, yes, I was afraid that might be the case. I'm sure the woman has her warden wrapped around her little finger. One of many cases of favoritism here.

It's sweet of you to worry, but I'll simply have to be more careful around her in the future.

[onceandfutureprat]

[Sorry Arthur is under the impression you drank yourself here] Or doing the thing that's causing it.

[twooutoften]

You got there too?

SPAM!

[buywithme]

[Prefect speeds towards Barron when he spies him, because... holy heck, his inmate does not look good today. He's at Barron's side pretty quickly, hovvering there like a concerned dragonfly.]

Comrade, you do not look good. Do you want to sit down?