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So, uhm...

[ Shannon clears his throat. ]

This is belated, and not really my style, but I'd like to apologize for not getting the emergency response team mobilized or even put together in time for the attack on Terminal Tokyo last week. Now that things have begun to settle, could I get a show of hands for how many of you are still around?

[ Beat, and then he attaches the current roster: here. Well, Kera does it for him, but semantics. ]

Anyone who's interested in the idea can fill out that attached forum and I'll add you as well. This lull is probably our best bet to getting everyone up to speed and hopefully training everyone in the skills they want or need.

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No shit. That's exactly why they aren't going to know. Thus... why I'm saying something. Fuck me if I'm going to let this fall apart because people think I can't keep it going.

[ Kera, who has been near the head of the bed and apparently cuddling up to a pillow while watching his partner be an idiot, shifts and waddles his way over to lightly poke Pip with a tentacle. ] Babies are weird.

It's just one of those days, Eli.

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I don't plan on telling them because there's no way I'm ending up in charge of the emergency response teams.

[Eli keeps an eye on Kera to see what he does, but there's no need. Pip's got this covered. When he gets poked, Pip burbles grumpily and chomps down on the offending tentacle.] Like you're one to talk, Merlin.

One of those days, huh? You get enough sleep last night?

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Says my second in command.

[ Kera yelps, hands coming to the baby Pip to pry his mouth open and free his appendage. Somehow he manages the presence of mind to not hurt the tiny little thing, perhaps through a soft spot for young ones, but he immediately sulks off to wrap himself up and around Shannon's shoulders. ]

Who the heck's Merlin?

The usual. [ Sleep hasn't been so easy, these last few nights. Images haunt his dreams which is quite traumatizing when he doesn't have the presence of mind to sort through it.

Except this goes a bit awry when Kera suspiciously looks down at Shannon from his new perch point. ] You're warm.

[aspectional]

Second in command still isn't in charge.

[Pip sounds sad when Kera sulks off, but gets distracted by Eli tossing him into the air once more.]

Merlin's a wizard from legend, squidlet.

...So, not really sleeping. [He looks at Kera, frowning.] Wait, warmer than usual?

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Damn close, though.

[ Shannon is now trying to disentangle Kera from his shoulders, but the digimon is stuck on pretty tight while he puts a hand both over Shannon's forehead and neck. ]

Hey, get off. You're stifling.

Yeah, warmer than usual. Is that normal?

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Close but no cigar.

[He puts Pip down on the ground gently before walking over and moving the hand on Shannon's forehead and replacing it with his own.]

No, it's not normal. Looks like he's getting sick and didn't want to tell us.

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[ Shannon flinches back out of principle, even though he knew Eli was on his way as soon as Kera spoke up. Speaking of, Kera still isn't letting go but he does let Eli feel for himself. ]

It's nothing. Just weary from all the travel. I don't get sick.

You don't?

I don't. My immune system's steel-clad. You're worrying for nothing. [ That's for Eli. Even though he does feel much warmer than usual. For most people, this would be the point to call the hospital and start freaking out. ]

[aspectional]

Don't try that with me. I know it's not just the travel. You're too warm for that.

And your immune system might be steel-clad at home, but it sure isn't here. Get into bed and try getting some rest. I'll see about getting you something to drink.

[Part of him briefly wonders if he could possibly try to steal an entire water cooler for Shannon's use.]

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Would you say... I'm hot?

[ Shut up. Shannon hardly ever gets sick, how often does he really get to use that line? ]

Suppose you want to take over for the role call, then?

How do you deal with sick humans? [ Believe it or not, this is directed at Eli. Shannon huffs. ]

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As the sun, gorgeous. And that was awful.

[He's heard worse. Far worse.]

Guess I'll have to if you're down for the count.

Make sure he gets plenty of rest and plenty of fluids and if he looks like he's going to throw up, pass him the trash bin.

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I'll be here all week.

[ Probably uttered some worse himself, huh? ]

And what does that look like?

That's when I turn a funny green color. [ Yes, Shannon is rolling his eyes, then gives a small grimace. ] Oh, there's the headache. Kera, off.

[ The digimon doesn't look too pleased, but does actually remove himself so Shannon can scoot back enough to find a pillow and drag it over. It leaves Shannon somewhere around the middle of the bed and looking very put-out by his immune system's failure. ]