lostcarnival | OPEN MINGLE: Search for the Cure

Who: Anyone involved in the cure development effort! Or poisoned people, last-minute volunteers (and voluntolds), nosy people, whoever!
When: D5 onward. Efforts will continue through part of the moon visit.
Where: Medical tent, the laboratory in the Supervisor Grove, the Big Top, and more!
What: Working together to develop an antidote! This is an open mingle log, so feel free to make your own toplevel and tag around! Most of the actual work doesn't need to be played out on-screen, but this is a chance for participating characters to meet, chat, or interact while working!
Warnings: Potential for medical squicky stuff, testing on (undead) animals

After a public call to action over the radios, several people have volunteered their skills and resources for the cause of curing workers afflicted with the Prince's poison.

Over the next several days, they meet at various locations to collaborate on a cure. In the medical tent, affected characters and their symptoms are examined through medical, magical, and spiritual means. A file on a desk there is also used to consolidate information, and volunteers may go there to report their findings or to look over reports of what others have learned.

Lambert has volunteered use of the laboratory he and Sans share in a spare trailer in the Supervisor Grove, so that individuals with knowledge of chemistry, herbs, or potion-making may attempt to concoct helpful solutions. From D7 onward, he’ll move the equipment to his cabin on the moon, where work can continue through the visit.

A portion of the big top has also been roped off and may be used as a working space. Trying out some weird spell or ritual? That might be a good place for it, away from the delicate lab equipment and sick people.

Of course, those are only the main bases, and people may take their work to wherever they find suits them best.

When enough progress has been made, there will be a need for practical testing. Foster has made use of his necromancy to procure them some undead rats (ranging from normal-sized to weirdly gigantic) to test on. For later-stage tests, some brave volunteers may be needed.

For reference, the characters in leadership roles are:

Oversight: Peridot (+ Mari, Herbert)
Magic: Strange, Rita
Medical/Chemistry: Herbert
Herbs/Potions: Lambert
Spiritual: Ginko
Anyone is welcome to join the effort at any point. Completed cures will be administered at a later time, during the vacation on the moon.

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"It hates me," Strange grumbles, almost under his breath. It's amazing how a grown-ass man can be pouting like a child at the thought of dealing with a murderous plant. Because it is just 100% obvious from Strange's mood and stance that he doesn't want to deal with the Exeggutor in the slightest.

"Surely someone else has a plant Pokemon, I can ask them instead."

He just doesn't know who has a plant Pokemon.

Wow. This is really pathetic.

"Don't be a baby. It's just a stupid tree," Rita snaps.

Truthfully, she hasn't paid much attention to who has which Pokemon, either. Somebody else might have something, sure, but... "Look, Coco's a good candidate. With its size, we could get a decent-sized sample without worrying about causing any serious harm."

This is really practical, thank you very much. Strange crosses his arms over his chest and downright sulks at Rita's glare. Don't be a baby, she says, it's just a stupid tree, she says, go bother the thirty five foot tall harbringer of death with detachable heads, nothing bad will happen.

Strange isn't an idiot. There's no way in hell he's bothering that tree.

"If you think it should be so simple you get it. I already said, I refuse to draw anything from that animal. Give me something else instead, you must need another supply of some sort that doesn't involve the horrible tree."

"I have to stay here and watch these solutions to record their reactions. And besides, I'm poisoned, if you haven't noticed!" Rita starts to raise her voice, but it quickly turns hoarse, and she stops herself. She takes a moment to calm herself, and sighs.

"Hmph. Here I thought I could count on you... Guess I overestimated you and your English magic."

The easiest way to get Strange to do something is to suggest that he can't. Because as soon as Rita suggests that he can't do it, Strange just tenses up and gives her a Look.

"I can do it. I simply don't want to."

Is he going to have to actually get that darn sap to prove to Rita that he can do it? Because he can. And he could if he wanted to.

"Yeah, whatever. I get it. If you can't handle this, then I'll just have to wait until someone who can comes along." Rita turns her attention back to the chemicals in front of her, as if to ignore the apparently useless magician.

Waving a hand dismissively, she adds, "You can go take a nap or something."

Strange just fumes for a moment before storming out. He can do this! English magic can do this! Rita gets a good fifteen or so minutes of silence before chaos strikes.

Guess what Rita, there's a mirror in this room. And with a loud thunk, Strange comes barreling out of the mirror, crashing into a table and knocking something glass and empty on the floor. He's out of breath, a bit scratched up, torn his shirt, and somehow bleeding from a busted lip but he looks so smug. From his spot on the floor and with a grin that's way too self-satisfied, Strange holds up a small vial, filled with Pokemon blood.

Fuck you, Coco.

Rita figures he'll be back. She doesn't know exactly when or how he'll be back, however, and when he comes crashing out of a mirror she'd forgotten was even there, it takes her completely by surprise.

With a startled cry, Rita stumbles back, grabs an empty vial that happens to be in reach, and throws it at him. "What did I tell you about doors!?" she screams at him, her voice hoarse.

She would follow through with her earlier threat of chucking a fireball at him, were he not holding an important ingredient right now.

The vial soars above Strange's head, barely missing him as it also crashes to the ground a few feet from him. Only when he's certain that Rita isn't going to throw something at him does Strange stick his head up.

"Terribly sorry," he calls out, getting to his feet. "Making a graceful entrance isn't high priority when one is getting mauled by a plant as tall as a warship."

Besides, he got the dumb sample and that's what matters at the moment.

It takes a few breaths for Rita to calm down, and with a groan she finally stands up and approaches. "Give me that." She snatches the vial from him and holds it up to the light, examining it closely. Will it really be similar enough to the magic resin used in her world...?

Actually... it's pretty close.

"This should work," she announces after several seconds.

"It actually tastes like coconut, if that helps anything," Strange tells Rita, in a matter-of-fact tone, letting her take the vial from him. He doesn't think the flavor of the sap/resin/blood/whatever would help anything but hey, that's what he knows. "At this rate, the cure's going to taste like a flower garden."

A very alcoholic, very boozy flower garden. As Rita looks over the vial, Strange prods his busted lip experimentally, wincing slightly as he touches it. Yeah, he's probably going to have to drink something or use something cold to fix that back up, his lip really hurts when it's prodded in a certain way.

But oh good! It'll work! Strange can't help but grin widely at Rita's assessment. "So what will you do with it now?" Because he has no clue, he's downright interested in what Rita's methodology is.

"That's herbal remedies for you," Rita says with a shrug. "Most potions where I'm from tend to taste... fruity, sometimes sugary." It works fine for her and her sweet tooth, at least.

As for his question... "I've got a few chemical solutions I can dissolve the resin in. Part of it's going to go into a preventative medicine, which our new medic can use to try and obtain antibodies from a test subject. The rest can be used as an ingredient for the antivenom."

Strange can't help but wrinkle his nose a bit at the idea of something fruity. That's a taste sensation that he's not that fond of—good thing he's not one of the ones poisoned or there'd be a lot more bitching and moaning about the taste.

Besides, let's talk about solutions anyway. Of course, the main problem is that as soon as Rita starts talking and listing off what she wants to do with the resin, Strange realizes he doesn't know anything about science. Weren't antibodies part of the antivenom? Or was he confusing the terms with something else?

"It sounds like you've been having better luck than I have," Strange admits, with a little shrug. "The stone covering is annoyingly resistant to moving. I can't even coax it to shrink a little."

"No luck about it. I just plan ahead, that's all." You know, unlike some people here.

Still, it would be dishonest to act like she's already had success, so she adds, "Of course, I don't know yet if these solutions will have the desired effects. Trials will have to come after I've actually made them."

What's planning, that sounds dumb, Strange isn't gonna do it unless he has to.

Still, Strange nods as he listens to Rita's explanation. Which, duh, that makes sense, make the thing first and then see if it manages to work on people.

"How do you plan to test the solutions to make certain they're drinkable in the first place?" Because Strange is just straight up assuming that's what Rita's going to make. After all, it's a giant mix of herbal everything.

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