#radiation cw

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haaaaaaaate when kin brain makes me hyperfixate on shit that’s viscerally upsetting. radiation? way too complicated for me to try to wrap my head around in a world without mentats. radiation poisoning? a complete fucking nightmare to learn about, even factoring for the hyperempathy. but i can’t stop looking into it. i. gotta know what the hell happened to me. it’s fucked, i know, but hey. this is me we’re talking about. -hancock

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You put the vibe meter up to me and it reads a normal level. Actually my vibes were so powerful that it broke instantly. Your organs will begin to decompose shortly.

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"Radaway is probably Prussian Blue" (an analysis I saw literally today as of writing this even though it was posted a few months ago) lmao NOPE I fucking wish it was (though fair analysis based on current medical science in this world as far as I know). Prussian Blue wouldn't have made me violently fucking ill. It'd make the memories of taking it so much less disgusting. Also it wouldn't have necessitated needles, I hated taking Radaway every time. The first time, Danse practically had to hold me down so Preston could give me the dose. I was furious until I saw that my Pip-Boy was reading some fucking scary levels of radiation in my body and that they were, thankfully, going down. I learned to be more conscious of the sound of my Geiger counter... I also lined my vault suit with lead. Because you can never be too safe. Though I did relax by the time I switched from it to normal clothes.

Anyway, Radaway was actually originally a chemical cocktail made by some government or another (probably the US or China, let's be honest here) for military use (not civilian use, but it was stockpiled enough to make it plentiful), then the apocalypse happened and people found other ways of making... Something with the same effects, minus the antiemetic because fml. I know for a fact that the original had one, at least in my timeline, because my dad told me stories of taking it when he was overseas (he was a soldier so it's not weird that he ended up irradiated, within the context of the Fallout universe lol) and just mentioned it led to increased normal bodily functions to eliminate waste, to put it as not-disgustingly as I can. But in the wasteland, you take what you can get. By the time I was woken up from that glorified freezer, all the oldschool stuff was gone or expired (and you really don't want to take expired Radaway, I don't know what would happen but best-case scenario it's not as effective, which is a real problem for obvious reasons) and it was all a bit sketchy shit that was better than dying of radiation sickness so we all put up with it.

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@qknows​ ;; starter call - accepting

Suddenly, the pain is gone.

Daniel is familiar enough with what’s happening to his body that he knows, if he’s not feeling pain, he must be either dead or close to it. Maybe if he’d been close to some state of the art Federation medical base, they could’ve saved him, but no. He’s out in the middle of nowhere. 

In fact, he’d had to hitch a ride on a non-Federation ship (who may or may not have been involved in illegal activities; he didn’t ask) to get here. A system where some rogue researchers had set up a base on an uninhabited moon to study the Borg. They were far away from the Federation on purpose and now that was why he--and everyone else in the facility--wouldn’t survive the accident that had flooded the place with radiation.

He’d rushed in to stop the cascade failure before it destroyed the entire moon and likely the nearby planet, but that’s all he’d managed. The others had died immediately, while he sat in a corner with his back against the wall, waiting.

But he’s not sitting anymore. And there are no floor or walls. No facility or researchers. Maybe there’s no moon either. Only white.

“Hello?” he calls out, feeling foolish for doing so. He’s dead. He’s got to be dead. Is this the afterlife, or the last few neurons in his brain firing off before they blink out entirely? He doesn’t believe in an afterlife, but he can’t shake the feeling that he’s not dead... and he’s not alone. He looks at his hands, then touches his chest. The burns are gone, and he’s wearing the white sweater he wore to the service for Sha’uri. He hasn’t worn it in years. He doesn’t even know where it is. 

“Is there someone here? Or am I going to have to talk to myself? I mean, I will, if I have to...”