This is part of the roleplay! (Any fics I write will be on my home or AU blogs)
TW: Deadly Illness, mentions of blood, nausea mentioned (no vomiting), fever, hypocrisy, discussion of potential death
Author's notes: Italics are Peso's thoughts. Peso took his temperature with an ear thermometer, which are very common in UK medical offices because they take like 2 seconds.
Rp tags: @nixtheoctoagent, @brown-the-octonaut, @ask-shellington-octonauts. Please tell me if I missed anyone.
Here you go @whump-fiend!
Peso's head was pounding before he could even open his eyes. His mouth was dry and sticky, yet his clothes were drenched in his own perspiration. Not to mention the slight ache all over his body and the way his stomach seemingly protested its own existence.
Oh. I'm sick.
Something he had tried for years to hold back - the anxiety that should be paying a mortgage at this point - in his chest told him this was more than the flu. For once he decided to entertain it.
After all, malaria is a medical emergency. And he hasn't had human company in... well if it was malaria, probably over a week.
Struggling into a sitting position, he reached for his medical bag, where he stored bottled water, testing kits, medicine, and other useful stuff. He quickly checked his temperature with one flipper, while rummaging for the test kit with the other.
312.85º
Huh?
312.85ºK
Ohh. When did I even change it? Why did I even change it?
103.46ºF
39.7ºC
That's more like it.
He grabbed a water bottle and opened it. He knew that he would have to drink and maintain more or less all of it if he was to find out. Malaria RDT is a blood test after all.
[An hour later]
The timer buzzed (thank goodness for physical timers!) and Peso groaned and reached for the test. Like many other RDTs, two lines would mean a positive result, but it wasn't perfect.
He opened his eyes. Positive. In another scenario, he would be filling out 'notifiable disease' forms, testing the rest of the crew, and prescribing medication. Two of those were impossible, and the third was very likely to be unachievable too.
In this part of the world, cloroquine-resistant strains were very common. Doxycycline and quinine needed to be spaced out to avoid any drug interactions (why do we deliberately pair two medicines that interact anyway) and to be taken with food.
Choosing to forgo treatment, he scribbled out a note for whoever would have to find his body and rested his painful muscles against the ground, closing his eyes.
I'm seeing the duality of the RP community so beautifully rn. One half is working out ways to traumatize the characters, and I'm over here thinking and yapping about wedding ideas for Nix and Barnacles.
Like, what do you mean Shellington is pregnant? What do you mean the Vegimals are also traumatized?
Betsy had long ago gotten away from the other Octonauts
She had seen Brown go into the Gup D and knew they would probably need something heavy duty to tow the Gup that Shellington, Peso, and the Vegimals had taken
Something's going on with her. . . .
Ooc -
I'M SO SORRY IF THIS IS OUT OF LINE IN THE RP I'M SO AFRAID TO STEP OUTTA LINE YALL BUT UHHH TAGS !!
@brown-the-octonaut @nixtheoctoagent @ask-shellington-octonauts @dearxantav1ll [ this was all I remembered 💔💔💔 if y'all wanna be tagged in this stuff of mine then just tell me !!! ]
Tunip grunted in frustration. His attempts to contact anyone weren't really working. He swore up and down that he could see Shelly in a tree nearby, but Tomminow had denied it earlier. Codish had gotten himself tied in a vine, Barrot was pacing across the leaves, and Pikato was about to burst into tears.
Oh, and Grouber had stolen his phone. His phone. Not Grouber's.
"Brrr, Vegimals! We sticka-sticka togeter! Make-a-make-a plan!" Tunip curtly commanded. Tomminow looked at him sideways. Barrot continued pacing the treetop.
He sighed. No one would listen to him. He pressed the "Call" button a few more times, hoping for-
“Peso to Shellington! Peso to The Vegimals? Peso to anyone!!”
Calico Jack threw the paddle into his boat and pushed it into the river, hopping in once it was floating.
Pete, you look for Shellington and Peso in the trees and I look along the river.
*squawk*
Since the rest of the Octonauts are on this mission too we'll start scouting in this area. If you find anything that might be a clue report back to me and bring it to me if you can. Some hungry creatures might trying eating it.
*squawk* Scout the area, scout the area!
Calico Jack found himself in a familiar part of the rainforest, he didn't think anything of it until it went silent. He didn't like silence, it had been unsettling to him for years. He unconsciously began rowing faster while still looking out for any sign of Shellington or Peso. Not paying attention, Calico Jack hit a tree which startled him. He'd hit a dead end.
Arrgh... just a scurvy dead end...
Calico Jack sighed before hearing the faint sound of snarling. It was somewhere behind him. Without a second thought he grabbed one of the paddles and ran from the snarling creature, not staying to find out what it was.
30 minutes of walking later, Calico Jack came across a few pieces of an octo-watch.
Aren't these parts of an octo-watch? Better call Tweak...
Calico Jack to @ask-tweak-octonauts-stuff, I'm here in the Amazon and wanted to know what these are.
Calico Jack showed fragments of what can be assumed is part of Shellington's octo-watch.
The Dachshund’s paws hovered over the intercoms, Hesitant to press it. She tilted her head back up to the large screens overhead, It showed nothing besides a calm sea from the camera attached to the top of the Octopod and a blank black screen from the other two.
Six days it has been, 2-3 days since Shellington’s desperate report of feedback had came back to the octopod. And Dashi had already forgotten when Peso’s glitchy report came through as she held her head in her hands.
The HQ was empty at this time, just her and the soft burring of the water around. This was uncharacteristic for her. But the way everyone almost immediately reacted and yet she… could only send the message further.
Her tail swayed in her sit uncomfortably, She raised her head. She had been coordinating everything, the gups, the routes, the safety of it all. Yet still no one had them back.
…
‘ @octoagentonyx and @ask-tweak-octonauts-stuff, would you both come to HQ? ‘
