#spark:event3

[knghtes]

“ so, this is how we’re going out, huh ? ” varan has always chosen to put forth an act of indifference, lacking any true emotion apart from that of feigned neutrality. in the face of possible death, however, his spirits are crumbling far more than usual. ( he’s terrified. internally. ) “ just wish it worked a little quicker. everyone’s coughs are driving me mad. ”

[darkminded-ren]

he’d heard word of a sort of virus spreading just days before. some claiming it to be deadly, others comparing it to the common cold, but ben had dismissed thoughts of it due to everything else on his mind lately. he hadn’t even considered the possibly of contracting the disease himself. it hadn’t been an option. but now he was suffering from it against his will, in an area scattered with others who were sick, and it aggravated him to no end. sure, he understood the reasoning behind the quarantine, but it didn’t make it any better. at least being stranded on a planet allowed room to move about, but this was something else. even being confined on the supremacy for years at a time was optimal to this. suddenly his thoughts had been a matter of life or death, having heard more of the eventual symptoms that would inevitably lead to decease. so far the fatigue had taken over the most, as he fought to stay energized and awake to do whatever he could to come up with a possible solution. but it was no use; even walking a short distance had been leaving him overwhelmed. so he leaned with his head against the glass wall, impulsively banging a gloved fist against it, utterly furious with the situation. when he heard someone nearby, he didn’t dare look up, hating for others to even be seeing him in this state. “unless you have a way out of here and a way off this diseased planet, i suggest you back away.”

[nervetests-blog]

even the look of quarantine makes wedge want to chew through the inside of his own cheek. it’s just a room, all clean edges and glass, and there is a part of him that is relieved at the side of the glass that he’s on. he starts to count the number of individuals inside, some part of his mind constantly cataloging the possible list of casualties.

it is quite the range. a virus does not discriminate between alliances.

“there’s a team working on this,” he says finally. boiling it down to exact notions. it feels odd to speak into glass, but it’s better than nothing. “i’m sure that doesn’t help to hear, but as far as i can tell, it’s good people. mostly, anyway.” a certain wryness tugs the corner of his mouth into something like a smile. “you know how it is.”

he means that fear is useless to all of them right now. he means he’s sure that, in the same way that those quarantined range from friends to outright enemies, the research teams are the same way. he just doesn’t know who the enemies are yet. but in this moment, everything has shifted and all of that matters less. he clasps his hands in front of him. “we’ll figure it out. by stubbornness, if it comes down to it.”

[pendantworn-blog]

Hours after Rose’s encounter with Rey, she felt ill. She knew this would happen. She knew it. Nothing could have prevented this, not the hands over her mouth. Not the distance she kept from Rey. It was airborne and she was probably infected the moment she came in close quarters to the girl. Rose was still angry at how stupid Rey had been. She didn’t know if she would be able to forgive her for this. 

Before Rose checked herself in, she sent word to her friends where she would be if they noticed her no longer outside. After being thoroughly prodded at and examined by medics, she was sent into the quarantine. So this is where she would be now, Rose thought bitterly. Instead of outside helping search for the cure, she was stuck in quarantine because of an ill-thought out decision. 

[pcifist]

location: quarantine

   *   THE  GHOST  OF  DEATH ,  it  seemed  would  continue  to  haunt  satine  even  in  this  new  life  she’d  awoken  to .  she  holds  her  handkerchief  to  her  mouth  and  coughs  —  no  red  specks  yet ;  she’d  been  spared  so  far  all  thanks  to  the  quick  work  of  the  scientists  and  doctors  that  had  quickly  engineered  something  to  slow  down  the  effects  (  yet  not  fast  enough ,  it  seemed ,  as  the  death  count  continues  to  slowly  climb ,  serving  to  her  as  a  reminder  of  the  past ,  as  if  it  were  yet  another  mandalorian  war  they’d  been  stringed  into  —  this  time  of  disease  and  slow  demise ,  with  no  end  yet  in  sight  aside  from  the  obvious  of  a  room  of  corpses  being  burnt  alive  ).   ❛  a  tragic  end ,  ❜  she  says  out  loud  eventually ,  bitter  smile  upon  her  lips .   ❛  don’t  get  me  wrong ,  darling ;  i  still  have  hope  in  our  friends  to  find  a  cure  . . .  it’s  simply  a  little  fleeting  at  the  moment .  ❜

[shocadii]

for quarantine!!

Was this how her mother felt, before her death? Exhausted, scared, and weak? Shocadi didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t want an added guilt on top of everything else that was going on. The Twi’lek wrapped her arms around herself, resting her chin on top of her knees. A dizzy spell had struck Shocadi, so she had needed to sit down for a moment. A shadow caught her eye and she turned towards the movement. “I don’t suppose anyone has any news from the outside.” 

[amaliies]

though the former queen had been assigned to the team that would search for the cause of this horrific illness, amalie could only focus on two things: armitage and the baby inside her. her hand rested over her flat stomach now as she stood at the visitation window of the quarantined area, running it back and forth slowly. the father of her child was locked behind this door, and had a high risk of death within days. the stress was weighing down on her second by second, as her scattered emotions attempted to see reason and resolve through it all. but she could not.

for the searchers... as she heard the door behind her open, and a reflection in the widespread window appeared before her, amalie quickly dropped her hand to her side yet remained facing forward, her eyes glazed over with tears that had been falling since armitage had been taken from her. she knew that being out of her prison cell might come as a shock to most, but she could not find the strength to fear the visitor at the moment. 

for the quarantined... a figure began emerging from the shadows of the quarantined area, and amalie knitted her eyebrows slightly, remaining facing ahead. she was anxious and hopeful that it would be armitage, but was not gullible enough to know that it would be. “a-are you alright?” she choked out to the person through the glass, dropping her hand quickly from her abdomen.

[galaxydealt-blog]

it’s probably not technically polite, to show up to a quarantine zone in a long fur coat and newly bought clothing straight from naboo’s most expensive boutiques. lando, at least, appeared here with all his recent memories, and thus knows exactly how to access his accounts. that does give him a few advantages.

but he wants to survey the landscape, so to speak. see who’s in quarantine and who isn’t. think about how to weigh his proceeding actions. after all, lando is not a fan of the first order. he loathes them, in fact, and merely makes a secret of that fact in order to pass among high society. he wants to see who they are going to administer the cure to. he wants to see how they’re doing, and the answer seems to be badly. 

so here, he merely presses gloved fingers to the glass and sighs. “i suppose the accommodations could be worse. not by much, though.” there’s a spark of humor in his voice, trying to add some levity to a situation that can be described as dismal at best.