acatalepsy_rpg | video

If I may, I request your attention for a short while.

[This mystery illness has taken a toll on Minfilia, and she's far from a pretty sight, with her nose and eyes red and the rest of her far too pale. She's not slept well, and any useful time awake she spends in weary attempts to find anything that might help all of them...if not feel better, then at least not get any worse. Really, she's rather stunned she managed to get the watch to do what she wanted, which is a feat even when she isn't a dizzy and congested mess.]

None of us are wont to suffer the symptoms of whatever is plaguing us for one moment longer than necessary. [She hopes.] In the last few days I have witnessed several sets of hands and minds at work in pursuit of a solution.

[A pause for a sound sneeze and a bit of coughing, which she tries her best to keep well away from the recording. The remainder of the message sounds as if someone is holding her nose, but there's nothing to be done about it now.]

Until now, these disparate but dedicated souls have, to my knowledge, proceeded tirelessly - and apart. We should all be better served by combining what we know has helped, and what has already proven itself of little use. To that end, I propose that all those striving for both treatment and cure convene as soon as possible, today if we can. The earlier talk of organizing aid and proper supplies will be invaluable as well. The kitchens ought to be sizable enough to hold a crowd.

I know also that a fair few of you wish to venture forth, or have done so, on temple grounds or out in the wilds, to further the chance at finding aught of use. Those who are well enough to travel could thereby divide into larger and more organized groups for continued investigation.

[This is wearing her out, and it's only talking and putting the words together in proper order.]

I look forward to working together in person.

[[ooc: So! A meeting in the kitchen after lunch - feel free to mingle as well as video chat! Primarily she's thinking they really ought to work together to go deeper into the temple or the forest, or both, because this is only getting worse for most people.]]

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It's good of you to try and organize people even when you're clearly not feeling well, yourself.

[Minfilia does look rough around the edges, but Aerith certainly admires her dedication.]

You're right, we should be working together. I'm a more recent arrival, and I've been lucky enough not to get sick— what do you think we might find further out? [She presses her lips together for a moment, fretful.] I know a lot about plants and gardening, but I can't even begin to tell what's making the plantlife here sick. Assuming it's the same thing effecting the people here, then being able to figure out the source would make it easier to find a remedy for both.

[There's a faint edge to her voice, one of frustration. This is a situation in which her natural-given talents with both plants and healing should be of great help, but the first hasn't done her much good so far, and the second isn't available here at all. She's annoyed by the fact that she feels out of her depth when any other time, she would be the ideal person to step in and help.]

[A frustration Minfilia understands very well. It's impossibly difficult to be rendered helpless by circumstance.

She shakes her head a little, trying to focus on what this young woman says.]

If pressed, I would suggest we might find more solutions within than without. I'm no botanist or alchemist, but those among us who are could set forth something more feasible than my weak conjecture.

[Minfilia rubs her temples a bit, which shifts the video because the watch is on her wrist, but soon enough she looks at the screen again.]

If we somehow brought this back with us from the world we left behind, then there is every chance it will happen again.

[Aerith may not be a certified botanist, but she certainly knows where her strengths lie. She nods in response, tapping her index finger against her chin thoughtfully.]

I could take a closer look at the plantlife here. I may not be able to explain what I find in the most scientific manner, but I might be able to find something to trace back if I can go by feel.

[Which, she's sure, sounds silly, but it makes sense to her.]

I can't hear the earth here the way I normally can, but maybe I'm not listening for the right thing. If this sickness was brought back from another world, then maybe searching for some kind of dissonance is the answer.

Any manner of explanation, however scientific, would better serve us than none at all.

[Even if the explanation is unsound, at least there is the certainty of being wrong about something. Indeed, the one she gave is based in quality, but it's a type of language Minfilia finds very familiar.]

Are you able to record what you find?

Of course.

[She nods to confirm that much.]

I can take notes about whatever I find— you're right, anything we can turn up is better than nothing at all.

[That said:]

In the meantime, you look like you could stand to take it easy. Rest a little, if you can.

I appreciate your concern.

[Not that she will do much about it until she feels her tasks are done, but since the worry is genuine and not without merit, it deserves an equally courteous reply.]

Would you be willing to share your findings, of any sort? Even that which isn't apparently useful now may prove to be of great import should this happen again.

[She nods again— she had figured that part probably went without saying, but it occurs to her that there are plenty of people in the world who aren't half as open as she is.]

I don't know how much sense I'd be able to make of them on my own, anyway. Better to have a few more pairs of eyes on the situation, just in case— I know we're definitely not the only ones worried about what's happening here, but none of us are going to figure it out without some help.

[On that same note:]

Has anyone else offered anything that might be useful yet?

Several others have offered to help with anything and everything they can. We've no shortage of ready hands, but I lack even the beginnings of knowing how or where to direct them.

[Ordinarily she'd not admit this failing to a stranger. But things are ever so slightly desperate on that front; could not some sign point toward where they should start?]

A friend of mine from home claims to have discovered a potion of sorts that can ward away the symptoms. He also says it is vile, almost beyond drinking.

[Aerith wrinkles her nose a little in response.]

Why is it that the most effective medicines always taste the worst?

[And why is this universal?]

Anyway, it's fine if you don't know where to point people— nobody knows, and even the people who've been here longer than the newest of us still have a lot to learn about this place, not to mention how things work here. We'll figure it out, okay?

[Together, or else what's the point of them all being brought into the same 'circle'?]

Perhaps to discourage us from doing anything that might result in another illness.

[She jests, but they could all use a little humor, could they not?

Alas, not knowing where to point people is a feeling Minfilia rarely experiences; if she doesn't have an answer herself, she absolutely knows someone who will, or who will have a general idea of how to find one. It is a strange feeling indeed to have someone reassure her so over the certainty of their success.]

Thank you for such kind sentiments. Most of all I want to avoid this worsening any further, if we can.

[They certainly could, and it has the desired effect— Aerith cracks a smile in response.]

I think you might be right about that.

[Even based on this one conversation, Aerith has decided that she likes Minfilia— she can even see the two of them becoming fast friends, given the opportunity.]

I'd like to avoid that, too. I'll go take another look at some of the plantlife and see if I can find anything, however unscientific it might be. I'll report back as soon as I can. Until then, I hope you'll take care of yourself?

[REST, new friend.]

[Right on queue, Minfilia sneezes and needs a moment to recover her composure. 'Tis too late to pretend it didn't happen. The watch sees everything.]

Rest assured, I intend to do just that the moment I am able.

[She's had years of practice with such lööpholes.]

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