[ Wow hey now, Rhys isn't...that bad. Right? I mean yeah he's pretty bad but Jack's on a whole other level there by himself. If she were to compare them he would be pretty darn upset.
...As is is, when the voice call opens up the first thing Rhys doesn't do is greet her with his usual ease and pep (as much as Rhys ever gets, but it helps that he thinks she's an AI. It endears him to her ). What he does do though is...cough. Wheezily and miserably, twice, before he manages an exhausted, ]
Heyyy Angel. [ Does he sound a little off? Most likely. ]
[Let's give him the benefit of the doubt here and assume he is using this line for it's intended purpose, that can only mean bad things and the way Rhys sounds is confirmation that something at least isn't right.]
Ihh...yeah, yeah, that's...could you? [ Rhys sounds distracted as he speaks, and for good reason. On his end he's staring up at what should be his very immaculate, blank white hospital room ceiling and seeing nothing but poster after poster of a certain...someone. That he really has no business thinking about, but it's all over the room and he really needs to find out who the hell thought this was funny and get them fired. ]
[Woops, that was meant to be thought inside not outside, but she's pretty off caught off guard by his request? It's not at all what she was expecting.]
The one who redecorated my room. [ He puts emphasis on that last word but he still sounds exhausted when he says it, scowling at the roof like somehow that will cause it to divulge the culprit's true identity. ]
They hung up--posters? When I was asleep... [ And he is so unhappy about it?? He's surrounded by some sicko's Jack paraphernalia collection like who even publishes this stuff?? ]
Even the walls are covered in them. I don't know how.
It's all....Jack. [ Rhys groans in misery, bringing one hand up to cover his face. It feels hot and clammy--he must be running hot again. But he'd like to think it's because Jack frustrates him so much. ]
[Okay. Ooooookay. Did Jack even have posters of his face-- stupid question. Angel thinks she remembers him having some up made up for the intake facility, both inspirational and threatening in nature, but it's not like they were distributed easily. So either some lackey has gotten excessively creative...or Rhys had entered the reported hallucination stage of the illness.]
That...the good-looking one. He calls himself. Good-looking, ohhh I told myself I'd never say that, why me.
[ Rhys bemoans his slip-up like somehow, somewhere, cosmically Jack will know Rhys called him attractive and lord it over him the next time he sees the man. And knowing his luck it;ll be like next Tuesday and not the "never" he'd prefer. ]
He's...he works for me. The Company. But he isn't this buff, I don't understand.
[Gross. Thankfully Rhys can't see the face she's making. And thankful for him, while Angel has done some less savory things, she's not needlessly cruel, this embarrassing moment is safe between the two of them/ Also she really doesn't want to relay this kind of info to Jack.]
Rhys....how has your temperature been? One of the reported symptoms of this illness is vivid hallucinating, this could be just that.
[ They would both die of personal and secondhand embarrassment, and if Rhys remembers this later he will be forever grateful that Angel doesn't bring it up. Instant brownie points for her there.
But answering her question takes a bit of focusing that he doesn't have many resources for, because one of his posters is currently talking to him about his exploits on a "Pandora" or whatever that is. It's very distracting. ]
I...yyyeah...it's--good. I'm good. [ "Hey! You listening to me there kiddo?? I'm spewing out nuggets of wisdom here!" ]
[ Whatever could give her that idea?? He's totally fine here, what are you talking about. There's no cause for alarm at all, other than Jack's melting out of the ceiling posters into goopy, horrifically smug puddles on the floor. And make Rhys makes a mortified, awful little sound when one seems to splat itself into the bed near his feet. ]
N--haaaahaha, okay! Nope, thiiiis isn't real. Nope nope mmnope, not happening. Ohhh this is not happening. [ Rhys brings his hands up over his face and drags them down. ]
[Angel had been resting when Rhys hailed her, but she brings her monitors to life now, quickly searching up the fastest and least suspicious way to get Rhys some aid. She can't actually contact the nurses, well she could but again, massively suspicious! It's not like she's actually a company AI. and Rhys can't know the extent of her reach, even in his delirium.
There is one person on her list that could make this work...it's probably the last thing Rhys wants, so Angel will conveniently omit any information that it's her sending him.
She brings up the contact information for Tim as she gets back to Rhys. ]
[ Rhys asks for nurses and Angel sends the one person he's currently hallucinating in goopy puddles all over his hospital room, that's...that's awesome. Thanks Angel. Best friend, 10/10 would totally call in a fever-induced crisis again.
he's going to be so disappointed with her later once he's done trying not to cringe away from the puddle of Jack!face on the bed next to him. ]
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:12 am (UTC)...As is is, when the voice call opens up the first thing Rhys doesn't do is greet her with his usual ease and pep (as much as Rhys ever gets, but it helps that he thinks she's an AI. It endears him to her ). What he does do though is...cough. Wheezily and miserably, twice, before he manages an exhausted, ]
Heyyy Angel. [ Does he sound a little off? Most likely. ]
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:21 am (UTC)Is everything okay? You don't sound great...
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:29 am (UTC)I'm-- [ again he's disrupted by coughing. ] --sick.
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:36 am (UTC)[That's said with more sympathy than sarcasm.]
Is there anything that I can do?
[There probably isn't, at least not directly, but it's polite to ask and Angel knows her manners.]
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:40 am (UTC)I need to be...fired--fire. Fire someone, I mean.
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:47 am (UTC)[Woops, that was meant to be thought inside not outside, but she's pretty off caught off guard by his request? It's not at all what she was expecting.]
Who would you like terminated?
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-29 08:54 am (UTC)What do you mean?
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Date: 2017-01-29 09:14 am (UTC)Even the walls are covered in them. I don't know how.
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Date: 2017-01-29 09:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-29 09:46 am (UTC)Jack's face.
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Date: 2017-01-29 09:58 am (UTC)Jack?
[Okay. Ooooookay. Did Jack even have posters of his face-- stupid question. Angel thinks she remembers him having some up made up for the intake facility, both inspirational and threatening in nature, but it's not like they were distributed easily. So either some lackey has gotten excessively creative...or Rhys had entered the reported hallucination stage of the illness.]
[Oh wait. Just for good measure...]
Jack who?
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Date: 2017-01-29 10:18 am (UTC)[ Rhys bemoans his slip-up like somehow, somewhere, cosmically Jack will know Rhys called him attractive and lord it over him the next time he sees the man. And knowing his luck it;ll be like next Tuesday and not the "never" he'd prefer. ]
He's...he works for me. The Company. But he isn't this buff, I don't understand.
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Date: 2017-01-29 10:26 am (UTC)Rhys....how has your temperature been?
One of the reported symptoms of this illness is vivid hallucinating, this could be just that.
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Date: 2017-01-29 10:33 am (UTC)But answering her question takes a bit of focusing that he doesn't have many resources for, because one of his posters is currently talking to him about his exploits on a "Pandora" or whatever that is. It's very distracting. ]
I...yyyeah...it's--good. I'm good. [ "Hey! You listening to me there kiddo?? I'm spewing out nuggets of wisdom here!" ]
Deeeeeefinitely alright.
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Date: 2017-01-29 08:40 pm (UTC)[It actually sounds like he's getting worse in real time]
Rhys? Stay with me.
Is there anyone I can contact to come keep you company?
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Date: 2017-01-30 05:15 am (UTC)N--haaaahaha, okay! Nope, thiiiis isn't real. Nope nope mmnope, not happening. Ohhh this is not happening. [ Rhys brings his hands up over his face and drags them down. ]
Page--can you page? Someone?? The nurses?
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Date: 2017-01-30 06:58 am (UTC)[Angel had been resting when Rhys hailed her, but she brings her monitors to life now, quickly searching up the fastest and least suspicious way to get Rhys some aid. She can't actually contact the nurses, well she could but again, massively suspicious! It's not like she's actually a company AI. and Rhys can't know the extent of her reach, even in his delirium.
There is one person on her list that could make this work...it's probably the last thing Rhys wants, so Angel will conveniently omit any information that it's her sending him.
She brings up the contact information for Tim as she gets back to Rhys. ]
Okay, I've sent for help.
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Date: 2017-01-30 01:46 pm (UTC)he's going to be so disappointed with her later once he's done trying not to cringe away from the puddle of Jack!face on the bed next to him. ]
Ohthankgods.
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Date: 2017-01-30 04:47 pm (UTC)