Hiccup Haddock (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
newberktown) wrote2012-12-17 11:37 am
newberktown) wrote2012-12-17 11:37 am
Fourteenth Flight. [text/action for Justice Farm.]
[Hiccup's trip had been pretty successful, all told. He hadn't had to spend the night in any woods, he'd repaid his friend for good deeds of the past, and he'd finally gotten to say a proper goodbye to the Other Father. Not to mention reunite an old pair, even if Ziva didn't necessarily remember her giant, nurturing owl. Needless to say, he's in a pretty good mood as he and Ziva make their way to the train station, and in sharing his good cheer, he purchases a nice, delicious-looking batch of cookies that he promptly forgets about. In fact, it isn't until they head down the street in the direction of Albert's home that he's reminded of it by the growling of his stomach, and Hiccup gets a few cookies in before disaster strikes.
A stomachache.
He arrives at the Justice Farm via Arcanine, Hookfang oddly compliant with his trainer out of sorts. Because now it isn't just any plain old stomachache. The dog is almost convinced that Hiccup is a fire-type himself, with that temperature! The boy is deposited onto the couch, where he curls up before sending out a quick text to the network--he's really not in any condition to filter it to the residents of the house.]
back in saffron hosue
ziva too
[...Oh dear, that's not proper sentence structure at all. And a spelling error? Horrendous. Any replies to that attack on the Pokemon Common Language will be seen to after he's convinced he's not dying. Which, with how he feels, mind end up being a while.]
A stomachache.
He arrives at the Justice Farm via Arcanine, Hookfang oddly compliant with his trainer out of sorts. Because now it isn't just any plain old stomachache. The dog is almost convinced that Hiccup is a fire-type himself, with that temperature! The boy is deposited onto the couch, where he curls up before sending out a quick text to the network--he's really not in any condition to filter it to the residents of the house.]
back in saffron hosue
ziva too
[...Oh dear, that's not proper sentence structure at all. And a spelling error? Horrendous. Any replies to that attack on the Pokemon Common Language will be seen to after he's convinced he's not dying. Which, with how he feels, mind end up being a while.]
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Albert, meanwhile, has no time for sarcasm as he is shifting into DOCTOR MODE.]
Welcome back. Tell me what hurts and how long it's been hurting, if you can, and we'll try to get you fixed up. You pick something up on the road?
[As he checks for — yeah, that sure is a fever, all right.]
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I was fine on the train. But Hookfang carried me here.
[The Arcanine looks up as he's mentioned, tilting his head a bit to the side. SCIENTIST DUDE WITH DOG, what is wrong with this boy? Hiccup wasn't his favorite, but it was still weird. Last time he was this bad, he was sneezing snow all over the place.]
It's hot, my stomach hurts, uhmnn... [gdi, thinking was dumb.] Nauseous or...nauseated... Which one's th'word? Ziva's fine, though...
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[He pauses to reflect.]
I dunno, did one of these things sneeze on you?
[GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT KIND OF POKEMON VIRUSES THERE MIGHT BE, JESUS.]
Hey. Impy. Make yourself useful and go get my bag.
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[There were pretty good though, he thought. Cooked all the way through and everything.]
Do I have horns again? [Reaching up to check and--bag. What was that thought concerning bags in his head? Bags and Albert, Albert and bags...] I got stuff for you.
[YES, THIS IS CLEARLY IMPORTANT.]
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[Even if you take into consideration the assumption that "a couple" might be more like "six dozen", as children and teenagers are sometimes wont to do.]
No horns yet, Rudolph. Settle down, you can tell me all about it later.
[And as Impy comes scurrying back with Albert's bag, a thermometer goes right into his mouth and the stethoscope comes out to get a check of his heart.]
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But-- [Well... Okay. That can wait. Mostly because he's relieved that he won't start spitting fire anytime soon due to a mutation-inducing flu. And also a thermometer.]
What're you doing?
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[He explains, as he takes a couple listens and makes the requisite number of faces as he considers his findings.]
Where's the box? Do you have any allergies, have you eaten those cookies before and been okay?
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After processing the questions, Hiccup half-props himself up and points to the RK9 sports bag set next to Hookfang.]
S'in there with what I got you. I dunno about allergies; never had this kind before. I bought them from a Magcargo.
[#lifedecisions]
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[He will just be continuing his checkup of Hiccup with all the skill and aplomb of someone who actually knows what he's doing,
unlike the person writing for him. Meanwhile, Impy skitters over and digs around in the bag before producing the box of cookies in question, holding it up over his little head for inspection.]It might be that you're having a reaction to one of the ingredients. If it is, that'll sure make you feel like death warmed over for a while, but we can fix it and it'll pass.
[Albert, how simultaneously right and yet wrong you are.]
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[Does that make sense, Albert? Because Hiccup's settling in again without any more of an explanation on that.
...Man, getting a check-up is oddly exhausting.]
So how do we fix it?
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He turns the box over, looking for a list of ingredients and presumably finding none because hey, hand-baked, there's no such thing as mass packaging. Or the FDA, for that matter.]
Hang on. Was this box sealed when you picked it up? Or are you telling me you bought food from a stranger with a top that anybody could open as many times as they wanted before you got your hands on it?
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The...second one, I guess.
[This is Pokemon Land, where women with pink hair fix up you and your magical creatures for free. Cheap cookies being sold by a fire slug for the holiday season seemed very innocent--shoddy packaging or not.]
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Fortunately, poison happens to be one of the things Albert has put a fair amount of examination into by now, so once he breaks open one of the remaining cookies to check for any visible foreign substances and gives it a quick smell, he frowns and then whistles for Gandhina.]
Might not've been one of the brightest of ideas. Where's Ziva? She was with you, right? I'm gonna need to talk to her.
[And presumably get to the bottom of this when he does.]
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How fortuitous.
And now she feels kind of silly because she should have just waited. Or not let Hiccup eat those cookies in the first place, though to be fair her back was kind of turned when he did. Either way.]
Albert.
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She's, uh... Uhmn... [Where had she said she was going again...?
Luckily for him, he doesn't need to wrack his brain any more than that because, like magic, there she was. Truly a Christmas miracle. Hiccup gives her a smile as she returns, because LOOK, I FOUND YOU
except not reallyAND I'M NOT DEAD.also da fuq, when did you two meet, WAT.]
Hi, Ziva. Uhmn, he says he wants to talk to you.
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Good to see you. You hang tight, kid, we'll get you fixed up.
[Snagging the box, he motions for Ziva to join him a short distance away from the couch.]
What can you tell me about what happened to him?
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He ate some of those cookies when we arrived in Saffron, though I did not see where he obtained them.
[So for all she knew, they were a Christmas gift--if she knew he'd bought them off of some random stranger she would've intervened.]
They seem to be poisoned. I exposed myself to a small amount to rule out an allergic reaction.
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[It pains him to have to say "giant fire slug" aloud, but you know, some things are more important than his hatred of Johto. And he nods in response to her professional opinion, scowling down at the halves of the cookie still in his hand.]
Meanwhile, let's get the kid fixed up and you looked at, too. If it's poison originating in one of the thirtysome poisonous types of animal in this universe, I've got something in the back that ought to be able to neutralize it — what makes this stuff nasty is the way in which it lingers. We get a lid on it now, it'll keep him from getting any worse and he can ride out the stomachache with a Tylenol and bed rest. [A pause.] And if it's not, then we've got a bigger problem.
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I remember seeing the giant fire slug. I was surprised that it could wear a hat without it catching on fire. However, it seemed to be unaccompanied.
[Yeah, it is all ridiculousness. What are these words coming out of her mouth, ugh.]
I am alright, I did not actually consume any of it--just tested it on my tongue. I suppose if your treatment works, we will know what it is, yes?
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[By now, Gandhina has come trotting in as summoned, and is once again attempting to sit near Albert's feet and wag her tail at the same time, which resorts in a fair amount of squirming and butt-shuffling on her part. He gives the cookies another glance, apparently debating, and then shakes his head.]
I still want a look, as a precaution; this stuff can work on contact, even if you don't ingest or inhale it. And the last thing we need is somebody competent out of commission. Keep an eye on the kid, and I'll go see what I've got in the back.
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[Aww, puppy. Ziva nods--you called her competent that's the nicest thing anyone's said to her all day.]
Alright.
[There's a time for lots of words, it isn't now. She'll bring up what they should do after Hiccup gets medical treatment.]
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And what he's got is far from a perfect remedy; certainly nothing up to the level of a berry's ability to cure a Pokemon's poisoning. But the science ought to be the same (or close enough to suffice), and so he pulls down a very small jar of powder and returns to the couch, snagging a spoon from one of the kitchen drawers and a clean coffee mug of water as he does so.]
Let's give this a shot. You first, and then we'll work on trying to get him to sit up and drink the rest.
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I am sure he will appreciate it more than the activated charcoal I suggested.
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He measures out some of the powder into the spoon and stirs it into the mug, the metal clinking against the ceramic until he's convinced it's been thoroughly dissolved.]
That's the backup if this doesn't take. Try a couple sips. If there's residue still on your tongue, you'll know it if it works — there'll be an abrupt improvement and a cool sensation that wears off fast, and then a dull lingering heat for about the next half-hour.
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Ziva takes the mug and sips at it as directed--not her usual tea but, well, tea doesn't exactly cure poison. The lingering remnants of the numbness in her tongue fades and her headache starts to lessen by the second or third small sip. The results are probably fairly obvious from the surprise on her face. Medicine has never worked this fast before.]
...well, that certainly worked.
[She returns the cup to Albert. Seems it was indeed the cookies, and a poison from a Pokemon.]
If these are being distributed at-large, we should announce it. Not everyone is going to have an antidote at hand.
[Bless you for being so prepared with your Science, Albert.]
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