hsv. Fort Lennox. Sick

[dens_extra_pups]

Monique Epps: *quiet sound as Legacy moves restlessly in her bed* Shhh, baby. You're worrying Missy.

Missy: *issa quiet whine*

Legacy: *a bit breathless and only a little awake, mumbles something incoherent*

Monique: Nobody's eating Mason. Especially not after he ate that egg you brought home. *gently smooths Legacy's hair* And nobody's kicking Missy out of class. The judge ruled in your favour.

Legacy: *turns her head a bit* *more mumbling*

Monique: No, Lucky Charms ain't dead. His race is tomorrow.

Legacy: *quiet sound that has Missy whimpering*

Monique: *looks over her shoulder as the door opens and then perks* Good idea, Panacea. That might help her calm down.

hPanacea: *comes walking in with a snuggly and sleeping blue sparklet in her arms*

Ceres: *issa big sleep*

hPanacea: I didn't realize his vox had an off mode. *stops by Monique and the bed and looks down at the bitty in her arms*

Monique: *also looks at the baby bot, a soft smile on her face*

Doc: *stretches up to offer kisses to the doggeh with her chin on the bed* *soft chirp*

Missy: *oh, kissies? Slarp!*

Doc: *delighted sound as he flirts his crest*

Ceres: *sleeeeeepin' babby, is*

Monique: *takes Ceres and kisses him gently on the forehead, then turns to tuck him in next to Legacy* Shhhhh. That's right, it's snuggle time.

Ceres: *quiet little sound, snuggles*

Legacy: *breathless little sigh as she registers the warmth of the being snuggling against her*

Monique: That's right. *smooths Legacy's hair again, her full mouth still curved in the smile*

Doc: *squiggles up onto the foot of the bed and lays there on his tummy with his chin on the quilt*

Missy: *sits pretty with her butt on the floor and her chin on the quilt*

hPanacea: Her stress levels are dropping. But the stress hormones have already done their damage. Her immune system's ready for a padded room.

Monique: *0.o at that phraseology*

hPanacea: *very gently runs her fingers through Legacy's hair, and then shows Monique the strands that have come out*

Monique: *scowls with concern*

Legacy: *quiet sigh*

hPanacea: *studies the hair* If your daughters hadn't held her down the other day and frosted this, a lot of it'd be white.

Monique: *scowl becomes a frown*

hPanacea: She's got asthma on top of those scars in her lungs, her bladder's trying to self destruct, her intestines would rather digest themselves than her food, she's got Chronic Fatigue, and a *beep* load of other scrap related to PTSD.

Kriti: *quietly* Panacea, language.

hPanacea: *uncomplimentary*

Monique: Can it, kid.

hPanacea: *grumbles an apology*

Doc: *chirps to the boss without moving*

Kriti: *quiet chirp to Doc* *to hPanacea and Monique* I'm here now. I can keep watch.

hPanacea: She's in no shape to be going anywhere tomorrow.

Monique: I'll call her school.

Kriti: Tomorrow will be interesting. She's stubborn.

Xi zhao: *from the doorway, where he's standing behind Miles and gaping with dismay. Quietly* She's really sick...

Missy: *looks over, tail wag*

Kriti: *looks over her shoulder* We'll do everything we can to help her.

Miles: *quietly* How bad is it?

hPanacea: *mach ten stink eye for the intruder*

Xi zhao: *about face and GONE!*

Kriti: *soft sigh*

Miles: *frown* Dude, what is your problem? He came to apologize to Legacy.

hPanacea: *crisply* Last I looked I was the doctor and you were the jackass that eats chili and makes life miserable for everyone around you. Now who do you think should be diagnosing her condition and prescribing her treatment?

Monique: *winces with sympathy*

Ceres: *yawwwwn, streeeeetch, snuggles the warm soft peep some more*

Kriti: *more sigh* Right now, we need to focus on helping Legacy. You two can argue later.

hPanacea: *turns the stink eye to Kriti, but then remembers the blue femme's counsellor training and softens* *to Miles, as she turns back to her patient* Legacy's in no shape for visitors right now.

Miles: *more frown, small nod* I'll go make sure Xi zhao doesn't run into your dad, then.

hPanacea: He's busy hurling his energon into a barrel.

Miles: ... Did you feed him a bug, too? *yes, he heard about you feeding spiders to Hot Rod and Springer*

hPanacea: No, Cragbuster fed one to himself. *adjusts the dosage on her needle-free injector, and then applies it carefully to Legacy's arm*

Miles: ... *snerks and shakes his head, then goes to find Legacy's classmate*


downstairs


Xi zhao: *pacing as he earnestly speaks into his phone* Look, I saw her. She's really sick. There's no way she can write that test tomorrow. I know what I saw, sir. I've been through a year of medical school. And her doctor isn't allowing her visitors.

Miles: *coming from the elevator* Hey, Xi zhao, you okay?

Xi zhao: *hangs up the phone and turns toward him* *seriously* I am. But your sister's not. Did I cause that?

Miles: *a bit surprised by the seriousness Xi zhao is showing* Er, probably not... She's been really worked up about finals, and the whole mess with that crazy lady who tried to keep her from having her service dog in class.

Xi zhao: *quiet confession* I was pretending I wanted to eat Mason.

Miles: *snerk* You're not the first one to make that joke.

Xi zhao: But she knows I'm from China, and I've actually eaten dog. *quietly sad with guilt and worry*

Miles: Did she tell you not to say stuff like that around her?

Xi zhao: She ignored me till I offered her a rolled up newspaper.

Miles: And then what happened?

Xi zhao: *slight crease appears on his forehead* She said she wasn't going to hit her dog, but I explained that the newspaper was for me. *looks down* I only wanted to make her laugh.

Miles: Next time, give her a Grumpy Cat meme.

Xi zhao: *looks up puzzledly*

Miles: *phone out, memes located*

Xi zhao: *looks at the pictures. But jokes that would have normally made him cackle like a loon only cause his sad expression to lengthen* She likes this like you like Supergirl?

Miles: These're the sort of things that she laughs at.

Xi zhao: *nods* *quietly* Does her boyfriend know she's sick?

Miles: Boyfriend?

Xi zhao: *blinks at him* ...Yes.

Miles: ... *blink. Blink* Oh! Naw, that was just a friend of ours who offered to take Legacy to prom because nobody had asked her.

Xi zhao: ...

Shareeka: *from the kitchen* Legacy's boyfriend's from Ireland.

Miles: ... When'd she get a boyfriend?

Shareeka: They've been goin' out for two years already.

Miles: ... 'N how old's this guy?

Shareeka: Two years older than her. *swishes hand around in dishwater*

Miles: ...

Shareeka: And that's why we've never told you.

Miles: Not cool, Shareeka. Totally not cool.

Shareeka: And you freakin' out is?

Xi zhao: *quiet and embarrassed* I should go. Thanks for inviting me, Miles.

Miles: *blink, looks to Xi zhao* We were going to try and play 'Gang Beasts' though...

Xi zhao: Maybe I should wait outside. *indicates Miles and Shareeka with one hand* This is private family stuff.

Shareeka: *points to the couch* Sit down 'n shut up.

Xi zhao: 0_0;

Miles: *meep*

Xi zhao: *couch of silence!*

Shareeka: *scowls at Miles*

Miles: *scoots to the couch*

Shareeka: *facepalm* Miles, you get back here and finish our discussion.

Mason: *looks in. Sees Dad in trouble again. Lifts one brow and then the other, and then trots off followed by his older pups*

pups: *tumbling all over each other as they follow!*

Miles: *meeps again and moves back to where Shareeka is*

Shareeka: Nobody told you because Leggy didn' want you freakin'. *scowl*

Harley: *sneaks through the open patio door with a newborn pup in her mouth. Sneak sneak to the elevator door and then stands to paw at the button*

Xi zhao: o.0

Miles: Dude, I'm not high strung like Sam is...

Shareeka: We're not talkin' about Sam. We're talkin' about you. *frowns and goes to the kitchen door to look toward the elevator as she hears the door open and close*

Miles: ... Shareeka?

Shareeka: *frowning* Somebody just went upstairs.

Miles: ... *moves to check, worried now*

Harley: *looks toward the door as Miles comes back to Legacy's room. Is trying to convince Kriti lady to give the little soft baby to Legacy, but Kriti lady has taken the baby and is just talking to her!* *soft whine*

Miles: Aww. *moves to give Harley scritches*

Monique: Is she trying to move her pups up here?

Kriti: I think she wants this little puppy up with Legacy...

Miles: *looks* She's always giving that one to Legacy.

Harley: *decides that's enough scritches. Nudges Dad away and then goes to Kriti lady and tries to take the little soft baby back so that she can give him to Legacy*

Missy: *tail is making that soft thump-thump against the floor*

Kriti: *reassuring sounds, will move to gently tuck the pup in with Legacy*

Harley: *much wag! Might give Miles a few welts by accident. Is so happy that the little soft baby is where he's supposed to be*

little puppy: *soft squeak as he cuddles against the smell he likes*

Ceres: *quiet squeak in reply without waking*

Doc: *soft and questioning chirrup*

Legacy: *soft sound*

hPanacea: Shhh. Your baby's here. *gently touches Legacy's shoulder, but then startles slightly and scowls as Mile's phone goes off* The *bleep*?

Miles: *startles and fumbles for his phone*

Monique: *stern frown at Miles*

Doc: *crest up just a bit in surprise at that funny sound*

Miles: *sheepishly ducks out of the room*

phone: *shows the number for the office at Legacy's high school*

Miles: *frowns and answers* Hello?

man: //Miles?// *it's Tom Jordan, the principal of Legacy's school*

Miles: Hi, Mr. Jordan. Can I help you with something?

Mr. Jordan: //We just got a call from another student letting us know that Legacy is too sick to write her English final tomorrow. Is he telling the truth?//

Miles: He is. Legacy's not up to anything right now, and I think her doctor's gonna put her on enforced bed rest.

Mr. Jordan: //Do you know when she'll be able to write?//

Raoul: *sticks a packaged beef sammich from a first strike ration in Mile's face*

Miles: *somehow manages not to awk at the sudden nom in his face* Sorry, Mr. Jordan. I don't know yet.

Mr. Jordan: //Alright. I'll postpone the exam for now. Please keep me updated?//

Raoul: *has the mocha bar and is smirking over getting the favourite piece of the FSR*

Miles: Will do. Thanks for calling. *rude hand gesture to Raoul*

Mr. Jordan: *says goodbye and hangs up*

Raoul: Nobody's gettin' this till exam time. *more smirk as he turns away* I remembered you had dibs on the cake.

Miles: There's still cake? *happy doofus now*

Raoul: *snorts* I just opened the bag. Nobody's had anything.

Miles: *much grin*

Raoul: *glances toward the bedroom door that they're standing by* *quietly* She's bad?

Miles: *grin gone* *quietly* Yeah...

Raoul: *scowls* Ratchet seen 'er?

Miles: Panacea's got her holoform in there.

Raoul: *tersely* What'd she say?

Harley: *comes out as one of the ladies opens the door. Nose bumps both guys in the hall, and then goes and lets herself into the elevator*

Raoul: *absent pat for the dog without looking at her*

Miles: Just that Legacy's not up to visitors, 'n that she won't be going anywhere tomorrow.

Raoul: *scowls and turns away, his hand twitching toward his phone*

Miles: At least she won't have to take the English exam tomorrow...

Raoul: She'd tell you for sayin' that. *sighs and turns back* You find somebody to play the forth part?

Miles: Thought I did... *will head for the elevator to check on Xi zhao*

Raoul: *follows, the bag of food swinging against his leg with a soft and absent whap*

Miles: *absent musing expression on his face as he waits for the elevator to come back*

Raoul: *amused snort as the door opens and he looks down at the lone black pup from the last litter* Hey, Molly. Whaddya want?

Molly: *looks up at him and wags, then turns her attention to Miles. You is not at game place, Boss.*

Miles: *blinks and stoops to pick Molly up* Hey, girl.

Molly: *cuddles and wags, one little forefoot pawing at him appealingly*

Raoul: *steps into the elevator* You're so weird it wears off on your dogs.

Miles: :P Says you. *cuddles Molly for a few moments as he steps into the elevator* Think we could find someone to help with Legacy's exam?

Raoul: Was workin' on that. *looks at the phone as someone picks up, then turns his face to the corner of the elevator and starts talking in a low voice*

Molly: *attention on the door as she waits for it to open. Little tail is still going*

Miles: *curious about who Raoul is talking to, but will turn his attention, looking for Xi zhao as the elevator door opens*

Xi zhao: *sitting in the living room with a Magnus on his lap*

Miles: Awww. He likes you, Xi zhao. *grin*

Xi zhao: *looks up from gently rubbing the ears of the baby dog* How is Legacy?

Miles: She's resting.

Xi zhao: *quiet sigh, and then a glance down as Magnus echoes it* How many puppies do you have?

Miles: There's Magnus, who's on your lap. Molly, *indicates the pup in his arms* who'll be watching us play. Marten, who is going to the guy who took Legacy to Prom. And Mildred, who follows Dixie around. *more grin* And Harley's newest litter has seven puppies.

Xi zhao: Do the new puppies come from the same parents?

Molly: *little kiss. We game now, Boss?*

Miles: Yeah. Harley and Mason. *gentle loving squish for Molly*

Xi zhao: *worry makes his face go grave* Having families so close together will be hard on the mother dog.

Miles: We took Mason to the vet last week.

Xi zhao: What does that mean?

Miles: No more puppies

Xi zhao: *eyes widen* He's dead?

Miles: What? No. He's alive. He just can't knock any girls up anymore.

Xi zhao: *relief* Oh. I understand.

Molly: *the whimpering has started...*

Beau: *knocking on the door*

Raoul: *wanders that way* What day's the exam been moved to?

Miles: ...I have no idea. Mr. Jordan didn't say.

Raoul: *says this to the phone, and then says yeah and bye. Shuts off phone and opens the door* We're coming, you dork.

Beau: Ah got moah MREs. *grin*

Raoul: *dots at him* We got the big one for tonight. Put those away.

Beau: Oh. Alrahght.

Raoul: *looks over his shoulder as Molly's whimpers become soft whining and complaining that will soon be yapping* You guys comin'?

Miles: Yeah. *moves to offer a hand to Xi zhao* C'mon. You can bring Magnus with you. He'll just sleep on your lap the entire time.

Magnus: *doesn't even wake up or move as he's shifted over to the crook of an arm like a baby*

Xi zhao: *notices this and worries a bit* Is he alright?

Miles: He's fine. The vet said he's healthy and has no neurological disorders, so we've kinda come to the conclusion that he just likes to sleep.

Raoul: On anybody that don't get away fast enough. *still holding open the door, and watching out for bugs*

Miles: *herds Xi zhao toward the door* He's a lazy dog.

Raoul: Just like his owner.

Miles: *gonna try and bootshop your rear, Raoul*

Raoul: *slaps the hand. Shoves both guys out. And then shuts the door and starts singing about Miles snuggling with Mikky as he runs toward Beau's house*

Miles: *giving Molly a ride as he chases Raoul*

Beau: ... Ah promise, th's 's normal f'r th'se two.

Xi zhao: *laughing* It's normal for all guys our age.

Beau: *shrug* Th'y seem t' excel 't 't.

Raoul: *quick pause as he passes Beau, and a kiss on the cheek before he's gone again!*

Beau: Case 'n point.

Xi zhao: *pauses in his walking to dot* ...What did he do that for?

Beau: 'Cause 'e c'ld. 'N cause 'e's famileh.

Raoul: *just repeated the manoeuvre on Miles! Now darts through Beau's open front door*

Miles: *gonna chase after Raoul!*

Beau: ... *headshake, sigh*

Xi zhao: *thinks about it for a moment, and then laughs and chases the two into the house*

Beau: Bunch'a whack-a-doodles. *follows the rest of the guys into the house and closes the door behind him*


meanwhile


Carl: *tiny blind puppy has his bitty nose tucked into Legacy's armpit, and is sleeping hard now after having just growled at Kriti for trying to move him*

Kriti: *so amused at the bitty growl the puppy did*

Monique: *soft laugh* He's only a couple days old, but Legacy saved his life, 'n he's not happy away from her.

Ceres: *ragdoll sparklet is sleeping hard* *kind of laying over Little Aunty's feets at the moment*

Doc: *has his nose on Babby's hand and is quietly watching that little thing that growled at his boss, but his crest is laying down again*

Kriti: *quietly* So she'll have two service dogs. *amused* Carl won't let her out of his sight, more than likely.

Monique: If he ever gets ta see. He was dead for over a minute.

Kriti: I don't think that will stop him.

Monique: Not much stops mastiffs.

Kriti: *curiously* Is that a common trait of the breed?

Monique: *soft laughter* Don't you know how ta google, girl?

Kriti: I've found it to be very sporadic in reliability.

Monique: *chuckles again and names a site*

Kriti: *quiet as she checks the site*

Missy: *soft sound to which baby Carl replies, and then walks over to have a big drink of water*

Legacy: *quiet little sigh, is finally sleeping*

Kriti: *softly* Huh. *attention on Legacy, small smile* She's asleep.

Monique: Sure she is. She's got her babies 'n one extra.

Missy: *goes to the balcony to pee in her pee place there, then looks down through the railing for a moment*

Kriti: *attention on Missy, moves to see what caught the dog's attention*

Monique: She's just havin' a break. Don't worry about her.

Kriti: I've never seen her leave Legacy...

Monique: *slight grin as she makes like she's going to touch Legacy*

Carl: *hears and smells her and gives a little yap of warning, followed by another tiny growl*

Missy: *comes and looks through the door. Sees what Monique's doing and makes noises to the little puppy before going back to watching Uncle Fig sit in his inflatable pool over there*

Carl: *settles back to sleep*

Kriti: *soft snerk* *sees your point, Monique*

Monique: Little guy'll need some extra work ta make 'im friendly when he's older, but he knows 'is job. *opens up a holo screen* Snakes 'n Ladders?

Kriti: Sure. *will move to sit down so she can play*

Monique: *settles down to play and watch over Legacy*

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