An attempt to thwart Lykaia’s Malady(Teagan)
Date: 2026-01-10 19:44
(An attempt to thwart Lykaia’s Malady(Teagan):Teagan)
[Sat Jan 10 2026]
In Consultation Room/span/span>The consultation room presents itself as a compact, clinical space with white
walls and a single window overlooking the busy downtown streets below. A
padded examination table covered in crisp paper occupies the center of the
room, accompanied by a rolling stool and a visitor’s chair upholstered in
institutional blue vinyl. Medical equipment lines the walls – a blood
pressure monitor mounted at eye level, a stainless steel sink with foot
pedals, and glass-fronted cabinets containing neatly arranged supplies. The
fluorescent lighting overhead casts a stark, shadowless illumination across
the vinyl floor tiles, their surface showing the faint scuff marks of
countless footsteps. A small desk built into the corner holds a computer
terminal, its screen dark when not in use, while anatomical charts and health
advisories paper the remaining wall space. The air carries the persistent
scent of disinfectant, and through the closed door comes the muffled sound of
hospital activity – the distant ping of elevators, the soft squeak of gurney
wheels, and the occasional coded announcement over the intercom system./span/span>It is about 50F(10C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At High and Sycamore/span/span>“This is Jardin,” Teagan says as they enter the examination room, nodding to a man that is… very clearly not of Earth. He in fact looks like one might expect a woodland elf. Tall, lean, dark brown skin, green (entirely green, no pupils visible) eyes, and hair that might as well be ferns gathered up into… a manbun. Other than his physicality being otherworldly, he’s dressed very mundane. Manbun, slacks, a long woolen coat. He’s standing by a table, reading over some patient files that were purloined from…. well, let’s not ask questions.
“Hello.” Jardin’s voice is deep, rumbling, slow. He doesn’t look up. “Have you found me any patients yet?”
“No,” Teagan says with a sigh, “I was getting us some assistance first.” She turns to the others, grimacing. “So… basically, our task is… the people affected have likely been brought here. Or some of them. So we’re looking for supers who aren’t… right. Uhm- do we know symptoms outside of like, power loss?” The elfin man looks up: “Standard plague.” Standard. Sure. “Flu like symptoms that progress rapidly. You should be safe, it seems it can only be contracted within the borough.”
Those words ‘should be’ do earn the appropriate grimace from Teagan, but she does turn back to the others, glancing over them. “We can divide and conquer? Emergency room, clinic… Mercy, you could go outside and look for people coming in, so you’re inside less?”
Dovie gives a polite nod to Jardin despite her own unusually disheveled appearance. She turns her attention towards Teagan, listening closely. “Mmmm… I don’t suppose we have some extra PPE?” she muses. “Or maybe we go in pairs? I’ll defer to you, Monarch.”
Chance studies Jardin, nodding to the information provided, “So we’re looking for fevers, sweating, coughing, shortness of breath, sniffles, nausea.. that sort of thing.. in combination with general weakness and power loss?” He glances from one to the other, nodding to Teagan in agreement with a divide an conquer approach. “What are we doing once we locate them? I’m pretty sure they’re not going to allow us to just start shuffling people around. Can we bring Jardin to them?”
While Jardin’s appearance was indeed strange, the disdain and suspicion Mercy eyes him with seems more due to his profession than anything else; she watches him like he might leap at her with a scalpel or other sharp instrument at any moment. Listening to him and Teagan however, she absorbs all the necessary information and shoots a glance back out through the door. “Could, may even be able to smell the sickness or vulnerability on sick people out there ahead of time, if it’s strong enough.”
“PPE is a good idea,” Teagan admits, sotto-voice. She glances to Dovie with a look both grateful and… perhaps mildly uncertain. “I did see some around here, I think.” She sets aside her staff briefly as she starts going through a few cabinets and drawers before surfacing with a box of masks and there are, of course, the glove dispensers on the wall. “If we can maybe get people into one area or something, we can get Jardin to them.”
“That is possible,” Jardin speaks up hearing Mercy’s suggestion. “I can’t say what it would smell like, but if you find someone you are certain has the condition… perhaps you can use them to guide you to others.” He looks to Teagan with a tilt of his head, “I can wait here until summoned.”
Teagan waves a hand absently to him, clearly mildly flustered. It’s a lot to think about! “Yes, that works. Uhm. Pairs, yes, that sounds like a good idea. I’m sure Mercy would prefer to be outside the hospital, parking lot, intake, whatever. Either of you-” she looks to Dovie and Chance, “have a preference?” A glance, then, to her phone and her features both brighten and relax. “Oh! Obie is on his way to help also.”
Dovie holds up her hand, “I wouldn’t mind being outside with Mercy if she doesn’t mind. I’ve had enough of being cooped up for one day. And that’s great news. The more hands we have to search, the better!”
Chance glances over toward Dovie and seems fine with whatever, nodding his head in agreement when she volunteers for outside, “That’s cool. I’m fine with being inside or out. Whatever’s needed. So.. this’ll work.”
Obadiah is fashionably late but when Teagan and Dovie make a call the Mercer shows up. “Heya folks!” He greets moving to hold up a wall, because walls need support.
Mercy clicks her tongue audibly at Obadiah’s arrival, eyes peering through the collective group. “Shit we like the whole-ass Scooby gang now.”
Especially considering that both Teagan and Dovie look a little worse for wear after their earlier mistventures. “Okay. That’s Dovie and Mercy looking for people outside. Chance and I will check the patient rooms-” she glances to Obadiah as he claims a wall, eyebrow lifting. “Got a preference on helping round poor plague victims up or you want to keep the doc-” Jardin, the elf (dark brown skin, fern-like hair, entirely green eyes… in slacks, a wool coat, and said leafy hair in a manbun) who stands nearby looking through some stolen patient files.
“…Actually,” Teagan says to Mercy’s comment, “yeah, kinda. I’d prefer if this was Old Man Jenkins haunting some farm though.”
Dovie waves to Obadiah and then steps closer to Mercy. “Dream team!” She says, bright enough to possibly be a little irritating. She winks at Mercy and taps upon her own nose. “Time to get the snozz report,” she says, sniffing the air.
Mercy snorts a laugh at Teagan’s comment. “All we gotta do is find some spook or monster an’ tear his mask off, ta da.” Then flicks another glance to Obadiah thoughtfully. “Maybe he ought to be the muscle in case we get some rowdy plague-bearers who ain’ wanna follow proper quarantine procedure.”
“Heya, Obie,” Chance says as he lifts his hand in a little salute of greeting to the Mercer. He chuckles at Mercy’s comment. Then he says, “I’ve got the feeling this won’t be as easy as just pulling a mask off some old cranky white guy.” He unbuttons his coat and grabs one of the masks, setting it on his face, and then grabs a pair of gloves.
“Who is Velma?” Obadiah says looking around and then nods, “I’ll be the muscle, I guess, Mercy is probably stronger than me but I am sure we can figure it out.” He falls in then after greeting Chance, “You are clearly Fred. Fairchilds can pull off the Ascot. I am clearly Shaggy because… Well.”
Dovie decides to cautiously put a mask on despite having volunteered for snozz patrol.
Mercy answers Obadiah’s question by jerking a thumb towards Dovie, discreetly. Then she pivots around and beckons her two allies along, opting for no mask in spite of the risks since she’ll need her senses wide open.
“I’m not strong, I just run fast,” Teagan says lifting her hands in faux-surrender. “Okay, Jardin. I’ll call you or we’ll bring some people your way.” She grabs some gloves and a mask, herself, but doesn’t put them on just yet. They get shoved into her messenger bag for now. Instead she just tucks her scarf in a little better. Warmth is more important. Or maybe comfort for all the bruising and ouch.
(OOC: Feel free to pose going out and looking for people however you want and using whatever stats you want with try. I’ll make up some oppositi- ill individuals for us to deal with from there. My goal is to be done in the next 90 minutes if possible.)
Dovie falls in line with Mercy, walking and talking as they make their way towards the front of the hospital. “You picking up any strange scents?” she wonders, pulling down her mask to allow her nose to be free for a moment as she begins sniffing the air as well for anything unusual.
Off into the halls Chance goes, starting a methodical sweep beginning int he triage areas where it’s easiest to overhear what people are talking about coming in with as they report their symptoms to the front desk, and then a casual stroll past the various examination rooms to see what can be picked up there, and of course the generous application of friendly smiles, concerned words, and lightly probing questions to try to determine the most likely sufferers of a supernatural-weakening plague. He makes note of a couple of likely candidates, pointing them out to Teagan and taking cues from her to wander over and listen in or ask questions of those that she points out as well, hoping to gradually narrow down a few folks to gently encourage toward the appointed gathering spot.
Obadiah rolls his shoulders and falls in with Dovie and Mercy to round up the plague bearers and summarily… detain them. He does lend his senses to the cause of finding said plague bearers.
Mercy breathes a literal sigh of relief once she steps back out into the chilly night air, welcoming the usual scent assault of people, trash and car exhaust. Drifting off to the side to loiter by the hospital entrance and get a good vantage point to watch anyone filtering in or out, she sticks her nose up into the air and gets to sniffin’ while trying not to look like a fresh escapee of the mental ward.
Chance doesn’t seem to be having much luck with his more casual observations and listening in to the various patients coming in. “Man, everyone seems to think they’ve got the plague. That kid over there with the splinter? Plague. That granny over there with arthritis? Plague,” he mutters under his breath as he makes his way through the first floor area without a whole lot of luck. Maybe some of the people who have already been diagnosed and sent up to other rooms? He goes on past the examination rooms to the areas where folks are convalescing and tries to get a look at actual charts instead.
Dovie trots after Mercy towards the parking lot entrance of the hospital, nudging them and pointing towards the young woman and their ‘friend’, it they may be labeled as such. “Should we step in?” she asks her companion.
As the other three head outside, Teagan grabs up her staff (you never know) and follows after Chance while they listen in on the patients around them. “It’s the way of hospitals. You’re already here, so you think it’s worse than it is. Maybe you hope it is, so you’re not sent home feeling embarrassed and like you’ve wasted your time. Thank fuck we can just go to the theatre, huh.” She considers as he looks to getting the charts and brightens a bit, “Good idea. Probably looking for like… unknown causes, sudden onset… notes of people being in and around Fairefield when it happened.”
Chance nods in agreement with Teagan and says, “I ended up here once and it wasn’t so bad. I could have gone to the theatre, I suppose. Didn’t really occur to me at the time. But then, I was probably concussed.” He begins the more thorough search, this time looking for some more specific items in the charts.
Obadiah hangs back behind Dovie and Mercy looking around and not interjecting into their conversation it seems. If they need him they will call, but he does occasionally sniff the wind as his eyes scan the streets for pox riddled miscreants.
A finger is held up to Dovie while Mercy takes another few huffs, earning her some wary glances from those passing by close enough to observe the girl’s strange behavior. “Drugs, probably..” One of them quietly remarks to their companion, but Mercy is undeterred and leans in to huddle with her fellows while pointing out a woman heading in, a handkerchief held to her mouth to catch the bloody cough she’s emitting. “That one. Go an’ fetch, Obie. Yer more likely to get her to cooperate instead of run, on account of my restin’ bitch face.”
Dovie nods at Mercy’s direction, her gaze moving towards Obadiah, inclining her head for him to go on.
Dovie is apparently much more convincing than Obadiah at getting the woman to comply
Chance takes them on a more targeted search through the hospital and is rewarded with more specific information. “Hey, look at this,” he says to Teagan as he points out the charts, the symptoms, and the fact that an entire section of the ER has been set up for these specific patients. “Looks like they’re already tracking this stuff and have moved people over to this area down here.” He taps on a nearby hospital map, indicating the area of the ER where the patients have been gathered. “We should meet up with the others, let them know where to send whoever they find, then bring Jardin over there, yeah?”
Teagan has been reading over Chance’s shoulder because she’s nosy. Well, that and it’s better than possibly walking over each other’s tracks by grabbing files of her own to review. “That’s handy. Makes sense, too. Uptick in intake, their computers would flag patterns… I’ve seen the software they use for that nowadays.” She reaches to grab a chart to have on hand, in case he doesn’t (or maybe in addition to!) and bobs her head in a nod. “They’re probably still outside,” Teagan says as she tucks the file under her arm. “Why don’t you go find them and I’ll go grab Jardin? We can all convene in the… quarantine area or whatever.”
The AB positive patient comes along with Obadiah and the other two towards Mercy. “Alright fearless leader where should we put her? You know so she can get appropriate treatment.”
Dovie looks rather proud of herself as she accompanies Obadiah and the AB positive patient towards Mercy. To the patient, she asks, “Have you noticed any strange symptoms?”
Mercy watches with some skepticism as Obadiah attempts to lay on the charms to this very sick, who knows maybe even dying angelborn woman. Any port in a storm, she supposes, especially when your days are numbered, but Dovie swoops in to remedy any suspicions the woman may have and then it’s score one point for their team. With an approving nod Mercy whips her phone out to text Teagan and let her know they’ve secured one subject, waiting on the next step as she keeps her eyes, ears and nose open still. “Aigh lemme see what the big boss wants done from here.”
Chance comes wandering outside to find the others after a few minutes and says, “Hey. There’s an area of the ER that’s been set up for those with the specific symptoms we’re researching,” careful how he words it in front of the patient that they’ve got with them. “I can show you where it is. Teagan’s contacting Dr. Jardin to join us.”
Obadiah glances at his phone when it buzzes but it is something else entirely and he nods, sliding it back into his trench coat pocket. He looks between the three then nods his agreement. “It will be alright,” he assures the patient before looking forward to the answer to Dovie’s question.
With Chance’s timely arrival, Mercy perks up and pockets the phone, snapping right into motion while beckoning her two companions and their quarry along. “Perfect, aigh’ les’ hustle in an’ get this -very treatable condition- handled with -minimalistic non-invasive treatment-.” She states very clearly, and loudly, just in case.
AB Positive (…this was unintentional, I swear it) just looks between Obadiah and Dovie and to Mercy as she’s led towards the RBF-haver. “Other than-” and the poor woman is coughing up blood into the handkerchief again, “this?!” She sniffles a bit and it’s clear she’s been crying. Who wouldn’t? “I was just shopping and… I feel so weak. I had to leave all my things behind. Usually I just carry everything myself because I’m pretty strong, you know? But today it’s like I’m just not anymore and I ran out of breath like, five times on the way over here and usually if I’m hurt or sick I heal up pretty fast cause, y’know… but this time-” and thankfully for them, she does run out of breath and has to spend a moment wheezing to catch it! Yes, they found a very chatty angelborn. Congratulations, team.
‘Meet in quarantine. Chance headed your way.’ is the reply to Mercy’s text.
And once they arrive (ahead of Teagan and Jardin, it’d seem, but shorter distance to go perhaps round-trip) they will find it is… not quite a full quarantine, but certainly a ward of sorts. A place where nurses and doctors can more easily keep track of and check on patients. And all of them clearly supernatural of some ilk. Maybe not at a glance, but it takes only a moment or three to realize. Mostly due to the complaints. Especially from those who already suffered the Wild Hunt and are now suffering a total loss (hopefully temporarily) of their capabilities. At least there’s still beds available! And no one looks to be dying… *yet*.
Dovie pulls her face mask back on tighter at seeing some of the more suffering patients, a grimace upon her lips. Worried, she looks to Jardin. “Please tell us you can figure something out Doctor.” She wrings her hands.
Obadiah stays behind Dovie now and shepherds the three towards the containment zone and tries to not breath any of the air, too much, but ultimately is unconcerned because the good doctor will have a cure soon. Right?
Mercy is dying.. to get the hell out of here and away from this chatty angelborn as soon as possible. It isn’t that she lacks empathy so much as she simply opts not to use it in most situations, but thankfully this was what Dovie and Obadiah were for as the group ushers the sickly angelborn and her many voiced woes into the ER. Now that they’re back inside the unease is settling back into Mercy’s tensed posture, but at the very least she’s decent enough to scout out an unoccupied bed for them to herd the woman to. “Yo over here, get her settled while we wait. An’ uh, ain’ let nobody cough or spit in yer face.” She tells her companions.
Obadiah checks his phone again and then looks up, “So, hey, Tea and I are supposed to go to a club out of town with Owen, Yerin, and Calazar. Do you and Gabe want to come with?” he asks Dovie before glancing to Mercy, “You could come too if you want.”
“Wise words to live by,” someone chimes in after Mercy. She turns to Obadiah. “Oh that sounds fun but-” she gestures to her own face, still bruised and scratched, “Had a whole fiasco earlier in the mists. I’m going to try to take it easy, depending on what the Doctor Jardin here requires,” Dovie replies.
“Wise words to live by,” Dovie chimes in after Mercy. She turns to Obadiah. “Oh that sounds fun but-” she gestures to her own face, still bruised and scratched, “Had a whole fiasco earlier in the mists. I’m going to try to take it easy, depending on what the Doctor Jardin here requires,” Dovie replies.
Chance lingers off to one side once they’ve arrived, keeping an eye on things as people come and go, just taking in whatever he can pick up. There’s a brief glance toward Obadiah but then his attention shifts back to the nurses and doctors treating the various ailing supernaturals. “How’s Gabe doing?” he asks Dovie. “He did make it back alright, yeah?”
“When’s this?” Mercy asks Obadiah in between shooting patients and hospital staff alike wary glances, always trying to maintain a sort of perimeter around herself and the others.
Dovie nods at Chance, “He’s okay, just resting. It was a rough go but On just glad it’s over and done with, and I’ll never leave my horse’s side… I might have to get rid of the Charger.”
It would seem part of why Teagan and the good doctor Jardin were delayed is because the man is working with some sort of mobile alchemy set. Thankfully they have it on a cart because as mentioned previously: Teagan is not strong. And it’s enough glass things and weird fluids and god-knows-what that dropping it would likely cause a worse issue than whatever THIS whole thing is. The two are in conversation, with the elf talking a mile a minute and the… usually quite on the ball Teagan just nodding along like she totally understands what he’s talking about (she does not).
As soon as Jardin is shown to a patient, he starts talking to them (thankfully, it’s AB Positive) in a low voice and starts his examination. The redhead steps away to reconvene with the others. “So, Jardin thinks he has this figured out. He’s asked that we just get the word out to send people here and… I guess he’ll get it taken care o-” she looks at Dovie, eyes going wide. “I thought you were never going to sell it!” Distraction!
“In about an hour,” Obadiah says with smile to Mercy. “It was going to be a double date with Yerin and Calazar and Teagan and I but I think Yerin asked Owen. You could be Calazar’s date!”
Attention is drifted back to Dovie, he smirks a little and starts humming the horse girl song, because of course he does, and winks at her slyly before saying “I am glad you all got out ok.”
Dovie admits to Teagan, “I’m rather upset about how it handles in the mist though it could just be me being much more clumsy sadly these days ever since I returned from the Other.” A deep breath ensues, “We can spread the word to see Dr. Jardin, sure!”
“I’m not giving up my Camaro no matter how high the mist gets,” Chance says with a shake of his head. “But I’m definitely learning to drive it slower.” Something that he may be just a tiny bit salty about. But that said, he nods when it seems Doctor Jardin has figured out an answer. There’s a faint sigh of relief and he says, “Yeah, no problem. Getting the word out is something that we can do. As long as folks know to come here, that’ll help.”
“Always kinda thought it were an odd choice of car fer you, like two things that ain’ quite match.” Mercy unhelpfully chimes in about the dilemma with Dovie and a car she seems to think is too cool for the kind natured fae woman. With that said she turns to Obadiah. “Was gonna jus’ try an’ relax tonight fer on-” Then she stops dead at the comment regarding Calazar, eyes wide and jaw clenched, staring at Obadiah with a look on her face like she absolutely could and would kill a man for even suggesting such.
“The Camaro is nice,” Dovie tells Chance before bristling a little at Mercy, “Hey! it’s a good car! just not with mists,” she sighs deeply and begins to text the message out to her followers and various chat groups. “Oh you’re going on a triple date. Mercy? Cute!”
“Eventually you just accept that driving like your grandmother is how to get around in this city,” Teagan says to Chance with a glance over her shoulder toward Jardin, who seems to be feeding AB Positive some concoction or another. The poor girl is not turning purple or exploding or anything, so it must be doing well. “But really, Dovie, if you wanna sell… lemme know. I’m broke, but I’d figure something out. I love your car.” Really, it’s the color scheme, but hey. Picking up the thread of conversation, the redhead looks between Obadiah and Mercy, blinking a few times. “Aren’t you helping Calazar with something anyway? It might be wort-” she glances to her phone, grimaces. “Well, either way. I need to get home and change and… I don’t wanna be here any longer than I have to. I think we can leave Jardin to his work, get the word out that anyone afflicted come this way, and call it good.”
And good it shall be. People can shop freely in Fairefield again without worries of being suddenly beset by a strange illness.