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World Tour D: Panic! At The Desert
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Post by World Tour NPC on Jun 11, 2021 2:47:15 GMT
It was a good thing that Mocha was going to leave the tent under her own power in that moment. If not, well, the scowl on the healer's face said it all: the Lekismon was coming dangerously close to getting ejected from the structure. "I don't like your tone, girl." Between getting called a 'shitty doctor' to her face and being told to leave her own tent by a visitor, the firecat had no qualms about making her thoughts about Mocha known to her and to the rest of the group through facial expressions alone. It took an effort for Lynxmon to swallow enough pride and acquiesce, "I will leave because it's best for the patient." She'd go on to trudge outside with some of the other digimon.
Lynxmon would lower her voice while standing just outside the flap with Owen, Mocha, and Shiroku. "It just doesn't make sense," she hissed under her breath, "Can stress alone knock humans out for this long? They're fragile little things if that's true." Lynxmon started to pace impatiently and huff as she contemplated the theory so far. "And another thing how is an unconscious man finding time to roll over and reach for an occasional sip of water? The humans clearly know more than I do, but something doesn't sit right. There's something missing!" Omen was the one who went looking for a way to lift the patient's legs, and Omen was the one who found a way: it wasn't particularly pretty, but she found a towel on which to place Fletcher's ankles. Omen also knew that she could take a chair, tie each end of the towel to an arm of the chair, and use Amelie's help to get those legs over the edge of the mattress. The angle might not have been ideally sharp, but it would get the job done.
Fletcher's card suggested he should be awake in less than fifteen minutes. If the girls were keeping a close eye on the patient, then they would have seen the first signs of stirring in only sixty seconds. It started when Fletcher's eyebrows began to wiggle, followed by the eyes beneath starting to roll around beneath their eyelids. The rest of his body remained completely immobile in this time. When an eye opened... that was just it. One eye opened. It hesitated to do so as well; the eye squinted, and when the lid parted it was just enough for the dark brown peepers behind them to peek at the surrounding area. Anyone who had ever pretended to be asleep when they didn't want to go to school might have been flashing back to themselves in the same position, when they thought they heard footsteps exit their bedroom but had to scan the coast surreptitiously before coming fully awake.
Head movements were slight as Fletcher scanned his whole environment, and as soon as he landed on Amelie's face he went straight back to being stiff and immobile again. This only lasted a moment, however. Upon realizing what he'd just seen, the man would actively sit up blink rapidly, rub his eyes, and make eye contact again with Amelie, then Omen, then each of them in sequence. He appeared shocked, bamboozled, flabbergasted - about the way most people would react to seeing digimon for the first time, really, only Fletcher was (so it appeared) just looking at a couple of humans. With Cream trying not to be noticed, the patient did not pick up on her just now.
"B-Blimey! Bloody people!" One hand would blindly reach for the canteen provided him and effortlessly, eagerly start pumping the stuff down the man's gullet. "You are people, right? Listen." Fletcher's voice was frantic (partly because he didn't keep breathing while drinking), but it was also low and hushed. "Listen, listen, listen, it's not safe here. Whole place is crawling with nasties. We gotta get out of here." The patient was talking in English with a strong strong accent that matched where his license said he was from.
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Amelie
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Post by Amelie on Jun 11, 2021 6:33:56 GMT
As far as things appeared to be, Fletcher was on course to recover his consciousness, even though it seemed fairly obvious that maybe that wasn’t what he wanted. Despite that, and everything else that might occur in the meantime, he was welcomed to the world of the awoken by a smiling Amelie.
“I’m glad you’re awake, Mr. Weeks.” Thankfully, Amy’s English was somewhat fluent and clear, given that was one of the languages she had grown up with. The man, on the other side, was definitely a tad skittish regarding the situation at hand, but she couldn’t blame him for taking such precautions. As it stood, he was a man with no knowledge of digimon; the fact that the inhabitants of this town didn’t have the most human-friendly appearances probably didn’t help either.
Some of the residual panic he bore was still showing on his actions, and that, combined with a rather thick accent and a low tone made it very difficult for her to fully understand what he meant to say, even though she got the gist of it. “Can you speak slower, please?” She began, her as clear as she could make it to be. With some luck, he’d realize the difference in accents and make an effort to communicate more clearly. “We’re humans, yes. And we know that this place isn’t precisely safe either, but at least I can guarantee that this very tent is. I promise there’s no need to be nervous.”
She made a small pause, hopefully calming him down some. “We’re leaving this place soon, but could you first recount your arrival to this place? I suspect that the way back might be related to where you landed.”
With some luck, the gentle approach would work and they would be on track to return him back to his domicile. If not… things would be a bit trickier.
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Post by Owen on Jun 15, 2021 7:12:54 GMT
Owen listened as Omen revealed that the human had a panic disorder, and had instructions in his wallet as to how to help him recover.
Given that there were other, more qualified humans here for the time being, Owen obliged Lynxmon’s request and left the building. Even though Owen had a working holosuit that could disguise himself as a human, he thought it best to keep the task to the actual humans. But, if an emergency came, he would be ready to at least activate it and see how he could help. Even though he was told by other humans that Owen looked rather non-threatening and even cute as a digimon, this was probably a different matter.
However, Nanami mentioned that Owen should probably stick around in case the human needed to speak to someone with a similar accent. Owen was ambivalent on this at first. “Well… I could, but then he could ask me questions that I might not know the answer to.” the Gaomon explained. “Like, who the current Prime Minister is. The last one I know of is that they had a Hawk named Bob as their leader and that’s… probably not right. But, if you need me to translate, call me in and I’ll try to help, I'll pop my holosuit on first of course.”
As Owen left along with the others, he turned to Lynxmon, who voiced some curiosities about humans, like how they could be so easily rendered unconscious. “Tell me about it. I’ve adopted a human in our family and I only know the bare minimum about him and his kind. Only this – humans are exceptionally good at survival. Their bodies can adjust to almost any situation, as long as they don’t go beyond their physical limits. So… he might recover subconsciously for a few moments to take a drink as needed…” he looked back at the tent flap though, scratching his ears. “That one looked a bit older than most humans I’ve seen though, and things can start to go strange with them as they age, from what I hear anyway.”
Still though, Owen hadn’t seen Vergil or indeed any human make deliberate movements like taking a drink of water while sleeping, mainly just changing position or similar. Not that he had seen many unconscious humans though.
“Hopefully it’ll be a mystery they can work out.” was all he could say further on the matter. He turned to his granddaughter. "Say, Omen, have you met many humans on your journeys? And if so, any situations like this?" he asked, hoping that maybe she might be able to help with this conundrum.
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Jun 17, 2021 3:08:17 GMT
"...Nana, I...Uh. I rarely know how I should feel when you tell me hospital stories but that's...a practical way to know how to do that."
It was a very inelegant solution, but the non-nobility side of Omen decided that it was the solution to go with. "That's done. Now, let's give the guy some space and stop insulting people." ...Was that a pointed comment Mocha's way? Either way, once she had done that which needed to be done, she decided to vacate the building briefly after snatching some ice cram. Mostly to congregate with the rest of the people before she went back in with her holosuit on.
She slapped the apparatus on, and as it shimmered, the now humanoid Digimon looked between Lynxmon and Owen. "Well, I haven't met any with panic disorders but I can confirm that humans are...exceptionally fragile. Especially the ones who have come here for the first time. ...So, I want to help make any transitions to life here as easy as can be. Or any trips home as easy as can be. I wasn't here for when people like Nanami came here for the first time, though..."
There was reasoning for that. A scuffle a few months ago with two recently brought-in spirit wielders came to mind, but regardless, Omen would exhale and re-enter, remaining silent as she came in...right when Mr. Weeks had awoken.
It was great that she did not need to speak. Amelie's line of questioning covered enough that whatever answer was given, she'd be able to remember it easy-peasy.
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on Jun 17, 2021 19:11:19 GMT
Nanami took a step back for the time being. The dude woke up, and there wasn't a whole lot she could do. For starters, she didn't understand a single word Fletcher was saying, accent, language, and everything. Which complicated matters at the moment. He sure seemed thirsty and he was definitely worried about something. But Amelie seemed to have things under control. Though Nanami still couldn't understand what the brunette woman was saying, either. Languages are funny.
Still, the guy looked hella uncomfortable. So maybe they should try something to calm him down before he gets into a panic? So Nanami butted in on the conversation, practically shoving a popsicle into the man's hands. "I am Nanami! We are friends! Hello!" She said to the best of her ability. That was about all the words she could exchange in this conversation.
Meanwhile, outside the tent, Mocha and Shiroku stood out there, miserable underneath the sun's rays. "Most people don't, but whether someone likes my tone or not doesn't make them any less of an idiot," Mocha shrugged once she got out of the tent. "Just whether they've got good taste or not!"
Still, whether who disliked who didn't mean they couldn't come up with a plan, right? "So... this dude's just came in from some weird place in the human world, right? Can't we just carry this guy to the nearest Trailmon station, bring him back to the human's world, and let him find his way home from there? Even if he's got to do some traveling to get back, he can just use one of those... 'mom's credit card' thingy that Nanami has!"
Sure, the guy would likely faint the moment he saw the people transporting him... but it wasn't like humans were heavy to a Digimon, conscious or otherwise!
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