( Ah, yeah...this isn't even his room, either. Is he going to be punished for being here? People seem to be weird about stuff like this.
He's not sure of anyone sick in his own dorm but he's suddenly concerned for them, even though he's again not sure what much he has to offer. Now he's out of blankets...gotta put that on the shopping wishlist. )
Good idea. ( Emil agrees, sliding off of the bed and taking his (horrible) sweater mask with him. Is his hair okay? Hold on -- it is now. ) You don't feel weird after the sickness at all? Everything's normal?
( Which is code for several different things, like "Don't push yourself." and "I'll be worried while you're braving the wasteland." )
( You know what he means, Lalli...or wait, maybe you don't. )
Yes, yes, the sleeping thing. Just watch your stomach.
( Also fine, Emil will collect his offerings from Lalli's nest -- oh no he touched one of the Birch blankets. He could cry, it's so soft. The rest of it is collected as he searches the floor, picking up any food stuff leftovers he finds. He may or may not have seen that aforementioned cat-bat pile and made a small squeaky noise. )
Tell me if you find anything out. You know, with the communication thing you called me on.
[On the bright side, he gave the majority of the corpses away and took care of the remaining one, so it's just a collection of small, newly-cleaned bones. Maybe he ate a chicken yesterday. You don't know.]
It's a cell phone, but it's not. [THANKS LALLI] I guess they used to make phones like this in the old world. Do you... [He casts a doubtful look at Emil. He figured out how to answer and reply to texts, but...]
( Tbh it could be the skeleton of a rat gone unnoticed from before Lalli even got there, Emil's just not here for bones.
He peeks over the bed from where he is on the floor then stands up, done reaching for the cracker wrapped Lalli left there. He's vaguely familiar with cell phones -- there may have been a diagram in a book once. )
Yeah. ( He even wags his communicator in the air for a second as he heads to the door, tucked into his palm with Lalli's cracker garbage. ) Just be careful.
( With that he slips out and heads down the stairs, letting out a very long and exhausted sigh, not about to argue about carefulness. Emil won't be entirely convinced he's got nothing to stress over until he sees a normal person wandering around -- for his sake and for Lalli's. )
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I will go find out, since I am awake.
[He wasted too much time fearing death last night. Time to make himself useful.]
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He's not sure of anyone sick in his own dorm but he's suddenly concerned for them, even though he's again not sure what much he has to offer. Now he's out of blankets...gotta put that on the shopping wishlist. )
Good idea. ( Emil agrees, sliding off of the bed and taking his (horrible) sweater mask with him. Is his hair okay? Hold on -- it is now. ) You don't feel weird after the sickness at all? Everything's normal?
( Which is code for several different things, like "Don't push yourself." and "I'll be worried while you're braving the wasteland." )
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He straightens up with a small frown, but there's a distracted look in his eyes that say he's running an internal diagnostics test.]
...No. I do feel weird. [Anomaly detected!] I already said I did? I'm not usually awake right now, except when you would make me.
[General you, of course. Mostly Tuuri and Sigrun.]
My stomach hurts a little, but I don't think it will be a problem.
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Yes, yes, the sleeping thing. Just watch your stomach.
( Also fine, Emil will collect his offerings from Lalli's nest -- oh no he touched one of the Birch blankets. He could cry, it's so soft. The rest of it is collected as he searches the floor, picking up any food stuff leftovers he finds. He may or may not have seen that aforementioned cat-bat pile and made a small squeaky noise. )
Tell me if you find anything out. You know, with the communication thing you called me on.
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It's a cell phone, but it's not. [THANKS LALLI] I guess they used to make phones like this in the old world. Do you... [He casts a doubtful look at Emil. He figured out how to answer and reply to texts, but...]
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He peeks over the bed from where he is on the floor then stands up, done reaching for the cracker wrapped Lalli left there. He's vaguely familiar with cell phones -- there may have been a diagram in a book once. )
Do I what?
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...Know how to use it?
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Of course I know how to use it. It can't be that complicated...I communicated with you using it, didn't I?
( Parent up to remember this isn't...totally inaccurate??? But he's going to be a cell phone grandpa for a week or two. )
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Mrh. [doubts] Okay. You will tell me if you find trouble. And I will tell you if there is good or bad news.
[Deal?]
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Yeah. ( He even wags his communicator in the air for a second as he heads to the door, tucked into his palm with Lalli's cracker garbage. ) Just be careful.
( With that he slips out and heads down the stairs, letting out a very long and exhausted sigh, not about to argue about carefulness. Emil won't be entirely convinced he's got nothing to stress over until he sees a normal person wandering around -- for his sake and for Lalli's. )