we're strong enough to let it all go

[assent]

CHARACTERS: Sonia (assent) and company
DATE: Mixed! I'll tag things accordingly inside
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Danganronpa 2 will be in some threads but I will try and mark those! Other than that there might be violence in places as she'll be on week 3 - early 6 of being infected in here. Funtimes...
SUMMARY: Using this as a means for visits and other things for February (1 backdated thing) and March. It's "open" in that I am down for wildcards + plotting for specific threads, though I don't have an OTA inside! Sonia's stuck in her house for quarantine while trying to do vaccine/cure things jazz hands

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JESPER: backdated to February... 12th??? 13th???

[assent]

[ It's one of the few times she's actually left the hospital on her own, but as some people might either get worried about her wandering off into the woods now things are more hectic, it seems like it's for the best. She drives her car instead, intending to pick Jesper up on the way to the wooded area near the subhurbs. Hopefully, if her calculations are correct, it should be a good enough place to practice the spell she got from ALASTAIR.

When she's by the apartment block, she gives him a text message to let him know she's there and just waits for him to come down. ]

Outside.

handwaves @ dates W/E

[endeudado]

[ Honestly, their magitek's conveniences really can't be overstated. They'd had to have agreed on a time to meet up in advance. Instead, Jesper can hang around and wait. Technology, man. ]

be right down

[ Jesper shoots a quick word to Kaz and makes his way downstairs. He's not exactly expecting a car, but it's not like there's a ton of people out in the street nowadays. He spots Sonia and waves her down, stepping up to the car and trying the handle, almost like he's not sure it'll work.... Cars are New, ok. ]

Nice ride! You buy this thing yourself?

yolos!!!!

[assent]

[ It does make things easier, she's unnerved about having to wait here but it's better than going up all the floors only to come back down again. ]

Ah... it was a gift, actually. [ She leans over to push it open for him when he seems unsure, not bothered by the fact that he's less used to this than she is. ] Giorno and Fugo gave it to me the first week here. I have not had many chances to use it, so I thought it might be a good idea for this.

[ Now, in you hop, Jesper!! ]

REIKA & JULIUS: backdated to ... early march????

[assent]

[ After they had talked in the hospital and Reika had offered to walk her home, it actually seemed like a better idea to call elsewhere on the way. That is, her concern after Reika had said Julius was sick was to join her to visit him at their place rather than heading straight home. She asks if they can call elsewhere to pick up soup (and ice cream???) on the way, holding the bag in her hands as her and Reika move towards the door. ]

If you like, I can wait at the door while you check if he would be alright with the company?

[ Even as tired as she is, with the infection impacting her own hunger she's still well enough to keep her manners for now. ]

sits in here

[p66]

[ His illness is of a very unique variety - not exactly an illness at all, but it seems to be the best way to explain it after what went down in their world. To have company would do Julius good too, she thinks - and a brief call should be enough to establish it. ]

It should be okay. Thanks for coming all this way, really.

[ Given how the two of them keep in contact almost all the time, it's not hard to slip in a message asking Julius of the plans. He's fortunately well enough to agree, so it should be okay. ]

We can go in.

uwu!!!

[assent]

[ Without the details it's really hard to say, but either way they have a cup of soup each, plus... the ice cream. Maybe she is a little suspicious this actually about the virus rather than anything else, but she hasn't exactly asked either. ]

You really do not need to thank me. I owe him enough anyway, so this is no trouble at all. Besides, I am quite worried.

[ As it's Reika's place though, she'll wait for her to go inside before following. ]

WYLAN: March 9th/10th

[assent]

[ If she was honest about it, this was not something she had planned to do for at least another week. Despite herself, however, she finds she can't bring herself to argue with Urahara. Even if they might have had a shaky start, she respects him and trusts him enough to go with it if he tells her the four of them should separate and work on the cure that way.

It's just difficult to get equipment from the hospital to her house without people making complaints and trying to do it with very little help hasn't made it any easier. She struggles out of the elevator, pushing what looks like a two wheeled trolley with boxes on it, and ends up having to twist around and try and drag it out instead.

Whether Wylan is going home or just leaving he'll hear her frustrated sigh from the hall anyway. She's too quick to anger now that the wheel getting stuck in the gap is enough to set her off. ]

Come on you motherf--

[ Well then. ]

[wyvil]

[Wylan was just heading out to try to track down some supplies for one of his favorite hobbies (bombs, he was going to make some bombs), when he heard a familiar voice he couldn't ignore. He turns down the hallway, crossing the short distance between the apartment he shares with Jesper and Kaz and the elevator in record time just in case Sonia's in actual trouble.

He's relieved but more than a little confused to find her struggling to push an overfull trolley through the door. He steps up beside her, one hand on the trolley and the other steadying the stack of boxes.]

Everything all right?

GIOVANNI - may come with danganronpa spoilers!

[assent]

[ It wasn't long after she'd made a permanent move into the apartment that she'd asked him if she could move San-D and Cham-P to his room, just until they figure out a cure. There was too much risk in them being in her own room, and it made things emptier than before.

Probably for the best, however, as by what feels like the end of week 3 (though she can't work out how that's possible, yet at the same time they already have proof that symptoms present themselves quicker for some than others) she's already flipped over her chair and kicked her papers in frustration. She's tried to rip up some of her sheets, screamed into them because why can't they figure this out?

It's only during moments of calm, when she's taken some of the oxytocin she brought back with her, that she ventures out of her room.

Today, she brings the hello kitty camera with her, knocking on Giovanni's door to see if she can come in. ]

[ofobedience]

[She'd asked, and he'd agreed with obvious reluctance, expression dubious and perhaps even tinged with something like mild distaste. What's he supposed to do with a pair of little rodents, after all? How is he supposed to care for anything living? Even the plants are still a learning curve for him.

He barely knows how to look after himself.

But she asks, and he agrees, if only because the look on her face had said it was important, and perhaps he tells himself he acquiesces only to make life easier on himself, to avoid her hassling him further. But that isn't quite accurate. Not really. There's a creeping feeling in him that he isn't quite sure how to name, something unsettling, sometimes like a warmth that spreads through his chest when she's around, or like a fist pulling tight and cold at his insides when he hears her muffled screams of frustration, the pacing, the increasing desperation he can almost taste in the air.

Feelings like these-- he doesn't know what to do with them.

Whatever the case, he takes the hamsters, keeps them safely out of the way. Manages not to kill them, himself. And when she knocks on his door today they may or may not be crawling overaround him on the bed whilst he reclines there, reading. Without entering, it's hard to say.

He barely glances at the door before calling out, distracted almost, engrossed in his book--]

--Yes?

ARIMA - may come with danganronpa spoilers!

[assent]

[ For the most part, she's allowed one person a day to visit. It hasn't been drastic, but given how her temper has started to rise it may have been a good thing that Urahara suggested she go elsewhere while he stayed at the hospital a little longer. She's only been sleeping by sedation and only using oxytocin injections to keep herself calm when necessary, too. Giovanni isn't much of a hugger, and she's started to distance herself a little from some of the people who offer that kind of comfort.



She's scared of herself, more than anything else.

Arima, at least, is someone she can trust to hold her back should something go wrong -- the bigger problem is more that he doesn't know why outside of the virus itself. Even before she'd been infected she'd lashed out, mind shutting down as survival kicked in and Haise had had to stop her.

The good thing, however, is that she hasn't reached that kind of stage yet, but between hunger and the frustration with the cure she isn't the most pleasant company now. She'll have already set up drinks for when Arima arrives, and her own room is closed off to hide the mess she's made in there. ]

[prodigism]

[ He's not sure why he opted to do this. He wasn't particularly good at this sort of thing and it was more of something Haise would do. But he agreed to it because Sonia wasn't exactly someone he had no connections with. In truth he was actually warming up to a good amount of people here. Not having to keep up airs or keep distance from those he considered comrades helped when it came to forging bonds with people. Who would have thought, huh?

Still he's silent as he knocks on the door to Sonia's apartment, one arm cradling a shopping bag filled to the brim with precooked meals and other needed supplies, courtesy of Haise. Arima didn't trust his cooking enough to really contribute all that much, but he at least got some of the supplies. ]

PETER

[assent]

[ It hasn't been long since they agreed to keep separate locations, and while it isn't necessarily "breaking" the code on that, it probably isn't helping the situation when Sonia asks Peter if he'd like to look over the information she has from Giovanni's cells. It's easier to do it here and for her to show him, more so because she has constant access to him at her apartment. It means this way she can hand over an extra sample for him to use.

Her own apartment, however, doesn't have much in terms of equipment. She's borrowed a microscope from the hospital, along with glass dishes, test tubes, syringes, oxytocin and sedatives along with various acids, proteins etc. She's able to conduct some tests, yes, but it's still pretty limited and she's mostly working on the floor at this point.

Before he arrives, she moves everything to the living room to set it up on the coffee table. Giovanni isn't home at the moment, but given how she's quick to anger lately she's given herself an injection of oxytocin to ensure no arguments spark during the visit. When he does arrive, she opens the door with a tired smile. ]

I am sorry for keeping you waiting, please, come in.

[webdesigned]

( Peter can't even manage a tired smile in return, though he does offer a halfhearted wave. especially halfhearted, considering he's got a case of some sort in his hand. he's looking a little worse for the wear himself, though maybe the thick rim of dark glasses hides it at least a little. he's sure he's no worse off than anyone else that was desperately working for a cure, so it seems to make no sense to worry much about himself. )

That was what, thirty seconds? Not even I'm that impatient.

( though lately, it can certainly feel that way. his fingers even drum around the handle of the case, nervous energy he still doesn't know much what to do with. that doesn't necessarily mean much, though... he's always got nervous energy to spare. )

You good? Can I come in? ( his eyes flit beyond her shoulder, trying to guess whether she has company. he'd probably be able to hear them before he sees them, though. )

WILDCARD...?

[keeper]

[ It's been some time since she'd last seen Sonia during their shopping trip, but she's gleaned her address from Sieglinde's announcement. It seems a good opportunity to pay a brief visit, drop off any food or supplies that she might have to spare. (She won't stay so long as to distract the other recruit from the work that must be done, but she hopes it might be a brief reprieve; she's sure the task is daunting, and tiring.)

(...And then there's the matter of infection...)

After a brief exchange of messages Aqua shows up at the appointed time, taking just a small moment to quiet her overwhelming concern for her friend, before she firmly presses the doorbell button. ]

♥

[assent]

[ It has been some time, but if she counts back to that time, it hadn't been much longer after that she'd wound up in the hospital working crazy hours there. It will be good to see her again, and the offer of supplies is something she can't disagree with even if her rise in temper worries her at times.

She takes oxytocin before Aqua arrives just in case, giving the other girl a tired smile once she opens the door. ]

Aqua, it is good to see you again. Please, come on in.

[ The living room is fairly plain, but at least it is tidy. Her own room has become a warzone this past week, so she's kept the door firmly shut when visitors are over. ]

JK MOVES IT HERE

[winces]

[ sonia's absence from the laboratory could not be easily missed, what with there being so few of their own in the space to begin with. and though urahara himself keeps quiet about it, it does not take olivia very long to put two and two together.

and thus she arrives at the young woman's apartment with a small burden in her hands in tow, knocking gently on the wood. she does not know what to expect, but she already expects the worse.

considering the way this team tends to operate, she supposes that's just par for the course. ]

/)u(\ ty lenachans

[assent]

[ Olivia is lucky in the sense that Sonia is actually in the kitchen, closer to the door, when she hears the knock. Not having expected anyone it takes her a moment to peek around the corner, unsure of if she was hearing things or not.

She's even more tentative when she peeks into the spy hole, but when she sees Olivia standing on the other side she's quick to ensure her door is closed and that she looks presentable enough. There's a quick call of "one moment" so the other knows she won't be long, but it takes another minute or two before she opens the door, a tired smile on her face. ]

Olivia, I did not realise you were coming. [ Not even make up can really hide the signs of the virus anymore though, with the way her eyes are dark underneath shows through even the concealer, and the changes in her veins as well. It's gross. Everything is gross. ]

Did you need something?

NAMI

[assent]

[ The list of things that Sonia asks the other girl to pick up for her is an odd mix. There's a cute dress at the top of the list, potentially something light and unlike the clothes that she's tried picking for the mission, scrapbook paper, pens, glue and stickers, rope, card... the list goes on. She doesn't exactly tell her what it is for either, but she'd rather have everything early just in case she runs out of time.

In the end, if they don't get a cure, she might even be de... best not to think of that, actually.

Whenever Nami does have everything, she tells her to drop by. She had plenty of cash spare from the cat bounty which means it's easy enough to give her money up front and the dress need not be too expensive anyway. It might not matter in the end, it's hard to say what the future brings.

She cooks something for dinner around when Nami should be dropping by too, careful to not taste test with the same cutlery so Nami won't get infected too. She intends to use this as a moment to take a break while she can't concentrate on anything but eating anyway. ]

HAISE | cw: self harm/drug abuse???

[assent]

[ It's harder to keep count of the days now she hasn't left the apartment for most of them. Her sleep schedule isn't normal enough to keep track that way either. Each time she tries she's left with flashes of fire, gunshots and screams that have her jolting awake in an instant. The only time she does sleep is when she injects herself with smaller amounts of sedatives.

They leave her sluggish though, more than not sleeping at all does. They're a rarity, on the fourth day usually when her eyes can't keep open and the world seems to blur when the flashbacks hit.

Living through that too, is making the anger worse. Her room was already tipped upside down around a week ago during an angry outburst but by now very little is in one piece. Her bed is probably the only thing left standing, but even the mattress has been punched and clawed at in attempts to scream out the hunger she can't seem to quench for long periods. There was one time she woke up on her bed, pillow busted with feathers all over the place as well, no memory of getting there as she lost herself in another fit.

Today, it feels worse. Hunger claws at her insides and she's already eaten two or three times in the past two hours and she can't bring herself to do it anymore. Something is starting to nag in her, that she needs something fresher and rawer like the cooked food people bring isn't enough.

Yet, it's the fight in her, the fear of going too far again and of losing her mind completely, that has her using the handcuffs she got from ALASTAIR to chain herself to her bed. It's uncomfortable as hell, especially with her knees bent on the floor (but if she lets them go numb, she can't get up and that is fine) and her face buried into the mattress, but it keeps her in place as her wrists pull at the leather and fur and tug.

Her mentality is slipping, and it's at this point she'd reach for the oxytocin but there isn't any left now... not after so many days of overuse. Instead, she just screams and cries into the fabric in front of her, bites into it to save her arms this time.

They've already been bitten and injected into enough, though the long sleeves she's wearing cover that right now.

She's terrified because she can't keep her thoughts together enough to work anymore. They don't have the manpower to deal with this. Peter wasn't picking up for 2 days then Stiles had told her that he'd been infected after all and had gone somewhere and that's a worry. On top of that, her own infection doesn't add up with the dates. It's happening way too quickly. She should still be only on week 3 or 4 but the symptoms line up more with someone on week 5 or 6.





It's reaching a point where she just wishes it would end, one way or another. ]

[ex_adept136]

[When Sonia had taken to holing herself up in her room, Haise had accepted it with an air of quiet unease. He understood not wishing to be seen in a certain way, and he'd hidden the more concerning aspects of his nature as best he could for years. The times he'd lost control of himself were humiliating, the looks he'd get when he'd returned to his senses, whether sympathetic, assessing, or suspicious, burned into him like a brand.

They'd seen something he both was and wasn't. They'd seen Kaneki.

Sonia's circumstances aren't quite the same, but it's enough to grasp why she might not want to be seen. When one had built a life around maintaining an image, there was a sharp personal shame that came with failing to uphold it, no matter how far out of one's control it truly was. With that in mind, he'd been patient. The more distant she grew the more he reminded himself he knew the feeling too well.

Both what it was to lose control of oneself and that gnawing, consuming hunger were far from unfamiliar to a half-ghoul with identity issues. Keenly aware of what it's like, Haise only wishes that Sonia were never left to experience anything similar. All he can do for her is hope for a cure. Hope and bring her meat, because that's what she needs. He's only grateful that her body hasn't come to need the very specific varieties that his own does, because he can imagine too easily the burden that might place on her.

His routine delivery of such meals has eventually been met with silence. He leaves the food there, but he doesn't get responses from her anymore. It worries him, but so long as Giovanni is around, he holds out hope that she'll be alright. The other man's senses are sharp enough that he'd be able to respond swiftly if something went very wrong, not to mention quick reflexes.

Still, his unease continues to mount each time he brings a meal.

And on this day, when Haise sets down a bag in front of her door, he lingers there. He knows she isn't going to answer if he says anything, and it worries him. The distance nags at him, and he wonders if that's how she felt the day of the riots when he wasn't sure what he should and shouldn't tell her. Here and now, he wonders if it's really okay for him to leave when she's cloistered herself off from the world.

Not many people know what it's like to contend with the hollow, gnawing feeling of what is ostensibly an unnatural sort of hunger, but he does. Maybe that point of relation would be of no comfort at all, but...]

...Sonia?

[He ventures, not for the first time in recent days, voice soft]

YELLO

[figureitout]

[ it's only that morning that he thinks to go back to the university lab. the sight of the stains on the floor makes him sick; entering the lab is an endeavor in and of itself, and his mistake had been to think Peter would feel the same. clearly it isn't so — his magitek is there, left on the desk, and if there was any part of him that thought there was still hope, it's squashed right then and there.

in his haste to take it and stuff it in his pocket, he fumbles with the device, seeing it suddenly flash messages received yet unread... he doesn't listen, but the username is one he recognizes all too well. he can guess why she'd be trying to contact him with such urgency — briefly, he wants to laugh. had he been willingly blind to the glaring similarities between the two of them, the way they acted about all this, too?

(probably. turns out he was willingly blinding himself to a lot of things.)

it's later in the day when he finally makes it to Sonia's apartment, knocking on the door and calling out, ]

Sonia? It's Stiles. Please open the door, I've got to talk to you.

[ please... please be there, he doesn't say, because he can't even entertain the notion that she, too, has succumbed to the virus. she can't. she can't. ]

gets tissues ready

[assent]

[ The bigger difference in this, mind you, was that Sonia was willing to take help from certain people. She takes the comfort Giovanni's presence gives her. She takes the supplies people bring, allows Olivia into the apartment to cook for her, lets Kaz try and coax her into using less of the oxytocin and sedatives to try and manage a little on her own without it.

It only lasts for two more days, but it was better than nothing.

The only person she is refusing to see is Haise, but that isn't something she can bring up with anyone but Sieglinde, and she thinks that Haise will understand the reasons behind it anyway.

When she hears Stiles' voice through the door though, she's sluggish in her response after waking up only thirty minutes before. Her body feels heavy as she makes it to the door, but it's the only way she gets rest now. ]

...Stiles? [ Her voice is soft so he probably can't hear it, but she's moving to the door and opening it soon after, revealing that she's definitely home and still in her pyjamas. Her hair is down too, trailing down to her ankles though it's definitely tangled in places and she looks like hell really. Thankfully, the fact that her table is set up with an experiment right now shows that he didn't wake her. ]

What is it?

[ It's his tone of voice that makes her step back with little hesitation, though she probably should consider her own lack of control as well by now honestly. ]

roughly mid-march. hope this is still ok! lmk if you want anything changed.

[digiorno]

[Giorno hasn't heard from Sonia.]

[There are a lot of people he hasn't heard from. Admittedly, he's been--busy. Both real-busy and fake-busy, because in some ways he would prefer to just not. Care. He can feel himself caring, and Kaz really does have a point about that.]

[But Sonia reminds him of home in some inexplicable ways. She shouldn't be here. And he isn't the sort of naive person to think that anyone deserves protection, because that would require the assumption that the universe gives a shit about justice. But he would like to protect Sonia, if protection is something she feels she wants or needs.]

[Too much silence and he can't take it anymore. Out of the blue, he shoots her a text, then spends the interim time until she responds . . . checking his tek every two minutes.]

Sonia, I need your advice on something. It won't take long, but I'd like to speak about it in person. Where can I find you?

[He doesn't need advice. He just wants to find her. He doesn't think twice about the fact that he doesn't think twice about lying.]

aye o/ this is fine!

[assent]

[ There are a few people she's contacted, but other than Lance a bunch have been people she's only spoken to once or twice to cut out the questions. She doesn't want to talk about the infection. She can't.

If anything though, she would argue that this was justice. She deserved this struggle, deserved the pain the virus brought. Deserved to have problems with concentrating to make things better.

Who was she kidding about that, anyway?

She's a little delayed with the text, if only because she had been working when it came through. ]

I can spare a short while, but I should not spend too much time away from work.
20B Woodhurst Court.

[ That's it, she presumes he'll turn up when he can after that. ]