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[grunehexe]

This is Sieglinde Sullivan, the Green Witch.

I shall not waste my time or yours with much pleasantries. The situation is dire, as you know.

Several of our number have been working tirelessly to develop a vaccine to this virus, and hopefully a cure.

Tests of the vaccine are proceeding smoothly, and we have seen positive results so far- it may be available within one or two weeks time if all continues to go well and no adverse effects present themselves.

I cannot guarantee nor estimate potential cures, and it is not my intent to elevate your hopes, but know that we have several leads we are exploring. Samples of blood, particularly from those of the non-humans within our ranks who are or may be immune to the virus, are much needed at this time if you have not already been solicited.

To protect against the possibility of contamination, four of us have set up in separate locations.

Urahara Kisuke, in the hospital laboratories. Peter Parker, in the university laboratories. Sonia Nevermind, at her apartment residence, 20B of Woodhurst Court. I myself have relocated from the hospital to a residential office, at 45 Pinehurst Drive.

Samples or supplies are welcome there. The others may speak for themselves, but in my case, I will not tolerate any distractions or intrusions, so please do not abuse the knowledge of that address.

[ooc; just a note from some of the Team Science members so that characters can have a better IC idea of what's going down on that front! Stay tuned for more OOC and IC info on/near the 25th!]

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[grunehexe]

It is a... cultural practice. One breaks and pushes back the arch of the feet, then bends back the toes and binds them to achieve a small, pointed shape.

[Was that the best way to phrase it? Perhaps it was, without delving into the exact reasons why she'd had that done.]

You mean the Woodhurst mission itself, or the virus outbreak?

[His question draws her eye, though, and she points to the sink.]

It will sometimes no longer dispense hot water, but yes.

[scrap_metal]

[ Genos expression is quite horrified at the mention of the details. He can't imagine the reason to do it, but then he remembers that they all come from different worlds, heck, not everyone are humans, different values and all... ]

I... see. I'm sorry you had to go through this. [ Not empty words, he means it.

He doesn't need hot water, he can heat it up himself. Because that's his plan. Get the water, and use the exhaust port on his palm to generate small flame. Counting time till when rice will be ready he's going to stand like that for some time. ]

And I meant the virus, yes.

[grunehexe]

[He's sorry. Everyone is, and she isn't, not really, and it's too hard to explain and too personal for her to begin to delve into in a place and time like this, so Sieglinde only hums low and nods a bit vaguely.

She wishes it did, but "sorry" rarely made her feel any better. Nor erase the fact that she sometimes felt... she never should have unbound them at all.]

The virus has been identified for [exact # of days cause Sieg's a freak but I'm not] days, yes. Did you have any que-

[It's at this point, though, that she notices... how he is heating the water, staring openly for a moment.]

... are you... a mechanical creature?

[Wait a minute-]

[scrap_metal]

Correct, my body is artificially constructed. The cloaking covers that up.

[ That's obvious and doesn't need to be stated, but oh well. ]

That's why I signed for heavy-lifting to help.

[ Which he isn't doing right now, because cooking. But keeping the brains of the operation fed, is also important. He might not be able to offer a verbal morale boost, and can be too rude to properly word comfort, but at least he can try and provide with some benefiting actions. ]

[grunehexe]

... I see.

[Were this another moment, not days from Patroclus' death, days away from a breakthrough on her cure, Sieglinde would be far more interested in that detail, and Genos would need brace himself for a barrage of questions. As it was, she just... slowly nods, examining what she can with just looking before turning away.]

I have never met a mechanical being who was as smart as you. It is quite impressive.

[At least, she doesn't think she has...

That's a compliment, she hopes.]

[scrap_metal]

[ It's a bit weird worded, and Genos soon realizes why. ]

Were other mechanical beings you've met fully artificial creations? [ or just in short ] Robots, I mean.

[ Despite having mechanical body, he's not one. But it's a common misconceptions, he met with it before ]

[grunehexe]

[Ah, yes. That was the word.]

I believe so, yes. Do you mean to imply you are only partially so?

[She had pulled apart the mechanical horses in Perdition's Rest, examined what machinations made their "hearts" beat and what made their legs move to the urging of their riders, but something as complex as a person... ?]

[scrap_metal]

Correct. I was born human.

[ The water seems to be boiling now, so Genos adjusts the fire accordingly, to let the rice simmer ]

I've only acquired this body few years ago.