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Who: Kat and You!
What: Sick Spartan is Sick.
When: Today
Where: Hanger
Rating: PG until further notice

Kat had been sick once before because of the castle, and when she started to come down with the symptoms of a cold again - while several of the other residents also exhibited symptoms - she decided to just keep to herself.

Still, the Spartan in her won't let her just lay in bed and rest it out; she's slowly continuing work on the tank, which is steadily starting to look more and more like a tank, despite having to stop for coughing fits or interrupt for frequent rests.

She has, however, left the hangar bay doors open because the day is so nice, so anyone wandering by is invited to come and watch the Spartan struggle as her infection strenghtens throughout the day.

[[ooc: Please indicate morning, noon, or evening to determine where in the inection Kat is at :3 ]]

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Wash had been getting concerned by all the reports of illness. He'd been mostly avoiding the people he knew were sick... But at the same time, he wanted to check up on Kat. He worries about her sometimes.

"Kat? Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here. No better place to be then what I've built with my own hands. What do you need?"

She's got the tank partially propped up on ramps, working on the undercarriage and banging away with confidence. She's really come a ways so far.

Wash couldn't help smiling under his helmet at that. "Just wanted to see how you're doing. I know a lot of people have been getting sick today... How have you been?"

"Didn't feel so great this morning, but I got over it, which isn't at all surprising."

She reaches out for one of her tools, accidentally knocking one of the supports keeping the tank up. It wobbles for just a moment before giving out completely, dropping the tank down on one side -- the side Kat was, of course, under.

Wash could help a yell of surprise at that, and he's trying to push the tank off where Kat was, as silly a gesture as it might be... "KAT!"

There's a moment with no response, but then the tank groans to the side with the scream of metal against metal as Kat essentially pushes it off. Once it's out of the way, she stands and brushes herself off.

"Guess I should look for a different support system."

Wash is in shock at that. He knows Spartans aren't usually that invulnerable. "Kat? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine." She saunters over to him, taking her helmet off and smirking proudly. "Why wouldn't I be? I'm a Spartan."

Wash frowns at that. "Spartans are not immortal, Kat. You showed me that a long time ago."

"Yes, well most Spartans aren't me. If Isis showed up again? I could take her."

She's right up infront of him now. "Take off your helmet, I want to give you something."

Washington is frowning under his helmet at that. "Are you feeling all right, Kat? You sure as hell couldn't take her before."

However, he doesn't think too much of the helmet request, pulling it off. "What is it?"

What could have been an almost affectionate moment changes in an instant with Washington's comment. In the midst of reaching toward him, she suddenly grabs his neck and holds tight, sneering at him openly, grotequely.

"Don't you bring that up. That never happened, got it?!"

She shoves him back and then snaps her glove off with that Spartan quick movements, and reaches out to smack him on the forehead with her bare hand.

Washington cries out at that, trying to pry her fingers off his neck. "Kat!"

But he's too slow and too shocked at being attacked by a friend that he doesn't try to move out of the way of her reaching for his forehead.

She smacks him on the forehead, then steps back and tugs her glove back on.

"I have no faults. It'd be best if you remembered that for future reference."

"I'm sorry. Wow..." But he's got a headache already starting as he moves to put his helmet back on. "I don't know what your problem is today..."

"My problem is people not giving me the recognition I deserve."

"I'm not trying to do that, Kat."

Washington can't help a cough... But he felt fine before. The hell?

"You should be telling people about Noble, about me and my silent contribution. It's about time these people knew what I was really worth."

Wash frowns, pulling away. "If you say so. Are you feeling all right, Kat? For some reason.,. I'm suddenly not feeling so good."

"I'm feeling fine, you should stop asking that. I'm a Spartan, remember? We don't get sick."

Tilting her head at him. "You, on the other hand, should probably go lie down."

Washington frowns at that. "I guess you're right... But this place is strange. You never know what kind of diseases could show up."

He moves his hand to his head. "I think I'm going to have to. This is... Bad. Really sudden though."

"Strange, yes, but nothing I can't handle. And you? you don't have my metabolism, go lie down."

"I'm sure. I'll go. Thanks for honoring me with your time."

Yea, that was probably sarcasm. "I'll see you around."

She catches that sarcasm,and sneers back at him. "You'd better be glad I deigned you worth my time; who else in this place has the brainpower to build an armory and air support from the ground up?"

Washington knew something was wrong, just from that... But he also knew he was already feeling too sick to try to handle her. "Fine. Whatever you say, Kat."

He turned to leave at that.

Harper had been meaning to check out the hangar, but had gotten distracted messing about with the CastleNet, working on firewall and security protocols, and also trying to get home. Trying to work out 4th dimension equations is distracting.

Still, here he is, poking his head around the door to the hangar, a flexi in one hand, taking in the equipment and giving a low, appreciative whistle.

"Niiiice."

Kat stands from where she'd been working on building a tank in addition to the extensive armory and Falcon she'd constructed in her two years here.

"Always nice to see someone appreciate my work. You a fan of military hardware?"

She herself is just over 7' in her armor, her right arm a robotic prosthesis. While in the best of times she's quietly proud of the work she does, infected she can't hear enough singing praise about her accomplishments.

Walking further in, letting the hand with the flexi fall to his side to look around.

"Yeah. You can say I am. Most of this stuff is ground attack, inter-planetary, right?"

He's going to wander over to the Falcon. Old-style, sure, but not even the Home Guard had some of the stuff on these babies.

"Though I will say some of this stuff is pretty out-dated where I come from."

"Exactly. Falcon offered air-support and ferried fire-teams around the planet, the Scorpion here could take out Anti-Air artillery. Every Frigate was well-stocked, I just felt the castle should be too."

Yup, she's definately proud of what she's done. "I would have built a Longsword, or even a Saber -- don't think I can't -- but the castle's power barrier would instantly make them useless. This awful place wo't let me reach my full potential."

She wanders over to him. "You in the military, in your world?"

"Wait, there's a power barrier?" No-one mentioned this to him before. This could cause some complications...

And, as much as Harper hates to admit it. "I guess being the Chief Engineer on the most powerful warship in the Tri-Galaxies makes me sorta military. I'm a honourary Lieutenant in the Commonwealth High Guard."

Honourary is dependant on who he's speaking to at the time.

"Oh, you're that new? Yes, past a certain point; all magic and technological devices stop working."

She looks around at her shop. "What I wouldn't give to be able to spread my wings."

She looks down at him appraisingly. A Lieutenant Commander herself, she was interested in what ranks were represented here. "So how is it, being an Honourary Lieutenant?"

She unclasps the armored glove on her left hand and reaches out to touch Harper's forehead, as if she could guage his military prowess through touch. Or, you know, infect him with the virus.

"So, uh... Point as in advancement or distance?" Because this is important. He needs to know if his research will be pointless or not...

"And, basically, when Captain Hunt says jump, I jump. I'm only an officer when he needs me to be." Thank god. Harper definitely doesn't seem the military type, even for the High Guard Argosy, the space navy of the Commonwealth.

When Kat touches his forehead, however, he was too busy looking at the Scorpion. He instantly jerks back, backing off a step. "Hey, hey. Woah. Look, but don't touch!"

"Hm. It's not for everyone, to be an officer around the clock. The UNSC should be glad they have me."

She just stands there and watches him, unaffected. "It's my hangar, I can do what I want."

Okay. Gonna back up a few more steps from the crazy armoured chick. He'd have no problem if he could see her face, likely. Harper is a sucker for a beautiful lady.

"R-Right, but isn't touching guys foreheads a bit... yanno... weird?"

Well this is just the perfect moment to reach up and remove her helmet. If he a sucker for very tall, muscular, short-haired ethnic women with facial scars, he's in luck.

"Weird for who? You don't have anything to fear; I'm a Spartan. I'm mankind's greatest weapon. Without me? They'd be paste."

He's a sucker for most women. Not gonna lie. Which means his jaw's going to drop slightly, before he realises that this is the weirdo face-toucher.

"Who said I was scared? I've faced down tons of stuff before." A pause. "I just don't like people in my personal space."

"I'm not just anyone, you know. I'm Noble Two. I built this," Expanding her arms wide to indicate the hangar. "There's nothing I can't do."

Standing straight and proud, a look of smug satisfaction on her face.

Ooookaaaay. Obviously crazy person.

"I bet I could name a few things." And because baiting her is totally a good idea, Seamus.

Kat saunters up to cover the few backsteps Seamus had made.

"Really? Why don't you go ahead and try me."

Oh god. Where did this headache come from? He takes another few steps back, stumbling slighty because he was dizzy.

A question... a question... he could only think of one...

"From the beginning, what are the ten radical isotopes?" A low blow, but he was being squared up to by a six-foot-something woman in armour.

"You, you think you're funny, don't you? Just give me ten minutes to study your world and I'd be able to name all the radical isotopes, and then some."

He thinks he's hilarious.

'Scuse him while he turns and hacks up a lung before looking back up to Kat.

"Okay. Here's the deal. I give you the list of radical isotopes. If you can figure out how to make 'em, you'll have the satisfaction of knowing something I don't."

Also, its a distraction because he just has to have some of those tools...

"You're on." She's brilliant enough that it could just work.

Harper moves off to a table, stripping out a peice of paper from his journal and writes down ten elemental isotopes:

Dongor -17
Krasnov -307
Simonsium -211
Lu -31
Metite -239
Hyduron -173
Kartex -79
Tucharium -5
Sharbar -101
Ulanium -127

"Here we go, the ten radical isotopes of elements found across the tri-galaxies. Have fun." He slides the paper towards her.

Why, yes, those are all negative mass isotopes.

Edited 2012-11-26 00:53 (UTC)

Harper's mistake was assuming she'd somehow be dismayed by any of this, but in reality it's a challenge and the impossibility of it just makes her that much more interested in proving it. Entirely confident in her skills, she gets right to work.

Harper would be considering that a mistake if he wasn't starting to slide off and steal some tools that are left here and there.

He needs them, after all.

"Let me know if you figure it out. Name's Harper. I'll leave you to it."

And then turns to leave, hopefully before Kat notices the tools missing...

Normally, she might have noticed right away, but her pride's consuming her on this task and she can't be bothered to do more than a dismissive wave in his general direction.

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evening I'd say, so that she can infect Wash

eeeeeyup :3

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Evening so she can infect Harper?

Yup yup! :)

Awesome~

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