HazMat Log 005 ♔ The great multicolored north

[anelegantmyth]

Who: Hazardous Materials
Where: Dermaevern, Breakneck Cay and eventually Candy Mountain
When: 5/1-5/31
What: Exploring the north and making Gaius' diet last longer than it should be
Warnings: bore sharks, sugar-free torture, wine that makes you high as balls and our impending doom
Style: Any!
Status: Open if you're in the area?

Hazardous Materials' May log of doom! Date your stuff, you all know the drill.

5/1-5/7: Sailing to Dermaevern
5/8-5/15: Dermaevern Shenanigans!
5/16-5/22: Sailing to Breakneck Cay
5/23-5/24: Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to go here?
5/25-5/31: Hunting down Candy Mountain

Comments

[itspizzatime]

[He groaned, very sharply, head dropping forward like he didn't WANT to. It was a silent protest to something he was going to do anyhow. Arm over Leo's neck, he let the other help him up. Getting wobbly up to his feet, taking a moment to stop the swimming of his brain.]

[There was the sound of him swallowing back a moment of sudden need to wretch again, but he didn't. It was good. He tested his feet, then nodded once, letting out a foul breath and sigh]

Dude... never gonna eat... again.

[the_dancing_dork]

[He already felt alarmed when he heard Mikey swallow, he just hoped that he could hold it in until they got on the ship and he could find a bucket or something. He helped Mikey walk slowly but steadily.

But that comment peaked Leo's curiosity and got the brain thinking.]

Oh? So then what exactly did you have before you got sick Mikey?

[itspizzatime]

[don't worry. He's pretty good about this. He can hold it if he needs to. But he's alright at the moment!]

[Just wobbly. Ug.]

T-things? I was restockin' the... the galley. [he let out a huff of air, walking along with Leo weakly] I nibble. [it was a sad confession! He Nibbles on the food he gets for you all, sob!]

[the_dancing_dork]

[And that get shim to stop mid-step real quick]

You do what? [He sighed, noting to get after Mikey for that later as he resumed walking.]

So then you nibbled on something that caused you to get sick then? Ugh, Mikey don't you ever check what you're eating before you put it in your mouth?

[itspizzatime]

[Ah! No sudden stops! he wobbled and paused, head down. No, don't scold him, he's sick!]

[Whine. They were moving again. Dang it Leo]

It was busy work. I was hungry. I was checking it all... [protests, grumping now. Leo, you think he's SO stupid, don't you. The kitchen is his kingdom though. He KNOWS food.]

Better me then you... [he said this in the smallest of mumbles, about checking what he eats.]

[the_dancing_dork]

[You just told him that you nibble on the food that you get that feeds the crew, what else is he supposed to think?

Ugh. I'm gonna have to get Donnie to check for sure, but you probably got food poisoning or something like that. For now, the first thing you're doing is getting into the bunk room and staying int here until I find Donnie. Got it?

[Speaking of which, they've reached the ship. No w to get Mikey onto it.]

[itspizzatime]

[siiigh. He's very careful with food, Leo! He really is. And it was all sold at the little market! And good deals too. Just, you know, the berries he got were sold at a distillery stand near the fruit stands. Seemed reasonable to him.]

[He stood before the ship and just stared at it. Man this sucked. And he was purple]

Apples. Or Berries. Was going to make pies to freeze. [he groaned, wanting to sit down now. Forget the boat] Leo lemme stay out here. [he says as he starts to slump, as if he'd rather sit on the dock then get on the boat. Whine whine]

[the_dancing_dork]

[Too bad Mikey, Leo already decided that you're getting onto the ship, so you're getting onto the ship.]

We're almost there Mikey. Come on, I know how to get you up there.

[He re-positioned Mikey so that he was behind him and had both arms around his neck as he got close enough tot he ship where he could climb up. He waited for Mikey to lift his legs so that Leo could carry him up piggyback-style.]

[itspizzatime]

[Whiiinneeee. He felt like poop. He didn't want to move. Baw.]

[He also hadn't been given a You-are-sick piggy back ride in a while. Then again the last time he got sick was the turtle pox and that was--we don't... talk about that. The time before that was a you-got-hurt-beyond-all-reason piggy back ride, and that sucked more.]

[This all sucks. He whined more, but moved to hold on, eyes closed and wordlessly complaining with little groans]

[the_dancing_dork]

[When he felt like Mikey's hold was secure enough, Leo proceeded to clime aboard he ship. Luckily Mikey didn't weigh too terribly much, at least it was nothing that he couldn't handle. So getting onto the deck wasn't too difficult.

Once finally on the ship, he made his way into the bunk room. He approach Mikey's hammock and proceeded to carefully put him in it before adjusting him to fully laying in it.]

Alright, I'm gonna go grab a bucket. I'll be right back.

[Whether Mikey replied or not, Leo was already off.]

[itspizzatime]

[he felt like death warmed over! And he could SEE his skin was PURPLE. His pretty green skin, sob. He lay in his hammock, shell down belly up, and groaned softly.]

[By time Leo got back, Miss Cluckinton would be sitting neatly in his middle, and his head, legs and arms were sucked inside his shell, laying on his back, done for. So done with this.]

[Miss Cluckington clucked at Leo on his return. She's not moving.]

[the_dancing_dork]

[He came back to see the scene. he had forgotten about the chicken. But he'd worry about it later, he wasn't going to move her.

Instead he walked over to Mikey and poked his plastron.]

Mikey, I got the bucket. So if yous till need to... you know... then get out and do it now before you do it inside your shell.

[itspizzatime]

[How dare you! Lady Cluckington is so sweet. How could you forget about her? She's the sweetest chicken ever. Some day she will lay eggs too. For cakes.]

[But seriously, the comment made him groan and he popped his head out and his arms and legs came out again and he flopped there, groaning.]

Gross. Leo... that's gross. [he held a wobbly finger up at him, as if pointing at him, but he got too lazy and let it fall, swinging at his side. Groan]

Never. Ever. Eating again. Leo... tell our brothers.... I love them.

[gasp and he lets his head fall back.]

[the_dancing_dork]

[Over-dramatic much Mikey? Leo sighs as he puts the bucket where Mikey can grab it.]

I think you'll live Mikey. When you feel like throwing up, just grab the bucket and I'll dump it. I'll get Donnie to check you later, for now I'll be over at my hammock if you need me.

[Because he wasn't going to leae his brother on his own (not counting the chicken) right noe.]