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[hardedged]

[ jessica jones needs a goddamn drink.

she's read over the network, reviewing each and every post in a desperate frenzy to uncover the truth. this plague — it's hit her hard, not physically but emotionally. the infection has spread to someone close to her, and she has no idea what to do.

she hates feeling so ... helpless. ]

i need answers. this epidemic. it's more than just some flu. it's knocking people out. putting them in a goddamn coma.

nothing is working. not water or food or medicine. i don't give a damn if this involves science or magic bullshit. just tell me. how the hell do we wake them up?

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[hardedged]

if you're so goddamn great, dickhead of house prick, why haven't you tried out your powers already? find someone else to use as a guinea pig, and then we'll talk.

[tevinteraltus]

Yes. I suppose I could go door to door. "Hello, neighbor. I do so hate to bother you, but has anyone in your residence fallen into a deep slumber from which they are unable to be roused?" You are indeed a gift and we are all blessed by your perspective.

[hardedged]

better than offering up a lab rat for you to experiment on

[tevinteraltus]

You seem to have a skewed vision of what I plan to do.

[There's a moment between text lines.]

Which, admittedly, is my fault, but how to simplify...?
Healing magic is a rather difficult process, but, seeing as this "disease" is not a "disease" in the traditional sense, it most likely will not respond to healing treatments in a predictable fashion. As such, I would simply extend my senses, sensitive to the movements of magic as they are, over their form in an effort to find any tricky magic bits that may be playing havoc with their biological functions and to ascertain a inkling of their origin so as to devise a way to unmake them.

Was that clear enough to follow?

[See, Dorian, you were almost civil, and then you had to be a snarky bastard at the end again.]

[hardedged]

[ to be fair, it's not like jess is much better. ]

crystal clear, dipshit. wanna help so badly? fine. but one wrong move, and i'll rip that pornstache off your face.

[ guess who just went snooping and discovered his friendr? this girl. ]

[tevinteraltus]

[That's fine, Jessica. He's not a bad dude. Really. He thinks a lot about his mind as well as his appearance, but he cares an awful lot, actually.

It's why he hasn't just thrown up his hands in disgust and walked away, actually. People need him. He's a mage. He's morally obligated to lend a hand, regardless of the...thugs he needs to associate with.]

...that was uncalled for, but given what I assume are friends of yours are in danger, I'll allow it.
Where am I to head?

[hardedged]

i don't have friends. [ if that wasn't already obvious by now. ] my place. hurry up.

[ she attaches her address. ]

[tevinteraltus]

Truly a revelation.

[Dorian, be nice.

...Billy Kaplan prepared him for this day. He's going to paraphrase, because 'wizard' isn't precisely what he is.]

A mage is neither early nor late. He always arrives precisely when he means to.
That was a joke. Do try to lighten up. They say such tension can cause an imbalance of humors.