Mexico shenanigans group log [OPEN]

[inchesofevil]

WHO: The Mexico evacuees!
WHERE: Mexico City (or also anywhere en route between the porter cities and there)
WHEN: Feb 15 onwards, through the duration of the coup
WHAT: Do you want Mexico shenanigans? Here is your catch-all/mingle post for Mexico shenanigans, please enjoy. (See the OOC mod post for details.)
WARNINGS: Please put warnings in your subjectlines if necessary!

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[mathemagier]

What!?

[The exclamation sounds muted through a closed door, but the word echoes around the bathroom. Hermann hurriedly finishes dressing and flattens his damp hair in the mirror before emerging out into the main room.

Where a very sick or drunken Qubit is braced around Newton's shoulders. Hermann stares a moment, then edges closer with increasing concern.]

Qubit? My word, what's happened to you? Are you injured? Do you need us to call anyone?

[superposition]

Newt, don't-

[Whatever pithy remark he was going to make here is lost, though, because no sooner has he got his arm around Newt's shoulder than he doubles over dry-heaving, leaning on him heavily for support. Fortunately, his stomach's been empty for hours, but still. He has to catch his breath for a second before he can really answer.]

I'm... I'm not hurt. No. Just... let me sit down.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[ Sadly, as of late Newt's had way too much practice trying to shuffle another grown man to a place to sit, so with only the expected difficulty (why is everyone taller than him?) he eases himself and Qubit in the direction of the nearest bed and finally lowers Qubit to the mattress. A two-bed hotel room was what had been immediately available when they checked in; at the time, the convenience of just having a room was worth the extra expense. He didn't actually expect to use it. ]

Hermann. Less gawking, more action. At least get the man a glass of water. [And, as he places a small trashcan closer to Qubit:] How many portals did you open to earn this?

[superposition]

[A chair would have done, you know. But whatever, he doesn't care. He rests his face in his hands, but only until he needs to shoot Newt a confused, incredulous look.]

What are you talking about? I don't get teleport sickness. [He sounds almost offended. The very idea.]