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(NPC Post, CW for unsettling description) EMERGENCY BROADCAST - Video
This is T-O-D, Deputy of Ingress Contingency Coordination. We are entering a level two state contamination across all known regions--I told them we needed to regulate travel, but nooo.... and THIS. Is Ema.
[The camera turns from the round robotic speaker toward a tendril-faced being who looks slightly ill. Or just embarrassed. Those who have traveled with the Savrii's diplomatic groups might recognize the individual at hand as a mid-clearance representative. They might even understand the shy wave of her tentacles, before a high, sarcastic voice cuts off the gesture.]
Ema went out with that fiasco on the asteroid. Ema decided to cut loose. Relax! Why not? It's not like the assessors trusted with the fate of the multiverse thought it was dangerous!
...but. Ema keeps a sensible security system installed around her room. And that's how we were able to discover this.
[The TAB feed switches to a dimmer video with a timestamp in the lower left corner. Almost exactly three days ago-- the night of the celebration on Asteroid 276. It shows Ema stumbling outside of her quarters and vomiting into the hallways of Region Four. The tentacled woman stumbles away in distress, leaving behind a messy coating of red-grey...
...which quivers. Shudders. And crawls offscreen, a rolling, seething mess of flesh--]
Consuming untested phenomenon. Smuggling of a potential biohazard. And this from a planet vetted as safe? I understand many of you biologicals keep parasites of your own, but this is an obvious breach of interuniversal quarantine procedures, and requires immediate assessment and response.
[TOD vibrates in the air, high voice reaching a crescendo of frenzied importance.]
Testing stations are being set up in Burg One of Chioni and all populated regions of Kauto. All inhabitants of Thisavrou who have engaged in Ingress travel over the last two cycles are required to report to mandatory decontamination and debriefing. That's two hundred days for the calculation-challenged idiots out there! If you know of anyone experiencing similar symptoms, provide their names, along with anything they've touched, to the nearest Contingency Coordinator or intermediary. Especially if they haven't reported in!
I hope the urgency of the situation has been fully impressed on you. If, however, you have further questions, you may submit them for review.
[[ooc: More info on the decontamination will be posted in the monthly log. For OOC questions, head this way!]]
[The camera turns from the round robotic speaker toward a tendril-faced being who looks slightly ill. Or just embarrassed. Those who have traveled with the Savrii's diplomatic groups might recognize the individual at hand as a mid-clearance representative. They might even understand the shy wave of her tentacles, before a high, sarcastic voice cuts off the gesture.]
Ema went out with that fiasco on the asteroid. Ema decided to cut loose. Relax! Why not? It's not like the assessors trusted with the fate of the multiverse thought it was dangerous!
...but. Ema keeps a sensible security system installed around her room. And that's how we were able to discover this.
[The TAB feed switches to a dimmer video with a timestamp in the lower left corner. Almost exactly three days ago-- the night of the celebration on Asteroid 276. It shows Ema stumbling outside of her quarters and vomiting into the hallways of Region Four. The tentacled woman stumbles away in distress, leaving behind a messy coating of red-grey...
...which quivers. Shudders. And crawls offscreen, a rolling, seething mess of flesh--]
Consuming untested phenomenon. Smuggling of a potential biohazard. And this from a planet vetted as safe? I understand many of you biologicals keep parasites of your own, but this is an obvious breach of interuniversal quarantine procedures, and requires immediate assessment and response.
[TOD vibrates in the air, high voice reaching a crescendo of frenzied importance.]
Testing stations are being set up in Burg One of Chioni and all populated regions of Kauto. All inhabitants of Thisavrou who have engaged in Ingress travel over the last two cycles are required to report to mandatory decontamination and debriefing. That's two hundred days for the calculation-challenged idiots out there! If you know of anyone experiencing similar symptoms, provide their names, along with anything they've touched, to the nearest Contingency Coordinator or intermediary. Especially if they haven't reported in!
I hope the urgency of the situation has been fully impressed on you. If, however, you have further questions, you may submit them for review.
[[ooc: More info on the decontamination will be posted in the monthly log. For OOC questions, head this way!]]
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My participation was very light, but I believe I've also been exposed. I suspect whatever... that was, compelled me to go outside before any vomiting occurred, hence the lack of this event being captured on security feeds.
[ And he had A LOT of security in his condo. ]
I take medication to help me with insomnia, but immediately after I got home from the party I fell asleep. The nightmare I had was also unusual, nothing that matched my previous pattern of dreaming. I woke up outside and only became fully lucid after... expelling everything.
Possibly related: persisting feeling of hunger, indigestion and emptiness, despite eating properly and no recent psychological stressors that would induce such a reaction from me.
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Oh. OH! You're infected?!
Yes, yes, ABSOLUTELY report to the nearest center. I'll forward your data there-- it's best if you avoid contact with surfaces en route. As well as other parties, of course. You haven't touched anyone since the event, have you?
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And I went to a local physician the morning after. Should I contact them or should I leave that up to the center?
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