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abraxaslogs2024-10-27 05:22 pm
tedandroses) wrote in abraxaslogs2024-10-27 05:22 pm
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[open] we're only flying for a while
Who:Teddy
When:backdated to Oct 7th, the day after the mingle
Where: in town, Primary Settlement, Solvunn
What: Teddy's epilepsy finally catches up to her; give her a hand please?
Warnings: Um, seizure! The tonic-clonic isn't described in detail (though you are welcome to describe a character seeing it); the aftermath will be.
It’s on the way to pick up more of their tea -- Solvunn's tea, a remarkably decent replacement for their medication blended up and ritually blessed particularly for them -- that it happens. Later Teddy will think, indignantly, that’s just a little bit of insult to injury, there. (The truth is, there are very few ways to have a seizure — in public, at least — that don’t add insult to injury. It’s not exactly the most dignified of conditions.)
In the first moments, though, she’s not thinking about any of that: she’s trying mostly to figure out if she feels nauseous in a way that would be helped by food, or would be sick. It is late in the morning to not have eaten.
It’s pretty far into the morning, in general. Teddy had gotten home late from the welcome mingle for new Summoned at the Inn, and hadn’t slept easily. It had been good, seeing friends and greeting new faces. Albeit, a little melancholy with Ed gone and confirming some disappearances Teddy was hoping they were wrong about. They’d squared up to the challenge of a party in the circumstances, though: drunk and sung all the more heartily to honor those who would have if they weren't gone.
It’s not a hangover, though. Teddy’s had hangovers; she doesn't get them often, more out of a reasonable instinct for pacing and a dislike for sweet drinks than any sort of genetic blessing, but she didn't always have that self-control. This isn't that: there's no real headache, though everything does feel a little bright, the ambient sounds a little loud. The nausea's abrupt, though, a jolt of discomfort that comes with a sudden wave of -- it's like the sea's come and washed her out of her own head and left her scrabbling: more than that, it's like she dreamed it and then it happened --
Aw, fuck. It clicks, irritatingly. These little seizures happen reasonably frequently; the tea doesn't stop them any more than their own medicine did; interestingly enough -- especially considering the weird shit that happens here -- they seem to be slightly less common in Abraxas. It'll go away. Or it won't. That's the worst part, really; just having to wait and see. Teddy glances around, looking for someone to tell or somewhere to sit while it passes. They can tell a few people have noticed their pause, but it's hard to figure out who they're looking at.
Teddy takes a deep breath, trying to calm the rising fear in her stomach, but it just feels like it inflates her whole body, like now she's rising, filled like a balloon, a helium balloon, like a giant blimp Teddy floating away from Solvunn. She giggles a little, and she's vaguely aware that it won't make sense to anyone else, but she can't explain it, and even if she could she couldn't. And she's rising, rising and it was silly to be afraid, there are so many things people worry about in their bodies but up here you can see everything fits together and it's all right, there are so many colors and they're all music, and it's going to be okay.
Someone's talking to her. Except it's not words, it's like words that have gone through a vocoder, split apart and shivered into those colors, into a choir, and it's important that she know what they mean. They jerk their head toward the sound, trying to find the voice, trying to listen to what they're supposed to hear.
When she opens her eyes, Teddy's somewhere else. Someone's talking to her, and she knows she should understand, but she doesn't. And then she does.
Note: I ended up trying so hard not to make seizures a main part of Teddy's characterization that they basically became not one at all; both the previous event and the current one touch on things that Teddy experiences that make it even more difficult to tell what's going on, so it seemed like a good time to post this.
Teddy's got a Temporal Lobe Epilepsy primer on their journal:
DO feel welcome to describe the seizure third-person and don't feel afraid of offending if it's not 100% accurate, every seizure is different!
Okay, now I shush!]
When:backdated to Oct 7th, the day after the mingle
Where: in town, Primary Settlement, Solvunn
What: Teddy's epilepsy finally catches up to her; give her a hand please?
Warnings: Um, seizure! The tonic-clonic isn't described in detail (though you are welcome to describe a character seeing it); the aftermath will be.
It’s on the way to pick up more of their tea -- Solvunn's tea, a remarkably decent replacement for their medication blended up and ritually blessed particularly for them -- that it happens. Later Teddy will think, indignantly, that’s just a little bit of insult to injury, there. (The truth is, there are very few ways to have a seizure — in public, at least — that don’t add insult to injury. It’s not exactly the most dignified of conditions.)
In the first moments, though, she’s not thinking about any of that: she’s trying mostly to figure out if she feels nauseous in a way that would be helped by food, or would be sick. It is late in the morning to not have eaten.
It’s pretty far into the morning, in general. Teddy had gotten home late from the welcome mingle for new Summoned at the Inn, and hadn’t slept easily. It had been good, seeing friends and greeting new faces. Albeit, a little melancholy with Ed gone and confirming some disappearances Teddy was hoping they were wrong about. They’d squared up to the challenge of a party in the circumstances, though: drunk and sung all the more heartily to honor those who would have if they weren't gone.
It’s not a hangover, though. Teddy’s had hangovers; she doesn't get them often, more out of a reasonable instinct for pacing and a dislike for sweet drinks than any sort of genetic blessing, but she didn't always have that self-control. This isn't that: there's no real headache, though everything does feel a little bright, the ambient sounds a little loud. The nausea's abrupt, though, a jolt of discomfort that comes with a sudden wave of -- it's like the sea's come and washed her out of her own head and left her scrabbling: more than that, it's like she dreamed it and then it happened --
Aw, fuck. It clicks, irritatingly. These little seizures happen reasonably frequently; the tea doesn't stop them any more than their own medicine did; interestingly enough -- especially considering the weird shit that happens here -- they seem to be slightly less common in Abraxas. It'll go away. Or it won't. That's the worst part, really; just having to wait and see. Teddy glances around, looking for someone to tell or somewhere to sit while it passes. They can tell a few people have noticed their pause, but it's hard to figure out who they're looking at.
Teddy takes a deep breath, trying to calm the rising fear in her stomach, but it just feels like it inflates her whole body, like now she's rising, filled like a balloon, a helium balloon, like a giant blimp Teddy floating away from Solvunn. She giggles a little, and she's vaguely aware that it won't make sense to anyone else, but she can't explain it, and even if she could she couldn't. And she's rising, rising and it was silly to be afraid, there are so many things people worry about in their bodies but up here you can see everything fits together and it's all right, there are so many colors and they're all music, and it's going to be okay.
Someone's talking to her. Except it's not words, it's like words that have gone through a vocoder, split apart and shivered into those colors, into a choir, and it's important that she know what they mean. They jerk their head toward the sound, trying to find the voice, trying to listen to what they're supposed to hear.
When she opens her eyes, Teddy's somewhere else. Someone's talking to her, and she knows she should understand, but she doesn't. And then she does.
Note: I ended up trying so hard not to make seizures a main part of Teddy's characterization that they basically became not one at all; both the previous event and the current one touch on things that Teddy experiences that make it even more difficult to tell what's going on, so it seemed like a good time to post this.
Teddy's got a Temporal Lobe Epilepsy primer on their journal:
- The text describes a focal aware (and very beginning of a focal impaired awareness) seizure
- She wakes up after having had a tonic clonic
- In the last sentence he's in the post-ictal phase described here, a little past the first few paragraphs hitting the one starting "Lucidity returns".
- There's also first-aid advice etc on that page if you think your character would know it.
DO feel welcome to describe the seizure third-person and don't feel afraid of offending if it's not 100% accurate, every seizure is different!
Okay, now I shush!]
Wrap?
Chris let his fingers brush the side of Teddy's head, lightly over their hair, as they settled onto the curve of his shoulder. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the fluttering feeling beating in his chest.
"I really like you too, Teddy. And no, I'm not going anywhere. You know that rule that says you aren't allowed to move if a cat falls asleep on you? Well, the same applies to you. Sleep. I'll be here." Perfectly content at the moment at being used as a pillow. It was safer than that possessive feeling that was rattling inside him, that made him want to wrap his arms around Teddy and never let go.