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Don't Skip Your Flu Shot

Who: Everyone! It's a mingle post for the first week of Struxta sickness!!
Where: All around the temple
When: During the first week of the sickness
Rating PG?? At most??
What: Curry, blankets and pillow forts, and other assorted sick things

[With the Struxta illness sweeping through the temple like a wildfire, and with so many new arrivals trying to get adjusted to temple living, it's probably no surprise that things around the Astoria's little pocket of space have gotten a little hectic. Feeling under the weather? Looking for something warm to soothe that scratchy throat? Just want to curl up underneath a pile of blankets and not move for like, seven hours or so? Never fear! A Mysterious Helper (TM) has you covered]

A. Curry in the Kitchen

[The kitchen smells extremely nice during lunchtime this week, the only meal of the day that isn't pre-prepared by the misty servants. Like the scent of coffee intermingled with complementary spices. Those who take the initiative to investigate will find something pleasant waiting for them. A few pots of fresh made curry and steamed rice; a few pots of miso soup (a. . . little on the salty side, sorry); and some freshly brewed coffee already poured into individual mugs, along with cream and sugar and whatever additives your heart desires. It's all strewn out across the counter tops with a handwritten note pinned against the wall above the stove:]

Help yourself, and get well soon.

[There isn't any sign of the mysterious chef when you enter the kitchen, and if you arrive near the end of lunch hour, some of the food and coffee miiiiight be a bit cold. But hey! This might be a good chance to mingle with some of your new coworkers who are also seeking out a warm meal to help quell some of their cold symptoms. Just please don't sneeze into the curry pot, thanks. . .]

[Lunch will be laid out in the kitchen every day at lunchtime for the entire first week of the sickness. Help yourselves!]

B. The Temple Hallways

[THERE ARE BLANKETS AND PILLOWS EVERYWHERE]

[. . . no, seriously. For some reason, it's like you can't even walk down a hallway without tripping over a bundled up blanket or a pillow. What's up with that! For the most part, they're normal bedtime accessories, although you may find a bundle of pillows and blankets stacked up into an ENTIRE PILLOW FORT if you're lucky.]

[Pinned to the walls of the hallways (not every hallway, but enough of them that it should be easy to find one of the signs without wandering for too long) are more handwritten signs:]

Whoever can build the tallest pillow fort will receive one (1) high five as a grand prize. Good luck. Blanket provider is not responsible for anyone accidentally falling asleep in the hallways and blocking your route back to your bedroom.

[Hm. Well, that's weird. Anyway! You can build a pillow fort if you want, grab some blankets to take back to your room, or. . . nap in the hallways. Or do whatever! They're all free for the taking. Maybe you could even team up with another Circle member to try and win that extremely coveted high five??]

C. Wildcard

[Don't feel like interacting with any of the above? That's okay! Make your own prompt based on the event stuff over here, or just use this post for. . . whatever you want! It's totally and completely open for mingling for new and old characters alike, so. HAVE FUN ♥]

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I just did. Tell you about it. You know what - nevermind.

[ tony suddenly looks so very tired, wrinkling his nose as he looks down into his cup after hank's commentary. maybe eating food prepared by sick people is a bad idea, but it smells so good... ]

It looks... boiled. So it's probably safe, right? That's totally a thing. [ he has no idea if that's right but here he is taking his own gulp of coffee. that's one nail in his coffin, curry can be the next one. ] ...Did you say hangover? Please say there's booze here. Blink twice for no, yell unintelligibly for yes.

[He huffs a laugh, then grins.]

I don't know, unintelligible yelling would probably scare all the sick people. But, uh, wine at breakfast and dinner, a guy told me. Other than that-

[Hank shrugs, his grin turned into a 'what can you do' kind of grimace, and taps his temple.]

This is a scotch hangover, from when I got here. Sorry to get your hopes up. Uh, I mean, unless you're a wine guy, in which case - wheee! Happy days!

Edited 2018-09-09 10:44 (UTC)

Witch wine? Thanks but hard pass.

[ maybe he'll just stick to the coffee. scotch sounds so good though, and his gaze goes far away for a moment, only brought back by hank's whooping and carrying on. it gets a slow blink before he remembers he asked for it. ]

That was either one hell of a label or you had a whole barrel full of it. [ if he sounds envious, well... ]

[He huffs, a pleased noise, at the memory. Well, the memory itself is a pretty fucking shitty one but, details. The idea of having spent a night drinking good scotch, yeah, he likes that just fine.]

A little bit of both. I guess I'm lucky, unless someone just decides to make some really good shit really soon. What's the point of a weird fucking dream like this if I can't dream up something good to drink, too?

But hey, witch wine might turn out to be better than we think. You don't think so?

You think this is a dream?

[ he looks around. it seems pretty fucking real to him, even if getting along with steve decently is new. he also doesn't tend to have dreams that aren't nightmares and he can't figure out if this qualifies. ]

I think I don't accept booze from my kidnappers. That's like, Stranger Danger 101.

Look, what makes more sense? That some lady twiddled her fingers and, poof! I'm living in a magical land where I'm gonna save a world! All the worlds! Just pop around saving everybody who needs it. Cause that's what were here for, right? Or that this little town full of heroes and little bite sized dragons and guys who say they're from a couple days in my future, that all that's just a kind of boring, weird coma dream? And in that case, I might as well drink the wine - and the coffee, and the food. If someone's really determined, they can drug anything.

[That's what Tony's worried about, right? Drugged wine? Well, don't worry, your friendly neighborhood detective can tell you that, if Astoria wants them all drugged, they probably already are. Hank's waving arm sloshes some lukewarm coffee on his hand and he looks at the coffee, realizes it's there, and takes a sip. And then promptly reaches for the sugar. That first drink of black coffee's great, but he's already a little hungover, still, he doesn't need to suffer.]

How weird is your hometown that you're even considering believing all this is actually happening?

I'm on an elite superhero team with a supersoldier, a superspy, a giant green rage monster and a god from outer space. Oh, and some guy that shoots arrows, whatever. And one time aliens invaded NYC because the god-guy's brother stole a big magic rock. So actually... yeah, this place could be a walk in the park.

[ but it isn't. he'd rather be in the cold vacuum of space than at the mercy of this psycho witch. but hank is wrong, this is real. this might be the realist thing he's ever been a party to. ]

Once you sober up, I'll take my 'I told you so' in any form. Spoken word, written letter... Feel free to get creative.

[Hank stares at him. Then Hank looks down at his coffee, cultivating a pointedly unimpressed look while he stirs more sugar into it. If the other guy's waiting for Hank to admit that being told something like that is proof that it's true, Hank's look is meant to say, he is going to be waiting for a long, long time.]

Ah. So you're nuts too. Great. Why wouldn't you be? Must be nice to just go with the flow of whatever happens to pop into your head in the moment, bet that does make being stuck here a whole lot easier.

[ all tony can do is roll his eyes, drinking down more of his black coffee, the bitterness lending him the edge he needs right now. ]

I used to be just like you. I thought I had all the answers. No, the truth is? I envy you. Nothing compares to the bliss of willful ignorance.

You got that right.

[Hank lifts his coffee in a toast, turning half-away from the guy and leaning back against the counter.]

So you believe all this magic bullshit, you think all the cross dimensional community service stuff makes just as much sense as uh, rock monsters from outer space, or whatever - [Look, the only part of the guy's 'explanation' he really took in was 'hey wow what the fuck', and who could blame him.] - and you're still worried about drinking drugged wine? Don't you figure you could just zap your drinks clean with your magic fingers?

[ wow, this guy listens about as well as he does. pepper would call this karmic retribution, wouldn't she? ]

I'm more of a science guy actually, not like Bill Nye, but like an actual one with expertise. But whoever's really doing this — if it's that witch or someone, something else? They know they couldn't put me in a cage with a bunch of people where the way out is a physics problem. I'd have us all out by lunchtime.

[Hank raises his eyebrows. That much ego doesn’t necessarily mean the guy doesn’t have the skills to back that up, but still. Wow.]

So you believe in all this magic shit because if it was real shit, you’d have it figured out by now. That’s great, next time I got a lab report to turn in I’ll call you, but you can’t call the rest of us poor idiots ignorant for not using the same logic. I mean, I’ve never even seen you before, what reason do I have to believe in those fabulous skills you say you got?

Edited (phone typing ) 2018-09-12 18:29 (UTC)

Sorry, but the witch who kidnapped us didn't pack my credentials!

[ what the FUCK man. tony sounds angry, but it's not really for hank. it's for astoria, and this stupid place. ]

I have two Masters degrees from MIT, Electrical Engineering and Physics. I have a multibillion-dollar company that specializes in green energy around the world and I'm a household name. So yeah, I expect you to take my word for it.

Just the other week I took a guy in who told me I couldn’t, the president herself made him commissioner and he was gonna have me fired. Think I shoulda called him sir?

[‘I’m a household name,’ right. This fuckin guy.]

I’m going to tell you what I told him: prove it. Shouldn’t be too hard to figure out a way, what with those two whole degrees you got.

[ actually... tony remembers something he has, something that's virtually useless, but still he's pulling up a video on his phone. a phone he designed, but hank won't believe that either, will he?

he queues up a video and hands it over so the other man can watch it play through. ]

That's at the biggest Tech-spo in the world, aptly named after me, five years ago.

Tech-spo?

[Hank takes the phone, already looking like he's tasting something bad, and that look only gets more pronounced as the video goes on. A couple sentences in to the speech Hank stops the video and grimaces at the other man - Stark, apparently.]

Look, everything I've learned from this I already knew from listening to you talk about yourself for like, two seconds. Are you really gonna make me watch the whole thing?

Technological Convention. That was the last year I was really hands-on, but-

[ oh for fuck's sake. he snatches his phone back and stops the recording. ]

Why don't you go work on waking up, while I do the real work around here.

[He barks a breathy laugh, his smile wide and disbelieving.]

What real work, telling everyone how smart you are? What a trial that must be for you.

[ he clenches his fist, trying to allow the anger to energize him rather than take him over. ]

I just want to help. And I don't care if you believe me.

[ maybe saying it will make him believe it himself. ]

[He considers that, then nods, lips pursed]

Welp. If you figure out a way to talk us all back home you let me know, and I'll be ready to help too. That sound like a plan?

Yeah, you'll be the first one I look up.

[ n o t. tony shakes his head and starts carting his coffee down the hall. he's had about enough of this. ]

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