Don't Skip Your Flu Shot

[purrtagonist]

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 ♥]

Comments

[billionaires]

Sweetheart, none of us are from "around here."

[ he puts it in air quotes and everything. this place isn't even a real place where people could be from. what a thing to say. her next comment earns a raised eyebrow, hands resting on his hips now. ]

It is dangerous. That's what makes it heroic. [ he holds back the 'duh' even though it's just fighting to get out. next time, little buddy. next time. ]

[sassy_assassin]

[ her eyes narrow, though she works at keeping her face pleasant. she's currently fantasizing about all the ways she could knock him out. she swallows that because she doesn't actually want to come out fighting. she's just hanging out in the doorway, arms crossed. ]

That was the joke, yes.

And I'm not sure all dangerous things are heroic. Sometimes they're just stupid.

[billionaires]

Oh, joke. Cute.

[ sorry, he's having a time of it. ]

In my case, they're almost always both.

[sassy_assassin]

That sounds relatable.

What are you working on?

[ she recognizes she interrupted him and has elected not to care ]

[billionaires]

Nothing yet. The raw materials here leave something to be desired. Like... anything of this century, for example.

[ her inconsideration doesn't actually matter since all he was doing was getting frustrated with how little he can actually do here. suddenly, some ominous sounding thunder crackles outside. uh... ]

That's me, voted most down-to-earth billionaire third year running.

[sassy_assassin]

[ she laughs at that, slightly indulgently ]

I bet that competition is really tight.

So you're a billionaire and a superhero? Your schedule must be packed.

[billionaires]

Like the MET on a Sunday. I'm also a genius, a philanthropist... [ playboy? even without pepper here, he can't make the joke. ] And off the market, otherwise I'd still be getting voted most eligible bachelor in the city, too.

[sassy_assassin]

Impressive resume. Do you also have a name?

[billionaires]

[ he folds his arms now to mimic her body posture, hearing the rain start up. maybe he'll actually sleep tonight. unlikely as that is. ]

Why, you want my autograph? [ it gets a smile though and he shrugs a shoulder. ] Tony Stark... Iron Man. The Mechanic. Take your pick.

[sassy_assassin]

[ she adjusts her body language, putting her hands in her pockets and doing a "mind if I come in all the way" gesture before letting herself step in ]

Sara Lance. Not a billionaire, though I dated one a few times, but I am a captain—under normal circumstances.

[billionaires]

It's okay, not all of us can be perfect.

[ a little nose-wrinkle to show he doesn't believe what he's saying. it's all part of a greater act. but then her words distract him from the lines of the script in his head anyway. ]

Captain. Captain of what? If these are your normal circumstances, I'm real glad we don't walk in each other's shoes. Even if you seem like the type of girl to go sensible and not stiletto.

[sassy_assassin]

Stilettos depend on the context. For example, they're great to pull off and throw at someone's head.

Captain of a time ship, actually. We travel through time and try to fix other people's mistakes... and sometimes our own. But mostly other people.

[ she's very casual about all of it, hoping to push him further off his banter and more into an authentic conversation—without giving up too much ground herself. ]

[billionaires]

[ he hasn't stepped back any, forcing her to crowd his space a little when she comes in. ]

I think that's why Pepper wears 'em too.

[ sometimes it's his head, oh well. a time ship does indeed throw him off and he's left blinking at her for a moment before he can recover properly. ]

So you're like Marty McFly with a much better fashion sense. Or maybe like... Christopher Eccleston before he had to go and get all David Tennant-y. Those were dark times, anywho.

[ see what he did there? tony claps his hands together as he twists them down, charcoal dust sprinkling to the ground. ]

So I'm a superhero of space, you do time. It seems like there's a team-up in our future. Are you getting the same vibe?

[sassy_assassin]

Our ship is a little bigger than a phone box... on the outside, anyway.

[ yeah. she's lived with nerds for like three years ]

Sure, if we can get a time ship and... whatever you need for your space...heroing.

Do you know Zari?

[billionaires]

[ he just lifts his eyebrows at that. ]

A gold-titanium exoskeleton powered by sustainable, renewable 100% green energy. Thus... Iron Man.

[ he lifts his hands again, then opens his mouth, but her question stalls whatever ramble was about to begin. zari... sounds familiar. uh. ]

She's your friend? She's smart. Not as smart as me, but that's to be expected.

[sassy_assassin]

Oh! Like the Atom suit. Too bad Ray isn't here, I think you'd have a lot to talk about.

And yes, she's my friend. She's also part of my crew. I'm just trying to get a feel for who knows what.

[billionaires]

Atom... suit.

[ tabling THAT. right, zari and sara sound like himself and cap then. team before friendship. he can't help the way his eyes rove to the two beds in the center of the room, one sloppy and haphazard and the other with perfectly tucked hospital corners. just guess which one is his. go on. ]

Seems like no one knows nothin', like they say in the mafia movies. AKA if they know they're not talking. Makes our job a little harder.

[sassy_assassin]

[ the dichotomy didn't escape her attention ]

Right, because they wouldn't make it that easy. Guess we'll just have to work together for... something.

How does a girl get a drink around here?

[billionaires]

...And you think our first item on the docket should be booze.

[ he considers that, looking at his list. somewhere towards the bottom is "still." as in, whiskey. he steps back towards the wall and picks his charcoal off the desk to draw an arrow that pushes it to #1. ]

There. Happy?

[sassy_assassin]

They weren't strictly related thoughts, but it can't hurt. What kind of podunk world doesn't have alcohol?

[ Sara Lance, already moving and shaking around here ]

[billionaires]

Making spirits is where teamwork originated, sweetheart. Besides, it's not like it's hard.

[ just time-consuming. but if he can push it off on her he can work on important shit. ]

Where are you from, like, originally? Assuming you're not actually a timelord. Timelordess? Timelady? Timelady.

[sassy_assassin]

[ she rolls her eyes when he calls her sweetheart but her face doesn't stick that way ]

2016, Star City, United States. You?

[billionaires]

[ oh right, years are important. he shrugs a shoulder even while his mind is thinking too hard about where star city even is. ]

2015, Manhattan. Mean something to you? What about Avengers Tower?

[sassy_assassin]

Manhattan, yes. Avengers Tower, no.

So I'm going to guess you haven't heard of the Flash or Green Arrow.

[billionaires]

What are those? Bars?