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

[parttimes]

No... sorry. Again.

[He scrubs his face with a hand, and then meanders over to the cabinets to grab a towel to help out.]

I try to avoid it, usually, but I can't seem to control it as well now that I'm sick with space flu. It's a pain in the ass.

[hatamon]

[Takeru gives up on kneeling in favor of just outright sitting on the floor, sluggishly wiping away curry. It's probably a good thing Kou volunteered to help, because at the rate he's going this could take all night.]

So you could end up anywhere? [Yikes.] That's gotta be the worst symptom I've heard of yet.

[The prize no one wanted to win.]

[parttimes]

[Kou just flaps a hand at that as he crouches to help clean up that mess. Yikes... they got it everywhere.]

Technically, I can only teleport to where there are people who need a hand of some sort. But right now...

[They all need a hand, don't they? Everyone's a mess.]

Anyway--what're you doing out here so late?

[hatamon]

That sounds even worse.

[Just sayin'.]

Why? Is there a curfew I don't know about?

[parttimes]

Won't deny it.

[It still sucks.]

And nah, nothing like that. It's just kind of weird to be wandering this kitchen late. Did you not get enough food earlier?

[hatamon]

[Under normal circumstances he'd be a much smoother liar than this, but give him a break here, all this talking is tiring him out.]

Just avoiding the crowd. Who wants to be around a bunch of sick people? [He can't help sounding just a little irritated at being questioned.] Don't worry about it. If you think you can stay in one place for a while, you should go back to bed.

[parttimes]

... Huh.

[Prickly!! Not that Kou minds; he just shrugs.]

You're not wrong about that. I was just checking. Anyway, it's pretty smart to try to avoid the plague, so maybe there's some wisdom to midnight food runs.

[hatamon]

As long as everyone else doesn't get the same idea.

[He should probably let the whole thing go at that, but it's going to bother him if he doesn't ask]

...How literal were you being when you said space flu?

[parttimes]

About as literal as it gets.

We brought it back from the last world we went to, somehow, even though it was mostly sci-fi central, and it sucks.

[hatamon]

Oh.

[That's almost comforting, considering his first assumption was that the temple is pulling a Digital World move and trying to wipe them out. Then again.]

So unless someone invents a magical vaccine, this could happen every time.

[parttimes]

Pretty much right on the nose with that one, yep.

[It's bad!]

We don't even have a cure for this go around of alien illness, much less if it happens again. We're mostly just flying by the seat of our pants here.

[hatamon]

That's cheerful.

[Someone smart should probably do something about that.

They should probably also get out of the floor at some point, huh? Ugh.]

Anyway, thanks for helping.

[parttimes]

Yeah, sorry for making the mess in the first place.

[He just waves that off with a hand, because it is his fault.]

Later.

[And off he goes...!!]