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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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[ It's very impressive. Minato's impressed. He also hands Prompto a couple more napkins, just in case he wants to wipe off his face (and hair and clothes and everything else). ]

Um. Coffee keeps you awake. Isn't that why you got it? If you don't like it.

[ Though, if Prompto doesn't like it, Minato could also suggest he try the miso soup instead— there's enough salt in it to shock anybody out of drowsiness, probably. ]

[ He takes the napkins graciously, whimpering pathetically as it all starts to add up — the food on his face, his general state, this guy stopping to help him out...he fell asleep in his curry, didn't he?

Well, this is a new threshold of embarrassing. Just how bad is this sickness going to get? How many delicious plates of food is his going to smash his face into? Maybe he should have stayed in bed. ]

Urgh...thanks, man. [ Ugh, and his hair is all sticky now, too. As if it wasn't already enough of a mess. ] I owe ya. Heh, guess I should have had the coffee first, huh?

[ That's literally what Minato JUST said, but, look, he's still catching up here. ]

[ He'll give him a bit to catch up, knowing what the brain fog is like. ]

I'll take that IOU. [ That's absolutely something Minato will capitalize, although he suspects Prompto is still drowsy enough that he won't remember later, but he slides that cup of coffee over just the same, hand hovering a little just in case Prompto's consciousness gives out and he doesn't want to chip his teeth against the mug the next time his head hits the table. ]

Why don't you just stay in bed? Doesn't look like you're too hungry to fall asleep.

[ If Prompto remembers anything about this conversation, it'll be the IOU, because he is one of those people who always wants to help others rather than be a burden himself, and brain fog or no, he knows he's being one right now. He doesn't even know this poor guy and he's already asked a lot of him, but on the other hand, he's too sick and exhausted to pay even his self-esteem much mind.

Which, you know, might kind of be a blessing in disguise.

With a groan, he lifts the mug to his lips, sipping at the coffee. It may also be a blessing that his taste buds aren't as strong as usual, so the coffee is less of a shock than it would normally be, and it's easier for him to drink it. It's the little things, right...? ]

What, and pass up a shot at some delicious, homemade curry? Not a chance!

[ He has his priorities. ]

[ That's how it is. Being a zombie makes going through life a little more easy, but it'd also be a shame if Prompto is too out of it to enjoy that delicious, homemade curry. He's drinking alright by himself, so Minato carefully checks the chair for any curry splatters before sitting down on it. ]

I've met the chef, and I'm sure he won't mind making it again. I'm going to learn too.

[ It's not like this will be Prompto's only chance to eat it. ]

Oh man, seriously? You guys're my heroes! If we can get Iggy in on this, we could be eating curry every other night! Ah, that's the dream...

[ Or, at least, it's Prompto's dream. He takes another sip of the coffee before setting the mug back down. Even if he smashed his face into it, he's sure going to still try this curry. Who knows! Maybe it will be better for having been on his face.

(....It won't. That's definitely the sickness talking.) ]

Who's the chef? Is he some kinda curry genius?

[ Little does he know... ]

If he agrees to teach more people, making curry every other night would definitely be feasible. I wouldn't mind it either.

[ Prompto is an optimistic, and that's enough to make Minato smile a little more, even as he tries it hide it behind his bangs, or his arms that he folds on the table and sets his chin down on them to rest. ]

His name is Akira. As for curry genius... Yeah.

[ He can make nothing but curry, apparently. But he is a genius when it comes to curry, in Minato's opinion. ]

A-ha!

[ Along with his little outburst, Prompto stands up abruptly with a finger pointed in the air — and then, swaying, he falls back into his seat. Yeah, definitely jumped up a bit too quickly, there... ]

He, uh, he promised to make me curry a little while ago. Or to, uh, let me apply to try it? Hah, joke's on him now! I tried it anyway!

[ Take that, 3-6 week application process! Prompto looks quite pleased with himself as he stuffs a forkful of curry into his mouth. ]

[ Minato immediately regrets having sat down, which puts him in no position to catch Prompto if he'd fallen right over, but luckily for the both of them, it didn't come to that. ]

"Apply," huh? [ Akira... ] At least he kept his promise. You'll have to give him a serious review, in return for skipping the application process.

[ Look at Prompto, beating the system without really even trying... ]

Guess I will...it's pretty damn tasty! [ Chewing thoughtfully and swallowing: ] Buuuut it'd still not quite Iggy-tier. Hard to beat a king's personal chef, though.

[ And Prompto is admittedly biased when it comes to judging food. ]

.....Are you a king?

[ Condolences to your kingdom, Prompto. Though if it's true, it makes a little more sense now that he deals poorly with getting sick, and needs help not drowning in curry. ]

[ Ha! Good one. He can't hold back a guffaw of laughter — though it winds up rather painful, considering his mouthful of food, and now he's coughing again... ]

H-hah, n-no, noooooope! Not me. My buddy is, though. [ Just casually namedropping, he's BFFs with a kind, nbd. ] Man, you really think I could pass as royalty, though?

[ That would be the day... ]

[ Minato just sort of... waits politely for Prompto to finish laughing, thinking it's just as cool that Prompto is friends with royalty, even if he isn't one himself. ]

You... could pass as royalty. I thought you were, anyways.

[ And if he could make that dumbass mistake, who's to say nobody else can? ]

[ Bless your soul, Minato, thinking Prompto is anything close to cool... ]

You really think so? Hah, must be the real...uh, noble way I carry myself! [ He says, enunciating his words and puffing out his chest juuuust ever so slightly. ] Must be all the time I've spent at court...yonder.

[ Then, after another bite of curry, he adds: ]

Hark!

[ Yeah, that's it. Minato laughs softly in folded arms, unable to help himself after hearing that "Hark!" ]

Just like the real deal. It's sort of like... you draw people's attention and they listen to you, that sort of quality. Like a king.

[ You're hecking weird, Prompto. People can't help but stare, that sort of feeling. ]

[ He's certainly familiar with making people stare...but people listen to him? He's never really thought about it those terms before - or, you know, ever made a conscious effort to draw attention to himself in that way. He can only assume Minato is being complimentary, even if...nah, that can't be right. He's the farthest someone can be from kingly! ]

Heh, you think so? Maybe I oughta give my buddy some pointers. [ But this is an awful lot of talking about himself, and he can't have that, so...time to redirect! ] What about you? You kinda seem like a...royal adviser type. Oh — or a court wizard, maybe?

[ Please be a wizard. ]

[ Oh no, let's not talk about him- Minato leans back in his seat, hands up in mock defense. ]

What does a court wizard even do...? [ Something about magic, but he doubts it's for entertainment purposes; that's called a court jester. ]

I'm really not an... any sort of adviser, type. Nobody should listen to my advice.

[ None of his advice except the advice he just gave, about nobody listening to him. ]

Sooo, I shouldn't listen to you tellin' me not to listen to you?

[ His grin cuts teasingly as he chuckles. Look, he can't help but call him out on it — exhausted or not, Prompto is perceptive of others as ever, and, well. It comes much easier to him than looking inward, anyway. ]

Anyway, noooooot sure what court wizard does...but in movies he's usually the guy who's a traitor. Sells the king out to his enemies, or whatever. So, maybe don't be like a court wizard.

[ It sure sounds cool, though. ]

[ Cool things are usually shrouded in evil and darkness, aren't they? Minato can understand the appeal, even though he shifts uneasily in his seat at the mention of traitors. ]

Be kind to your court wizard, King, and maybe I won't have to sell you out. Or maybe don't make enemies.

Y'know, I think I'll try to avoid both those things. Never been good at holding a grudge, anyway.

[ He's a pretty forgiving soul. Then again, a lot of people have tried to kill him and his friends, so many he has more enemies than he would like to admit. ]

Name's Prompto, by the way. Sorry, I should'a mentioned that before.

[ Introductions, how do they work. ]

[ He can tell how forgiving Prompto is just by the fact that he's still eating the curry that tried to drown him. ]

I'm Minato. Got a dog somewhere, too- his name is Koromaru.

[ He's somewhere. If he were here, he would gladly lap up all the spilled curry sauce in an instant, probably. ]

[ !!!!

Prompto lights up immediately, the hazy fog of sickness temporarily lifting. ]

You have a dog here?! Really? Can I meet him?

[ Look, dogs are second only to chocobos, and he hasn't seen a dog around the temple before! ]

[ Minato looks rather amused at this reaction, but he can hardly blame Prompto for it. One look at Koromaru and he will heal his wounds, soothe his heart, just like any good dog does. ]

Yeah, 'course you can. He's making his rounds around the place, probably, but he never misses dinnertime.

[ A thoughtful nod. ]

Right...he's got business to see to, 'n' all. [ As all dogs do. The dogs he's most familiar with are spiritual messengers who can also time travel? So yeah, he gets it. ] How'd you get a dog here, anyway?

[ ...If he asked Astoria for one, could he get one??? ]

[ Yeah... Koromaru's important business involves seeking out shady nap spots and people who will feed him treats, but they're equally important. ]

I dunno... Astoria must've taken both of us at the same time. He shouldn't have been around where I was, though. I was at school, and he should've been back home.

[ But that doesn't mean Astoria won't spirit away a dog just for Prompto if he asks; dogs are always worth an ask. ]

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