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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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No!

[ the answer comes quickly, but it's followed by a thoughtful pause. ]

Ahhh, I guess I technically did since I don't have them either...

[ but that's not what she's looking for. ]

Mobile phone? Credit cards? Lipstick? Special lucky charm? [She's just listing out everything that she's carried there at least once now, really.]

What are you looking for?

Someone very naughty.

[ that doesn't explain why she's patting her boobs. ]

...everyone in the galaxy might appreciate a nice chest, but I don't see how that helps you find a person.

Oh! They're usually inside my chest, but they're not right now for some reason?

[ yeah. ]

...uh huh.

[That makes zero sense.] Boyfriend of yours, then?

[It makes as much sense as anything else this girl has said.]

No. They'd probably throw up if they heard you say that.

[ hajime sounds cheerful though, so that apparently isn't something that bothers her. ]

[Well, what other sort of person would have spent their time in this girl's chest? Perhaps figuratively.

Somehow, just talking to her has wound up one of the most surreal experiences Sheryl's had here yet. Including the balloon animals.] All right, I'll bite.

How was someone "inside" your chest? ...was it a tiny little person? Who you carried around in your bra?

[ hajime glances down, as if she is trying to imagine carrying a tiny person in her bra. ]

No, no! We had to share a body because they were doing a lot of bad things, so I had to put them on time-out. So they were in my chest.

So they were... in your chest.

[She's just giving Hajime a look of complete noncomprehension.]

Are you okay? Is this one of those fever hallucinations people've been talking about?

Ah, no! I'm fine. I'm a little sniffly but I'm not really that sick.

[ she even places a hand on her forehead. ]

You can check.

...no, thank you. [What a weird offer.

This girl is bizarre.] You realize that what you're saying doesn't make any sense, right?

It makes perfect sense! Just not to you.

[ since she's missing context, which hajime is... just not giving, because she has never given anyone proper context in her life. ]

You're very weird.

I'm not weird, I'm Hajime.

[ like she's settling some kind of argument. ]

I think I'm done looking for now.

You can be both. [This has been a very confusing part to an already confusing day.]

Have you decided that the man who lives in your boobs isn't here anymore?

If they're here, they're probably not going to come out now.

[ katze is finicky like that. ]

You probably scared him off, chasing him around like that.

[What a very strange girl.] Hajime, you said your name was? I'm Sheryl.

I probably did!

[ she can admit that much, but for very different reasons than sheryl is picturing. ]

You're very pretty. I like your hair.

Thank you. I like it, too. [She doesn't even skip a beat at the compliment.]

Are you always like this? Searching for small people who've escaped your chest? Maybe not that exact thing, but... you know.

[Are you always with your head up in the clouds.]

Ah. Well, normally I keep a better eye on these kinds of things.

[ normally people don't escape from her chest :/ ]

But I'm usually very busy, yes!

[Not what she was asking, really. She'll take it, though.] Oh, so you're experienced with it. Your chest is a prison for all kinds of devious criminals, then.

[Actually. She glances to the side, momentarily chewing her lip.] That's not a bad metaphor. I should remember that later.

Only the one!

[ it might get a little messy if there were more. ]

But you usually keep a better eye on...

I suddenly have the strangest sensation that I'm on one of those "secret video" shows.

Oh? You think?

[ she immediately spins around to look in all directions, placing a hand above her eyes as if to help her see better. ]

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