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 ♥]

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[apocryphas]

[ There's not as much left in the kitchen as Prompto thinks, otherwise she wouldn't be conning him out of his own half. But he's compliant, to his credit, which earns him a grin as she helps herself to some extra food. ]

Make sure to eat your half, too. It's good for you.

[ Then why is she stealing some... ]

I feel like I could take on an army after eating this stuff! -- Oh, hey! [ She gives him a rough elbow nudge, just to keep his attention. ] Do you think we'll actually get to fight in the next world we visit?

[punshots]

[ It's very thoughtful of her to be concerned with his eating habits! The curry spices will no doubt rejuvenate his sinuses somewhat, if they already haven't by him smashing his face into them. His face sufficiently clean now — or, at least, the curry squished so finely into his skin that it won't be coming out without a good scrub — Prompto takes his seat again, shoveling a forkful of curry into his mouth without delay. Oh, man, it really is as good as he dreamed it would be... ]

Oh — huh? [ Her elbow catches him by surprise, interrupting his curry-fueled reverie. ] Uhh...good question! We gotta do some fighting in the first world, but, uh, that was against...other people...

[ So, not super cool! Though he wouldn't have felt better at fighting against the androids in Struxta, given their level of sentience. ]

Heh, you like fighting, huh?

[ Maybe she should meet Gladio, but Gladio doesn't need Prompto's help meeting cute girls... ]

[apocryphas]

[ Gladio would also be cleaved in half for addressing her as a woman in the first place. #justfatethings ]

Eating is fun, but kicking up a storm is what I do best!

[ She brings her fist into her open palm. It's true, fighting is probably all she has ever been good for. She has killed many in the name of her king, then killed more when she usurped the throne. Violence is sadly a part of her. ]

What was the first world like? Tell me about your battles. Can you even fight?

[punshots]

[ Should he be offended or not that she can't tell he can fight? Maybe it's better that she can't — makes him more unpredictable! Or something. It definitely doesn't mean he looks like a shrimp! Certainly...not... ]

Can I fight? [ He scoops up another forkful of curry, putting his elbow on the table in such a way that he can flex his arm and show off his bicep. Check out those guns! Those...water guns. ] You're looking at the sharpest shooter this side of the...kitchen!

[ ...


...

... ]

'Cept I didn't actualy fight anyone because all I had was my gun.

[ And he wasn't going to shoot people!!! ]

[apocryphas]

[ A shooter, huh... she's somewhat familiar with guns, thanks to being summoned in a modern era before she wound up here. Her Master is pretty impressive with them, too, so if Prompto is as good as he claims with them, then he's a formidable opponent indeed.

...

Why did he almost die in a bowl of curry then?!? Idiot!! ]

I don't understand... why wouldn't you fight if you only had a gun? If your enemies aren't prepared for projectiles, then they deserve to go down.

[punshots]

[ One eyebrow lifts, perturbed. ]

Wh-what? No, they don't! A lot of those guys were just civilians! [ And even the royal guards he couldn't bring himself to shoot. Shooting MTs and monsters are one thing, but...innocent people who are just fighting for what they think is right?

That's no different than him.

He tries to brush it off with a chuckle, talking through a mouthful of curry. ]

Guess I'm kind of a pushover, heh...

[apocryphas]

You mean just innocent commoners? They weren't part of your battle?

[ Because Mordred can get behind that idea. As in, there's no sense in hurting those who aren't involved in the war. Turns out there is a shred of honour in her after all. ]

You're only a pushover if you let a weakling attack you 'cause you feel sorry for them. If they bring a knife to a gunfight and you decide not to shoot, well...

[ She pokes him in the arm with a fork. ]

--your funeral.

[punshots]

Well, actually — h-hey, youch!

[ ...It was just a fork poke and this is definitely an overreaction but he's a poor invalid, he can be as overdramatic as he wants! ]

I-I mean — they weren't exactly innocent... [ HE'S NOT HELPING HIMSELF HERE ] The whole thing started because the guards shot a kid, and then everyone got all...rioty...

[ He glances back to her. ]

L-look, it was a complicated situation.

[apocryphas]

You think it started with some kid getting shot? Sounds to me like it was the final straw of something that started long before that...

[ She might be internally making some comparisons to Camelot as she takes another forkful in her mouth. ]

The people were discontent, and the guards gave them a reason to rise up. Nothing complicated there.

[ Eats more!! ]

...Did the kid make it?

[punshots]

[ She's not wrong. That attack had absolutely been the straw that broke the chocobo's back, the one that sent the city into total disarray after weeks of tension. It had been a pot ready to boil over for some time, which was why the consequences were so dire once they did.

Swallowing, he shakes his head. ]

...Nah. She...she died. Turned out it was all a set-up by someone who wanted a war to break out. Luckily, they got caught in the end so that little girl could have justice.

[ Real justice, not senseless bloodshed in the streets. ]

[apocryphas]

[ A little girl, huh... ]

Hm. Wish I had been there.

[ Except, Mordred's involvement would have only ended it bloodshed. Her version of justice. ...It's probably better that she wasn't. ]

Humans are greedy, selfish, cowardly... weak. In a sense, I can't be angry that things happened the way they did. Without a true king to show them the way, they're just animals who eat each other alive.

[punshots]

Actually...that was kinda part of the problem. The people didn't trust their new king.

[ So, Mordred hit it right on the money. Prompto can't pretend he really grasped all the nuances of the politics, but in some ways, the atmosphere in the El Minha reminded him of their final days in Insomnia, when the populace had begun to question the king's decisions. If they knew then what they knew now...

But then again, hindsight is always 20/20. ]

They started respecting him towards the end, but...hope they're okay now.

[ Will they ever go back? ]

[apocryphas]

Well, whatever happens next, it's their problem now. We got other worlds to meddle with!

[ She sounds eager to go already, and in all her excitement she ends up stabbing her fork into the table as she stands up. She really exudes a sense of violence, even if she's in a pleasant mood. ]

Don't die until then, gun bastard. [ That's his affectionate nickname now?? ] I'm gonna show you how a real king gets things done.

[punshots]

[ Well, he's been called worse things...it actually has a kind of nice ring to it! Maybe he'll start telling others to call him that, too. ]

You got it, uh...furious forker! [ no ] Who's your king, anyway? Maybe I met him around here already.

[ As far as he knows, he hasn't met anyone who's a king...though he know better than most that a king can look like just about anyone.

Little does he know... ]

[apocryphas]

[ oh, he just had to ask... ]

My king is dead.

[ She says it without a hint of remorse or sadness. Anger is the only thing she ever shows when approached about this subject, evident by the balling of her fists and tightness in her jaw. ]

I'm the king of my land now - don't ever forget it.

[ With that parting gift, she turns away and walks off like a king. ... She also flips a table over on the path to her exit. (maybe she's not so kingly???) ]