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

[ladame]

--Oh, so you figured me out huh?

[ she just chuckles a little, nonplussed about what should be a secret identity being unveiled. really, even her friends figured out who she was in less than a day after she refused to reveal herself. she can't really pretend like it's the best disguise - a phantom thief isn't meant to be seen at all, after all. ]

Noir is... my heroine identity. [ she beams a smile, figuring that's better than saying "i'm a vigilante" ] Outside that I'm Haru. It's nice to see you again, Sheryl-chan. Are you feeling alright?

[fairysong]

I'm doing all right. A little headache, but I'd be silly if I complained just about something like that.

[She leans a little against the doorjamb.] So this is your mild-mannered civilian alter ego, and you're Noir when you have superhero adventures?

That sounds fun.

[ladame]

Yes!

[ it's very fun, or at least she thinks. her friends don't... always seem to approve of her eagerness about it, but she's learning to not care what other people think anyway. ]

Sorry for deceiving you, but I'm very strict about codenames. I can't use my real name in costume. [ well, she could, but she doesn't want to. it's more fun to play the role. ] But enough about me. Would you like coffee or tea to drink? If you need food, I can do a kitchen run for you.

[fairysong]

No, no, I understand completely. I have some friends who did something like that, actually. [Top-secret military contractors, phantom thieves. Same thing.]

I'm not sure I've got the world's biggest appetite right now, but coffee and something simple like bread would be wonderful. You sure it won't be too much trouble?

[ladame]

Not at all. [ she'll have to bring the bread by telekinesis to avoid touching it, but it should be manageable. ] I can give you the coffee right now. It's not very strong, but it leaves a nice bitter after-taste that gives a kick.

[fairysong]

Oh? [Sheryl steps backward, opening the door for Haru to step inside, if she wants.] You sound like a real coffee fan, describing it like that.

My coffee vocabulary is limited to if it has cream or not and how much sugar I put in it.

[ladame]

Yes. [ she shrugs, a little bashful. ] It's a little silly, but I want to open up a cafe one day. I've been trying to learn a lot of different things about making the perfect pot.

Would your preference be a lot of cream and sugar then?

[fairysong]

Ordinarily I'd say yes, but you described it so lovingly, I feel like I'd be missing the artistry of it. [Sheryl leans a little forward, but not so much that she's in Haru's personal space. After all, still kinda sick.

Then again, given how sick everyone else is, it's not like a foot or two would really make the difference.] And you shouldn't call your dreams silly.

If you yourself think it's silly, how can you expect anyone else to believe in you?

[ladame]

[ oh... a faint sad smile creases on her lips. ]

You're right, huh.

[ it's silly to her because, well, she's already the heiress to a highly successful international food company. if she wanted a fancy coffee chain, she could realistically get it done. she doesn't want that though. ]

...Then I'll just call it a dream. How about that? [ a tiny giggle comes loose. ] There's a lot of craft that goes into making coffee, depending on how much you want to put into it. I can show you some other time, when we're all not on the brink of death.

[ it's not THAT bad but it feels like it. ]

[fairysong]

Much better, Miss Noir. [She says with a teasing smile, straightening back up and inhaling deeply, squaring her shoulders.] And you don't need to worry about me! It'll take much worse than a cold to bring down Sheryl Nome! [She'd know.]

Why don't I try your coffee how you'd like me to try your coffee? I can't imagine milk and sugar are easy to come by in the middle of the woods.