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

[bleps]

[A beat.

And a quickly reply afterwards:]

And what is the criteria you're basing your judgments on?

[purrtagonist]

[. . . a shrug!]

I think I might just give everyone participation high fives.

[aka he has no idea]

[bleps]

In other words, you're making it up as you go along.

[Calling him out.]

Correct?

[purrtagonist]

Maybe.

[he admits so nonchalantly]

Adaptation is a strength. Remember?

[bleps]

But stubbornness isn't.

[HE SAYS, THE MOST STUBBORN ANDROID IN THE WORLD...

But there's a point to that statement.]

Are you sick? You should be resting if that's the case.

[purrtagonist]

I never said that. Stubbornness can be a strength, too.

[Akira can be adaptive AND stubborn, after all]

Thanks, but I'm okay. It's just a cold.

[bleps]

That depends on what that stubbornness is applied to, Akira.

[The slightest lift of a brow, then a look that only Connor can manage so well, politeness mixed with disapproval.]

I believe I've heard that a fair amount of times already. And all those I've heard it from? Are unfortunately worse off now. You need to take care of yourself.

I LOST THIS NOTIF...

[purrtagonist]

[aha. Connor's got him there, but Akira doesn't look too put off by it. his expression acquires a rueful edge]

. . . I'll be fine, then. I'm just not very good at staying still when everyone else is sick.

no worries!!!

[bleps]

[Connor doesn’t say it, but he can only give Akira a look that says mm-hm.

He steps away from his pillow fort, drawing nearer. Asks, quite bluntly—]

May I feel your forehead?

[purrtagonist]

[leans back on instinct, giving Connor a dubious look]

If I have a fever, are you going to scold me?

[so many people have been doing that lately!! it's weird]

[bleps]

[He reaches out with a hand, just hovering close to Akira’s forehead, but not making contact without permission.]

No. Not necessarily.

[That is, quite frankly, just… a lie.]

[purrtagonist]

[jiiiii]

[. . . but he sighs, and leans into Connor's hand]

[fortunately for Akira, he has no fever! yet, anyway. week two symptoms have yet to present themselves]

You wouldn't be the first. Or the only one.

[bleps]

[He’s quiet, registering temperature the best he can with his touch. No fever.

Hm. Connor removes his hand.]

It isn’t bad to have an array people concerned for you.

[He then gestures then at his own throat, as if to indicate—]

You don’t have a fever, but is the cough persistent?

[purrtagonist]

It might not be bad, but it's-- [presses a hand against his mouth and coughs into his palm again, head ducked] . . . weird.

[pppause]

That's probably an answer to your question, too.

[yep. it's persistent]

[bleps]

You realize that doesn't sound promising at all?

[He seems to forget about the pillow fort altogether, now, instead focusing solely on Akira's health.]

Would you like for me to prepare something that might help your throat? Tea?

[purrtagonist]

You don't have to. . .

[Akira trails off, but. already knowing how stubborn Connor can be, he recognizes that arguing is a fruitless endeavor]

. . . but sure. Something with lemon in it.

[bleps]

Perfect.

[There’s nothing better than when someone decides to let Connor help them. He looks pleased as he turns on his heel, and gestures for Akira to follow.]

Come on, you can continue your fort-judging at a later time. Let’s go to the kitchen, if you don’t mind.

[purrtagonist]

[and Akira pushes himself to his feet, wobbling only slightly as he falls into step next to Connor]

I wonder if there's any leftover curry from lunch in there. . .

[bleps]

If there is, I can gladly prepare some for you. I don’t mind at all.

[He walks slowly, so that Akira doesn’t have to strain to keep up.]

I’ve been learning a lot about food preparation lately, you know.

[purrtagonist]

Oh?

[perking up when he hears that, clearly interested]

Who has been teaching you?

[bleps]

I’ve asked a few here and there, in passing. Mostly simple recipes; I’m not connected to any sort of internet, obviously, and relying on memory would be problematic given that cooking was never a focus for me before.

[The interest is noted, though, and quite easily.]

Do you like to cook, Akira?

[purrtagonist]

I like to cook curry.

[he isn't so great at cooking anything but curry, truth be told]

But I wouldn't mind learning a few other recipes. Speaking of-- if you're worried about relying on memory, you could always write your learned recipes down.

[bleps]

I think my memory on its own should suffice for now. There’s still ample room in my databases.

Is curry a favorite of yours, or a staple?

[purrtagonist]

A favorite and a staple, you could say.

[porque no los dos!]

But I didn't eat it much before moving to Tokyo.

[bleps]

[Duly noted!]

Oh? What got you into the habit of it?