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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[punshots]

[ STEWING...not bad. Prompto snorts a laugh through his already-congested nose, which is actually super painful, but whatever, worth it. Puns are always worth it. ]

Yeah, had it in my back pocket for awhile...had to let it simmer until the right moment, y'know?

[ But okay, he still is incredibly hungry, given that was his reason for leaving his room in the first place, and no longer drowsy enough to pass out in his meal, he picks up his fork so he can shovel in mouthfuls with reckless abandon. He...definitely isn't gonna get a stomach ache later from his weakened constitution! Nope. ]

Heh, hey, you don't have to go through all that trouble for me, my dude! [ He already kind of saved his life. Ryuji's done more than enough for him today; he can't ask for anything more, honestly, even if he might need it. ] I'll do my passin' out somewhere outta the way, promise.

[ Like it's a foregone conclusion. ]

[ryuji]

[Wait, that's not... really how this sort of thing works, and even as Prompto continues the horrible chain of punmand, he eyes him up and down, trying to figure out if he's saying that he can handle himself for sake of dignity, or he's actually... you know, capable of handling himself. It would've come out a lot more in his favor if he wasn't a few seconds away from perishing to a death by currying, and Ryuji just stands there, shaking his head.]

It ain't trouble, man.

[Because, seriously! It's not.

He's been trying to take care of anyone who needs it during flu season, and by merit of him not having been struck by it nearly at all, he feels kind of like it's the only thing he can do. And it's hard to get someone as stubborn as Ryuji to change course once he's made up his mind.]

Shitty puns aside, you, uh. You know it's okay to ask for help, right?

[punshots]

Nnn...uhh, y-yeah, of course I do! Just...need a little more practice at it, I think.

[ Given this is not the first time he has heard about this recently. It's always so much easier for him to give than to receive, but a position such as this one is particularly humbling. Not that Prompto needs any humbling, but he does need to acknowledge he might have to ask more of others through this than he would like. Just as long as it's not too much... ]

...My buddies'd thank you for giving me a hand back. You really sure you don't mind?

[ He just! Has to be sure!!! ]

[ryuji]

[Honestly, he's pretty much the same way. He gets it. It takes a lot to learn that you don't have to do everything on your own. Sometimes it's just to prove that he's not useless, sometimes it's just leftovers from a really shitty childhood of habits he picked up avoiding getting the ire of his dad.

But Prompto looks like he's in need, and he's not about to just leave him anyway. He smiles a little bit back at him, trying to convey that yeah, man, it's totally okay.]

Why would I mind? Tell your friends they can thank me whenever they want.

[He's not serious about that; actually, please don't tell them anything. He's just doing what any good person would do.]

C'mon. Lean on me if you gotta. [Or not. Whatever Prompto wants to do or is comfy with, Ryuji's there to support him. He's grown fond of the guy after all, and pretty much anyone Ryuji's fond of he becomes intensively protective over. Maybe a little too much.]

[punshots]

[ You know that as soon as Noctis, Gladio and Ignis are all conscious again Prompto will be informing them about his hero, Ryuji. He sucks a deep breath into his lungs, which hurts a lot more than it rightly should — thanks for that, space plague — allowing himself a moment to gather his faculties enough to stand. He just might wind up needing Ryuji's shoulder to make it back, but for now, he's stable-ish enough on his own two feet. Maybe his extremely brief, curry-infused nap actually made a difference... ]

Heh...thanks, man. I seriously owe you one for this.

[ He's already got the feeling that Ryuji is the sort of person that will say he doesn't owe him anything, because that's exactly the sort of thing Prompto would say, too. Still, he's nothing if not grateful, and as he hikes his blanket up around his shoulders and steps away from the table, he flashes the other a grin.

...A weary, gross, curry-stained grin. ]

Next time robo flu season comes around, I'll pay you back, got it?

[ Or, like, he'll find another way to make it up to him along the way, more likely. ]