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Don't Skip Your Flu Shot

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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[ ah... a sharp smirk curls a corner of her mouth. you have sealed your fate. ]

Well, I am pleased to hear it, a gingerbread house sounds quite eggcellent indeed.

[ are there even eggs in gingerbread.. she doesn't know, she can't bake for shit. ]

[it's okay, Dave doesn't have any clue how to bake, either. which sort of puts him in the position that he usually stands in when friends request something from him: you know, the one where he's rapping about things he doesn't really know much about. it's pretty much tossing one's faith into the void, assuming that his magic's going to be able to fill in the blanks for him.]

[sometimes you get some effective enough cold medicine. other times you get exploding ramen.]

[but really, if he could rap up a decent enough cheeseburger, then a gingerbread house should be a piece of. gingerbread? he pauses, letting Alisaie's pun sink in, then he hears his own ginger snap gaffe replaying in his head and ... oh god dammit.]

Okay, hang on a second. [this is gonna be a mansion that puts Candyland to shame. or — well, okay, like he said, he's not an architect? but the gingerbread house he eventually sets down in front of Alisaie at least looks like something you'd put together for Christmas. one story, one chimney, kinda cute in a sort of "Dave has never decorated a gingerbread house before" way.]

[to that end, there are entirely too many gumdrops.]

[ there are some pretty interesting powers floating around here, and she's seen a few of them, but this one really takes the - gingerbread? she'd helped to devour his giant burger before, but she had not actually beheld the great majesty that brought it into existence. now, though..

well, she is able to behold dave's wildly ridiculous ability with her own two eyes.

it's really something. distantly, however, she realizes that much like her own, however ridiculous it might seem it's actually really damned useful. just.. rapping food into existence?? amazing. real food, too - the burger hadn't just evaporated into her stomach, leaving her hungry. what he brings forth is tangible and real, no simple illusion.

anyway, she's wildly stoked. ]

Oh - it's so cute!

[ it can use some decorative work, but i mean, it's endearingly adorable, and even better, is looks and smells delicious. ahh, give her a moment, she's starry eyed.. ]

[oh hell yes, he thinks he may have secured his end of their deal here — even though they never actually agreed to the terms ... that might occur to him later, after he's done giving the gingerbread house a scrutinizing once-over.]

[— wait, cute?]

[..........]

[well, okay, it is pretty fucking cute, he guesses.]

Yeah, that part's meant to enhance the flavor. [Dave is most certainly bullshitting.]

[ tbh she's all but forgotten about the "deal" as it is, in her jubilation over this gingerbread house. please dave, tell no one how happy and squealy she is about it, she's got a tough reputation to keep up.. but cute cookies are a weakness..

without much preamble, alisaie carefully breaks a small piece off of the chimney. the downside to this thing is that she feels a bit bad eating it, even if he didn't necessarily put it together the usual way. it feels like destroying a work of art..

but it smells too good to resist, and she pops the bit of gingerbread into her mouth without much more thought. she didn't get sick and/or die from his mega-burger before, so she's pretty confident she'll be fine. ]

Oh.. that's very good.

Glad to hear it.

[don't worry, he knows all about having a coolkid image to maintain! that also means he knows how it is when the coolkid armor breaks down a little bit in the face of silly looking gingerbread houses.]

[speaking of him being uncool, Dave doesn't really have a tactful way to bring up the bird thing again. not that he's exactly tactful to begin with? but he'll let her savor a festive dessert a little while longer, while he, not having his usual notebook handy, tries to commit the rhyme that brought said festive dessert into the world to memory. it's not gonna work. the next gingerbread house he makes will most likely be much more disastrous.]

[ well at least she got the lesser disastrous one...

nevertheless, alisaie has not forgotten their deal. or, well, they haven't really made a deal quite yet - but she hasn't forgotten what he asked about, and that this gingerbread house was a bribe...

a heavy sigh!! she's not the sort to run from a deal, even a half baked one, so she will face the music. setting aside the gingerbread house onto a plate(?), she squares up. ]

Now.. was there something you wanted to know about my ability?

[there are no briberies in this household, only ... households made of confectioneries! and the casual swapping of Astoria-granted magic.]

[— yeah, no, this absolutely was a bribe.]

I mostly just wanted to see how exactly the bird thing works.

[ it's fine she isn't above accepting bribes, especially for good food.. ]

Well, 'tis more than a bird, I am able to shift into any animal from my homeland. At least, I have been able to thus far, I've yet to find a limit.

[that's good, because he feels exactly zero ounces of guilt for it.]

Any animal? The hell else you got other than giant horse birds?

Do you.. have only one sort of animal, where you are from?

[ what the heck, dave!! she shakes her head. ]

So far I've attempted a few woodkin, a yarzon, and a morbol.. [ to terrify prompto with, mostly, though the chinchilla and nutkin were cute and handy for a prison break. ]

What? I —

Yes. I flew in to the Circle from a planet that's nothing but birds. You wouldn't believe the kinda racket the car washing business has going there.

[Dave's got a hell of a poker face, sure, but all poker players have a tell. his is the way one corner of his mouth upturns like. a single pixel. also, the fact that he apparently knows what a horse is might also be a big hint.]

So I don't know what the hell any of those words you just said are.

[ ah, that singular pixel is a win in her book!! alisaie can't help but smile herself, however much she attempts to smother it.

nevermind she has no idea what a car is. ]

They are animals. Unpleasant ones, mostly, but I've yet to find a limit on what I can or cannot change into.

[they're so good at this, honestly.]

Are the bird horses unpleasant? That's pretty much the only one I'm interested in seeing.

Not at all, they're quite gentle most of the time -

[ ah yes, so that's what it is coming to. he really just wants to see the chocobo after all.. alisaie sighs mid-sentence, but it's a resigned sort of sound, because she cannot very well refuse him when he made her an entire gingerbread house. ]

Very well, then. Stand back.

[and this, somehow, despite the general population being caught in the throes of a robot plague, is about to turn out to be one of Dave's best days in recent memory.]

[he pretty much obliges of immediately, scooting back a few paces to what he assumes is an acceptabird distance.]

[do your thing, Alisaie!]

[ ugh.. ugh!!

at least she's gotten much more used to this over the time she's been here, so it's not nearly so embarrassing as it used to be, thankfully. still, she wears a withering expression - up until she shifts, at least, in a flurry of light.

where there once was girl, there now is.. birb. a pink birb, to be exact, with a red ribbon in its hair(?). she gives one dry, flat kweh. ]

[.............]

[welp. kind of muted as his expressions may be, it's pretty obvious in the way he straightens, and takes a step closer, that he's highly amused and/or pleased that Alisaie obliged him here.]

[he's never been this close to a bird this big before. unless Davesprite counts. does Davesprite count? and there are emu farms in Texas, sure, but most people know better than to try going toe-to-toe with one of those — sort of like how Dave also knows better than to ask if participating in the horse activities of being a horse bird is also something she's done.]

[doesn't mean he's not capable of asking dumb questions, though.]

What? I didn't quite catch that.

[DAVE.]

[ dave!! chocosaie makes a sound that's probably a sigh, or the best she can approximate, at least. how long is she supposed to hold this form? how many minutes of embarrassment are worth the weight of a gingerbread house?? ]

Kweh.

[if he knew she was mulling over an answer to that question, he'd suggest .... maybe a minute for every gumdrop? which is a really mean suggestion, Dave.]

Oh, right. Kweh. Got it. [don't ... actually got it, but that's okay.]

[so ......... how badly would Chocosaie murder him if he tried to pat her on the beak.]

[ that is way too many minutes, dave!! she'll give him five more.. that seems fair..

.. even tho he's trying for a pat!! ugh, why must people always want to pet. prompto was the same. good thing she can't really blush in this form, not in a way that he can see, anyway, but she definitely looks startled. ]

Kweh!!

[ not murdering, but she is clearly not happy!! ]

[five is fine! he'll take five.]

[but, lol. it was worth a shot! Dave will just move on to the next subject, cool as ever, like he didn't just try to pat Alisae's face.]

So how fast can you run?

[is, uh. is that a better subject?]

[ that is definitely a better subject.

and.. one she hasn't considered, really, given the way she tilts her head, as if deep in thought. but, only one way to find out, right? chocobos are notoriously fast anyway! i mean, people race them.

so she's off like a shot, kicking up dust behind her to run around him in a wide loop!! ]

[Alisaie is free to zoom around for as long as she likes — because the only way i can accurately describe Dave right now is this.]

[look, look, he's even smiling a little!]

[ he looks so happy.. she's pretty sure that that's the happiest she has ever seen him. which still doesn't look terribly happy but i mean, we're good.

anyway, she runs a couple more loops around him before finally slowing, and coming to a stop in front of him, panting lightly. phew. is he satisfied now.. ]

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