acatalepsy_logs | 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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[ Her eyes well up, moisture lining her lower lashes, and she breathes out in a pained wheeze.

She's probably going to die. ]

[ ...................... rip

honestly, it's like deja vu all over again, considering this is exactly how alisaie got herself wound up in her own predicament, right down to the rash bravado. idiots on parade, here..

for a moment she thinks it will all be fine. why wouldn't it be? alisaie is more sensitive than most to strong tastes, surely this girl would fare far better than she herself could. it takes only a few moments for that assumption to be proven entirely wrong. ]

Oh!

[ well, now it's alisaie's turn to hop to her feet, and rush to pour a glass of ice cold milk to ferry back to her newfound suffering friend. ]

[ Bless you, Alisaie. :')

Lucina doesn't hesitate to grasp the glass with both hands, drinking it down in a few furious gulps. It takes a few moments for the tears of spiciness to subside, although a flush lingers high up on her cheeks. She feels as if someone lit her tongue on fire, although it's nowhere near as severe as all that - she's just unused to this level of bite to her food.

Her next exhale, although a bit cooler and softer, still carries a faint rasp to it. ]

... thank you.

That was ill-advised of me.

[ ah.. she shouldn't laugh, really she shouldn't, most especially since she knows the pain that lucina is experiencing so keenly, but she cannot seem to help herself. she's able at least to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep it in, but the curl of her mouth is unmistakable still, though there is marked sympathy in her eyes. ]

Mayhaps, but it was worth the try, at least..

[ and it's good to know she's not the only one too wimpy for this spice. ]

[ Fortunately, Lucina doesn't notice the carefully veiled amusement in Alisaie's features. Not, of course, that she would take it amiss if she did notice - but at the moment, she's too busy nursing her glass of milk like it's her best friend in the world. ]

Why would they prepare such a thing?

[ she stares down at her plate in mild despair, tinged with wide-eyed curiosity ]

[ yeah the truest tragedy here is that food will be wasted.. maybe she can just package it up and feed it to prompto, he likes spicy food.. he definitely won't mind that they already ate off of it, right?? ]

Well, I suppose some people enjoy it. In my travels on Hydaelyn I encountered all manner of strange fare, but I was raised on.. much milder foods.

Hydaelyn?

[ Lucina takes another sip of milk to soothe the tip of her tongue, which still feels like it burns, before continuing - ]

Is that the world you came from?

Aye, it is. I take it you have never heard its name?

[ no one else has, yet, so she's just making a fair guess here.. ]

[ Lucina gives her head a gentle shake. ]

I'm sorry, my lady. It doesn't sound familiar.

[ Not that much about this place does to her! No, she's swimming against a current of ignorance and backwards understanding, trying to acclimate as best she can. Curry? Phone calls? Space travel? Robots? ALL WEIRD, FOREIGN CONCEPTS TO HER. ]

[ well, that's not terribly surprising, anyway. still, alisaie can't help but look faintly disappointed. still, she shakes her head. ]

Think nothing of it, I've met few here who do, and all of them close companions.

[ It's hard not to entertain a pang of jealousy, for all Lucina is happy that Alisaie has her close companions from home at hand. She does her best to shake it away and distract herself with her next question. ]

What is your home like?

[ i'm sorry lucina!! she would share them if she could.. ]

Well - not at all like Struxta. It is.. very large, its nations and peoples as varied as the stars in the sky. I could speak for ages and never be able to fully answer that question.

[ a thoughtful hmm. ]

But where I was born, Sharlayan, is a small, island nation of scholars.

[ No need to share! Lucina will be fine, she's just slightly homesick for her comrades. She listens, with interest, to Alisaie's explanation. ]

Are you yourself a scholar?

[ Alisaie seems much more sociable than, say, Laurent, which may Lucina's only measuring stick for scholarly behaviour... ]

I.. suppose that I am.

[ though she no longer lives in sharlayan or dedicates her life to studying and recording history, alisaie is relatively sure that she will always consider herself a scholar, of sorts. her grandfather's influence on her will always remain strong. she can't sleep at night without first reading a few pages of something new, so..

pretty nerdy. ]

Though I have done less studying and more traveling, of late.

[ It all sounds so innocent and engaging, how Alisaie talks about her life, and Lucina is willing to let it absorb her - however briefly. ]

Traveling can be quite rewarding. Perhaps now that you're here, you can pursue your studies more.

[ (only relatively nerdy, tbh. at least she doesn't cosplay as her ancestor.) ]

I served in my father's company, back home. [ In a sense. ] We rarely found times for such pursuits.

[ there is truly nothing more nerdy than lucina's cosplay... ]

Well.. to be fair, they were no pleasure cruises.

[ she remarks, through a chuckle. all the traveling she has done has been on duty, for the scions, for eorzea, but it would be a lie to say she did not still enjoy seeing parts of the world she had never dreamed she would visit. ]

Did you not travel, while you worked?

When the opportunity arose, yes.

[ And it did arise fairly often, although she always regretted never making it to Rosanne. Speaking of it, Lucina can't help but smile a little more genuinely. ]

But a lot of it was through the lens of a war oncoming, and our days grew desperate toward the end.

[ She isn't even talking about her own bad future, just the mess she leapt backwards into. ]

Edited 2018-10-02 15:57 (UTC)

Don't Skip Your Flu Shot

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