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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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[ He recalls her telling him something similar before, and about how she had difficulty making friends. That's still hard for him to believe, because for as tough as uncompromising as she can sometimes be, she is also...incredibly warm. How she's stuck by his side through this is a testament enough to that.

Maybe he shouldn't ask, but...his defenses are down, and they've shared so much over the last two days. She can always tell him no, if she doesn't want to share. Even if that...might sting a bit, all things considered. ]

...What answers were you looking for? If...if you're okay talking about it.

[ it's a natural question to ask, so she knows it is coming before he even voices it, but still.. one might think that so much time later, she might have gotten over it a bit better, that it would be easier to think about, to talk about. and.. it is, in a sense. she does not break down in sobs just speaking his name as she might have years ago.

but gods, it still hurts. it always will, she suspects. ]

Answers for his death. I had to know why. I had to be sure that he was gone. I had to see the world he had left me for, and learn whether or not it had been worth it.

[ ...Oh.

Oh, he hadn't realized...he'd thought Alisaie meant he was still at the head of the Scions when she joined. But if she'd lost someone so important to her, it's no surprise that she would want answers, would do everything she could to seek them out. Alisaie isn't the type to sit around and let things happen to her.

His brow tightens, and though he cannot look at her, he turns his head towards her, expression etched with worry. ]

I-I'm sorry. I didn't know... [ He lets a moment pass in silence before speaking up again. ] But you got the answers you were looking for, didn't you? That it was worth it.

[ What she had told him before makes that seem almost certainly the case. ]

[ a dismissive wave of her hand. ]

Of course you did not know. How could you?

[ she'd not told him, and it's hardly something to guess at. she shakes her head, moving past it. ]

And.. I did. It took some time. I was.. angry, I had felt so betrayed. He was all I loved in the world and yet he left me behind for there.. petty, squabbling peoples. I.. do still doubt myself, sometimes, that it is worth it..

[ for all the scions' hard work, people are still people, nations are still selfish and petty and small. ]

.. but there is far too much good in the world worth fighting for. I know that, now.

[ That's right, Mr. Frodo...

His smile widens at the conviction in her words. Maybe it had taken her awhile to reach that conclusion, but she knows it's the right one, and he does, too. Prompto has always had an upbeat outlook on the world around him, but it wasn't until he left home and really, truly saw what was out there that he understood what they were fighting for. Eos and her people...Lucians and Imperials alike.

It is worth it. ]

So you joined up with the Scions...bet you get to do all sorts of interesting jobs on a team like that.

[ Perhaps things more thrilling than tomato delivery. ]

Oh, that's certainly a word for it. There's quite a lot of traveling involved, which it one of the better parts, I've wager. I've seen far more of the world than I ever expected to, surely more than I ever would have, had I not left home.

[ though even if louisoix had not left the motherland, alisaie believes than in time, she would have moved on. she had never been like her peers, and her desire to see beyond sharlayan's borders had predated her grandfather's departure. that had only hurried it along. ]

But it is.. dangerous, as well. We have lost many along the way.

...I can imagine.

[ After all, that's how it was for them, too. Jared, King Regis, Lunafreya...and Ignis had lost his sight. He'd often wondered if the price was worth it, if it was right for people to lose their lives like that, even if it meant protecting Noct...

But he's come to realize that it was their choice to do so, just as it's his to stick by his friend's side. If that costs him his life, too, then...that's that.

But he doesn't dwell on that thought, his brain too cottony to do so, anyway. ]

Well...why don't you tell me about one of your missions?

[ Stop being so vague, Alisaie!! ]

Well, they aren't quite missions..

[ she says, with a chuckle; that makes it sound far more organized than it truly is. ]

We all sort of move about on our own as we see fit. [ but that's not really what he's asking after - ] I suppose.. the last satisfying thing I accomplished was helping to wrest the imperial yoke from Doma and Ala Mhigo.

Ah, imperials...sounds familiar.

[ As she well knows by now. It's not exactly surprising that her world has an Empire terrorizing it as well, all things considered. ]

How'd you do that? Don't tell me it was a bunch of boring politics.

[ That doesn't seem like her way of getting things done, anyway. ]

[ there's no world out there without annoying imperials.. ]

Oh, there was plenty of that, but I kept my nose well out of it.

[ as best as she could, at least. she'd attended a few meetings, but when it came to strategy.. she left that to alphinaud. her job was the pointy sword bit. ]

Mostly we helped the townsfolk, killed a few kojin, some wild beasts, and provoked a primal or two.

[ you know.. the usual.. ]

[ He lifts a brow at her, a slight note of amusement in his voice when he speaks again. ]

Sounds like you know how to keep busy. Kojin? Primals?

[ They haven't had the whole "my gods are your primals" chat yet... ]

[ right. she'd grown so used to the similarities between their worlds that she'd just assumed he knew. ]

Kojin are a tribe of beastmen. Primals are.. a far greater threat.

[ and one that is much more difficult to explain. she frowns thoughtfully, silent for a moment; urianger or y'shtola or alphinaud would be able to put it to words far more eloquently.. ]

They are.. creatures of aether and will, summoned into being by those who call them. They are incredibly powerful and immensely dangerous both to those around them, and the very land itself. The Scions' primary purpose is their destruction, and preventative measures taken to keep them from being summoned.

[ He hums a low, quiet note of understanding. ]

Sounds like they're real trouble. The only thing we've got like that are the Astrals... [ And the only ones trying to destroy them are the imperials, so, you know, you can't draw any conclusions about the Astrals based off of that. ]

Are the primals only summoned by...you know...bad people?

[ Couldn't they be helpful, in certain situations? ]

No. In fact, usually they are not. They are summoned by people who are afraid, or angry, or despairing.

[ she knows the feeling all too well, she's seen it, seen how people have ached, how they have lost, how they have feared, and it's no wonder they turned to summoning as their last resort.

still, that does not condone it. alisaie shakes her head. ]

But no matter the intentions, primals cannot be suffered to exist. Their presence alone drains the land of aether, and their influence over all around them is severe and unshakable. Once a primal tempers their followers they are lost, and will blindly serve their liege forever. Only in death may they be freed.

[ ask alphinaud how she was almost tempered once!! because she mouthed off to a primal.. ]

[ So, definitely not like Astrals then, in the way Noctis is able to summon them after forming contracts. As powerful and terrible as they could be, they still retained their essence, even when fighting alongside the prince. What Alisaie is describing sounds...horrible.

A solemn nod. ]

I understand. Are there a lot of 'em?

[ No wonder their work is so essential... ]

As many as the mind or heart could ever imagine. We encounter more and more of them every year, t'would seem.

[ it's an endless cycle, and it's all they can do to contain is as much as they can, and even that is not enough. until they root out the source, primals will plague hydaelyn on a regular basis, unending. ]

But we manage, somehow.

[ on top of all their other thousand duties and errands. ]

I bet you do. I bet you knock 'em all flat...

[ He murmurs through a yawn, slipping even lower on the bed, his blankets drawn up, his head just rolling to the side to lean against her shoulder. ]

Alisaie, Hero of Hydaelyn...maybe you can lend Eos a hand when you've got a minute.

[ he's fading quickly, and alisaie only encourages it, lowering her voice, brushing the hair from his eyes. ]

.. I am no hero.

[ she says, softly, through a quiet, dry chuckle, while she lifts the blankets a it higher, up to his chin. ]

Sleep well, Prompto.

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