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

[punshots]

[ 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? ]

[adelphoi]

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.. ]

[punshots]

[ 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... ]

[adelphoi]

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. ]

[punshots]

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.

[adelphoi]

[ 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.