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[lavabend]

Who: Bolin and YOU?!!??!
Where: All over the place.
When: Throughout the sickness event.
Rating Most likely will stay PG.
What: A large former-rock boy gets his bearings then becomes miserably sick. Special appearance by a small ferret.


THE WHERE-AM-I, WHAT-IS-THIS PROMPT (BEFORE SICKNESS):

[ He barely had a chance to speak to Astoria before the mysterious woman seemed to whisk herself away, off to handle some other matter of grave importance. Now, Bolin's definitely not opposed to helping some people out, but this might be the worst time to pull him. As far as he knows, his hometown is going to be destroyed by the work of a scary, domineering and possibly-insane tyrant if he doesn't get a message across in time. There is no time, and he would love to help these people out later, but he has to go home immediately!

Pabu being with him for some reason is really great and quells some of his anxiety but it's not nearly enough to put him at ease. So, he's chasing the misty servants around, trying to get one of them to speak to him. ] Wait! Just listen to me! I cannot be here! [ They seem to do a great job at evading him, phasing right through him when he tries to touch them. He spots one phase right into a door, and Bolin slams open that door. ] PLEASE!

[ It's the door to the bath? Sorry if anyone was taking a soak in there. The where-am-I prompt is now also the suddenly-naked prompt. Just pulling out all the classics. ]

THE SICK BOI PROMPT (WEEK ONE):

[ Despite how little mind Bolin seems to actively pay to his own health, he's actually the sort who doesn't get sick easily. Toughing it out on the streets as a child must have built one very strong immune system, able to take on anything. So, it's rare for him to get the flu. It's an especially bad flu too. He's sniffing constantly, and his mind is all a-fog. Even Pabu seems concerned about him, but there's nothing the little guy can really do but poke his nose in Bolin's face. ] Okay, Pabu, I know we never trained for this, but I know you're smart. [ Loud sniff. ]

Do you know what tissues are? Do you think you can find me s-s-s'ACHOO!!

[ And at once, a huge gust of wind passes by, triggered by his sneeze. Bolin's an Airbender now, apparently, and he knows nothing at all about how to be one. Two things can happen now:

1. His gust of wind is strong enough to knock your character off their feet, along with many other miscellaneous items, probably. Sorry about that. Or ...

2. His gust of wind blows his beloved fire ferret way, way up into the sky, where he lands on a ledge, barely hanging onto ... life. Sorry, Pabu. ]

STILL THE SICK BOI PROMPT (WEEK THREE):

[ And now he's slowly going blind? Hey, what the f#$% (censored because he's a nick toon). A few days into the week and Bolin's vision seems to have blurred to the point where he can make out the vague shape of things in his surroundings, but he's lost on the details. This means it's very hard for him to tell people apart until they start to speak. When he comes across a person somewhat shorter than him, who has more of a feminine build (they may or may not actually be a girl), he's quick to rush up to them and hold their face affectionately. ]

... Opal? [ No ...... ]

WILDCARD

[ OOC: yeah honestly i'm up for anything ... if anybody wants me to write a starter, give me an emoji and i'll try to ... write a prompt based on it. ]

Comments

3 (because I live for the lulz)

[pidgeypidge]

[Somehow, Pidge had managed to last this long without getting the worst of whatever this illness was. That didn't mean she wasn't affected, though. But mostly she was just dealing with a case of the sniffles and a near-constant headache. Fun times.

So when she finally ventured out of her bedroom in an attempt to find food, she absolutely wasn't expecting to be accosted by someone she didn't recognize. She wasn't terribly big on casual physical affection unless she was comfortable with someone, so having hands suddenly on her face was definitely... an experience.]

I'm afraid not.

[And she's just going to... casually try to remove her face from those hands now. Yes.]

[lavabend]

Oh. [ Yeaaah, upon a closer look (or what he actually can see about them) this person's way too short to be Opal, and the skin and hair all looks wrong. Oops. Bolin's not the type to be awkward about physical contact, but he does feel bad for randomly assuming this stranger is his ... girlfriend and acting accordingly. A little sheepishly, he releases his hands. ]

Sorry. You looked like someone I know from afar, but now I realise I'm utterly, completely off on that.

2.1

[purrtagonist]

ACK--

[aaand here's Akira, with an armful of blankets and pillows ready to scatter around the hallways of the temple, totally being blown off of his feet and into a wall!]

[. . .]

[nope, that's a lie. he's being blown off of his feet and right through a wall. because as soon as his back hits the stone, his handy dandy intangibility skill kicks in, which means he's phasing through the barrier like it isn't even there and disappearing into the room beyond]

[at least he left the pillows and blankets behind]

1/3

[lavabend]

[ His mind is foggy enough. He doesn't need to be bamboozled with the Mystery of the Disappearing Teenager. He's pretty sure he saw a guy right here but they flew into the wall and disappeared? ] What the heck?! Did you see that, Pabu?! That guy just --!!

[lavabend]

[ Pabu helpfully brings him a blanket, which is not what Bolin asked for at all, and certainly not his priority right now. ]

No, I asked for tissues. We're going to have to work on this later. Anyway, focus, buddy, that's not important now!

[lavabend]

[ He rushes up to that wall, where the mysterious scene took place, and tosses a few pillows around to see if Akira is somehow underneath them. He's nowhere to be seen! Then, Bolin presses his hand against that wall, feeling it. It just feels like a normal wall. ]

Do you think [ And he gives Pabu the most intense look. ] my Airbending -- sent him into the Spirit World?!

before sickness

[activatingcombatmode]

[Look. Zack showed up here with a ton of gashes, open wounds and bullet holes in his body. So, while his body seemed to miraculously get healed up by whatever higher powers run this place, that doesn't mean he is going to pass up on the chance to soak the rest of the tension and stress away with these giant hot baths. He worked hard! He's going to enjoy a bit of rest and relaxation!

What he's not expecting is for some screaming guy to burst while he's sitting there in the bath with his head resting on the edge. He merely looks over at the guy with a raised eyebrow.]

Let me guess, you're new too?

[He doesn't seem to care all that much that he's in the bath when this all happens. They're public, right? Plus he's a military guy, it's not unusual to share these sorts of spaces.]

[lavabend]

Oh! Sorry ... [ Doing pretty much everything with his brother means he's not really that awkward about nudity when it's with guys, but it's still terribly rude to just bust into someone else's bath. Shoudl he slowly leave? Zack doesn't seem to mind though, so it's probably fine. ]

I am, and I was just trying to get one of those mist-people to talk to me. All they seem to want to do is clean stuff up and ghost around the place.

[ Maybe he needs to make a big mess to get their attention. Hmm. ]

week 3

[ladame]

[ while bolin has already advanced to deep stages, haru is still relatively ok. feverish but not so much that she can't walk around and try to corral others to getting rest. a lot of people seem to be incapable of just staying in bed like they should!

she's going down the hall when she sees bolin from a distance, clearly not well given his movements. but as soon as he begins to approach she'll stop walking. ]

Hello. You shouldn't be--

[ and then he takes her face into her hands, stopping all train of thought and making her go speechless. ]

Ah... um... [ opal?... ] Please let go of my face.

[lavabend]

[ Staying in bed is for squares? Anyway, he has a seeing-eye ferret. He's fine.

... That is definitely not Opal's voice. ] Uh. Oops. [ He's totally fine with touching people's faces on a regular basis, but in the context of assuming they're his girlfriend? That's a little awkward. Pabu crawls up his arm and starts tugging at his hand, as if to tell Bolin he's got the wrong girl. Bolin speaks to the ferret in a defeated tone. ]

Yeah, kinda late there buddy. Damage already done. [ He's a good seeing-eye ferret on most days. Really. Bolin releases Haru now, sounding a little embarrassed. ] Sorry. You kinda looked someone I know. At least, the general shape of you does -- the general outline? Now I'm really not seeing it, so I don't know why I did that.

[ He talks more when he's nervous. ]

where/what prompt

[formleg]

[After spending a lot of time in space, battling Lotor, and then running around to save not!Shiro...well that works up a sweat. Add on to that the mysterious arrival here and nearly freaking out before hearing from both Keith and Shiro and Pidge, well, that also worked up a sweat.

The kitchen was a good find, but the even nicer find was the bathhouse tucked away in the temple. Hunk had only been soaking for, like, five minutes before someone came crashing in and shouting loudly. Hunk sighs. Even here there is just never a break. He tilts his head back to see who it is.]

Hey man, this is a place to relax. You want to tone it down a bit?

[lavabend]

[ This sure is a bath. And the misty servant he was chasing seems to have disappeared completely. A coincidence? Probably not. ] Right. Sorry ...

[ He's still really frustrated about having to be here, but he knows when he's wrong. Busting into someone else's bath is just terribly rude. Bolin does turn down the volume as asked to, but he's still determined to find that mist-person he was trying to talk to. ] Did you ... happen to see a ghost-guy around here? He was kinda misty, doesn't talk all too much, loves to clean ...

b.s. (before sickness)

[seaclipsed]

[ katara is actually walking by when she hears his yelling. she's aware that there are new arrivals, so she figures maybe this is someone who just showed up so she heads towards his voice

just in time to see him rush into the bath. ]

... you probably should have knocked.

[lavabend]

[ He probably should have, because he busted into a private bath and a bunch of girls immediately start throwing buckets and toiletries at him. ]

AAH! Sorry! Totally didn't mean to -- Ow! [ He got hit in the head with a bar of soap but you know what? He's had worst things come hit him in the head. He's fine.

There's a tired sigh, as he rubs at the slightly swollen area. ] Probably. I'm starting to think that mist-person may have been trying to give me the slip.

[ Now he glances at this girl, who looks really familiar for some reason. They also look like they're from the Water Tribe. Meanwhile, Pabu is nesting in the bucket that almost gave Bolin a black eye. Good for you, Pabu. ]

3 and i'm sorry

[archaeo]

[Aphra's life is far from perfect, but she's not sure how she'd rank her current situation.

Pros: She's not in prison.

Cons: She's extremely sick and some random dude is grabbing her face for no reason.

Usually, she'd just shoot him and be done with it, but when he speaks, she starts to get an idea of what's happening.]

Yeah? What is it?

aphra please

[lavabend]

[ This is actually very preferable to shooting. So, Opal definitely sounds different, but with so many people getting sick it's possible that she has a bad throat. Why would someone pretend to be Opal, anyway? That makes no sense. It's Bolin's desire to see his girlfriend that keeps him believing he's found her, at least for the moment. ]

You're talking to me? Does this mean you're no longer mad at me? [ So hopeful. He just wants to believe in a nice thing, alright? ] Oh, I've missed you so much.

[ Now he's going to try and pull Aphra into one very warm hug. Sorry. ]

week one! 2...

[grawlixes]

[ She came here for a good time and she feels personally attacked right now.

Okay, not personally because it happened to Pabu and not her. But, she sure as hell doesn't like the loud sound that came out of nowhere which has put her on alert mode and ready to attack if anyone gets too close to her.

But

It's just Bolin. He's safe for now. ]

The fuck you doing?

[lavabend]

[ NO CURSING!!! ON THIS NICKELODEON SERVER!!! Bolin's never even heard that word before, because it just doesn't exist in cartoon land. ]

Sorry. If I could keep it in, I would. [ ... ] Actually, maybe not. I might explode.

[ The force of that sneeze alone... He doesn't know what would happen and he doesn't want to find out. Bolin gives a roll of the shoulders, pondering over why they feel so light all of a sudden. He doesn't notice the loss of his furry friend just yet.]

week 3

[apocryphas]

[ As Mordred feels a stranger's hands all over he face, the stranger is going to feel the tip of cold steel right underneath his chin. ]

Are you aware that you just laid your hands on a king?

[lavabend]

[ What the heckie?! Yeah, this definitely isn't Opal. Unless Opal now somehow hates him enough to want to kill him. Bolin doesn't think he can deal with that heartbreak.

No, this is someone else. Someone small but very dangerous. Despite being a big guy, he's actually easy to intimidate, and Bolin freezes up, letting Mordred's face go and putting his hands up in surrender. ] Eep.

I'm sorry, your ... Highness? [ ???? ] It was just a case of mistaken identity. Yup. Wasn't going to try anything. So you don't have to kill me.

[geomagnetically]

[ That gust of wind takes Lorna right off her feet and sends her tumbling ungracefully down and around until she finally comes to a stop. ]

Holy shit.

[ She doesn't sound that mad or annoyed. Just surprised. ]

That was something. Uh. You okay?

[lavabend]

[ no cursing on this nickelodeon server ] Aah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!

[ He's chasing after this person he had accidentally blown away now, trying to see if they're fine. He's also hoping they aren't mad.

Lorna doesn't seem to be, since she's somehow concerned about him instead. ] I should be asking you that! You didn't hit your head or anything, did you?

before sickness

[lumberlady]

[Thankfully for her modesty, Konoha is already re-dressing when someone comes barging through the door shouting. Unfortunately, she's not done dressing, and when the voice and slam registers she half jumps in alarm, jerking her top closed as quickly as she can and desperately shuffling to put her bare rear towards the wall and away from the door.

Her... equine rear. Attached to four legs. And hooves. With a tail.]

What are you doing here?!

[Wasn't this the women's section?!?!]

1/2

[lavabend]

[ He's so stunned by this sight of four legs on a person that he momentarily forgets that this is a women's bath, and that he's very incredibly inappropriate by barging in. ]

Hors -- [ That's the first thing that falls out of his mouth, as he stares at her. Then, he realises how rude he's being and tries to salvage things. ] ing ... around?

[ Nope, he blew it. ]

one!

[array]

( korra is less in a stupor than bolin over the setting - not that she's entirely happy to be here, but it isn't the worst thing that's happened. for her, the world at home is mostly safe, if throw into the wild winds of change, but when change is happening all the time it becomes more reliable than staying stationary, so. it's fine. she misses asami, feels bad about missing their vacation, but that's fine too.

what's less fine? her bending's gone.

she's been throwing a pity party for herself since she arrived here, but seeing bolin brings a little light back into her eyes, a perk in her step. it's before he goes into the bath, while he's yelling at the ghosties that korra approaches. she just creeps up behind him, predatory and smooth, while he's distracted with his his own turmoil. arms extended, she has grabby little fingers, and then - attack! )

Bolin! ( only the attack in this case is a bear hug, wrapped around his middle, so korra can lift him with the strength of her squeeze. she sets his rightfully back down on the floor soon enough, sure footed, cocky that she caught him off guard. ) Man, am I glad to see you.

yes it's the best girl

[lavabend]

[ Korra's probably got some ninja-like stealth, because Bolin doesn't expect her at all when she comes, so he lets out a little yelp when he's suddenly hoisted right off his feet. Not a lot of people can do that. He's a stocky guy. The only people who do that are pretty much Mako and -- ]

Korra! [ And at once, he can feel his anxiety over being here and the general state of their hometown easing away. He's not even frustrated at the mist-people anymore. Korra just has a way of doing that, putting others at ease. Whenever she's around, you just know she'll be able to handle everything.

Once he's set on his feet he's flipping around and holding his dear friend by the shoulders, squeezing her affectionately. ] And I'm so glad to see you! Oh, it's been so long. I'm loving the new hairdo.

week one;

[juniberries]

[She's been feeling not quite herself; her nose is red rimmed from the sniffles, her eyes a bit watery from holding back a sneeze here or there, and it's an ailment that has her missing Coran in a rather silly way. Because whenever she got the Perulivan Phlu, he always had his great-grandmother's traditional soup at hand and a spot of tea in the other.

But she has to fend this mild sickness for herself, no time to whine about it like she used to when she was a kid, and only hold out hope that somewhere in the kitchen she can procure a similar sort of soup to help keep her sniffles at bay.

Instead, she's caught off-guard by a huge gust of wind from seemingly nowhere, falling bum-over-teakettle and taken so aback she just remains seated on the floor of the Temple hall. Poor Platt has been knocked even further down the hall.

Still sitting on the floor, she looks over towards where the gust came from, hair disheveled out of its updo.]

Was...did that come from you?

[lavabend]

[ So that was completely unexpected, and he feels terrible about it. Especially since the person he knocked over seems to be a kind-looking woman and her pet mouse. ]

Yeah, it's ... kind of a new thing. I don't really have the hang of it yet. And if I knew my sneezes would become hazardous I probably wouldn't have accepted that soup from that one guy with the flu.

[ Bolin will accept any sort of food offered to him, though. When you grow up in the street, you develop that kind of opportunistic attitude to simple luxuries. There's another sniff, but he tries to keep himself from sneezing again. He also offers Allura a hand, and stares at her mouse with some concern. ] Sorry. Did I hurt you?

sick boi 1: prequel to sicker boy

[digestive]

[Well.]

[The plus side is that Mikuni's hard to knock off his feet, given that he's two-thirds massive horse. He's solid. That doesn't mean he loves this sudden wind business, though. It smacks him in the face so hard it actually hurts and blows his huge mass of hair straight back from his head, only to collapse in his face once the wind dies down.]

[Still, he could have it worse. He could be Pabu. Reaching up to part the curtain of hair that now hangs over his face, he peers at Bolin, then up . . . way up, at Pabu.]

. . . That didn't go as planned, did it. [He'll be sympathetic in a second, just let him recover.]

oh god i didnt know he's also a horsey

[lavabend]

[ Wow, this might be the second centaur he's met? Mikuni is certainly the first centaur he's met that didn't have to be subjected to a horrible horse pun. Bolin would be much more impressed by that if not for the state of the Pabu. His eyes follow Mikuni's up, up until he sees his best friend, hanging only by his little paws onto the ledge. ]

No. PABU!! Buddy, just hang on, I'm coming for you! [ If he still had his Earthbending, this would be an easy problem to solve. He would just raise the ground he's standing on high enough to save the ferret. Unfortunately, all he does have is a form of bending he knows nothing about.

Bolin does a punching motion, aiming it at the ground, and tries to ... shoot air from his fists? He ends up swerving out of control and hitting the wall. ]

week one

[lonered]

[So. Keith keeps his feet, but wow. Wow that was a breeze just then. And a sneeze. And that has to have something to do with this guy's magic.]

...I know what tissues are, but I haven't seen any. Also I doubt a tissue could stand up to that.

[Anyway. More importantly, there is apparently a fire ferret that has just been sent flying. Keith looks up at the poor thing.]

Uh... I'll get your... that thing. ...try not to sneeze while I'm in flight, okay.

[Give him just a second. And he will just float himself right on up towards the small precariously clinging creature.] Come here, little guy.

[lavabend]

[ AWW, KEITH. If not for Keith, Bolin would be freaking the heck out right now over his poor ferret. That Keith, what a great guy. He's going to stare at the floating man in trepidation, like a worried parent. ]

Pabu, don't worry! He says he'll come get you! [ As Keith floats closer to the ferret. ] You gotta let go when he grabs you, buddy!

[ Meanwhile, he feels a sneeze coming, and he's quick to clamp up, covering his nose and mouth in his hands. ]

sick boi prompt!!!!

[cargoed]

[ as it so happens, lance will end up in situation number two. specifically, directly under a sudden flying ferret that becomes stuck hanging from the ledge above him.

he doesn't really know where he came from, or what happened, or why there is an animal hanging from the ledge above him but lance is PRETTY GOOD at working on his feet, so after that initial moment of "what the quizknak" lance is going to take a step to the left, then back to the right, trying to settle himself directly under. ]

I got you, little buddy! It's okay! I can catch you!

[ operation: save this small animal is a go. ]

[lavabend]

[ Thanks, stranger who might be from the water tribe. Bolin is also hovering around under Pabu, trying to position himself just where he thinks Pabu might fall. He then has another idea and straight up strips off his shirt. Sorry, but the guns are now out. ]

Wait, wait, I know! Hold the end of this! [ It's a bit weird but he'll give Lance one end and hold the other out, making a canopy for the little guy to fall in. ]

sick boi: the sickening

[cuedoves]

[ as is zuko's luck, he's calmly walking with several bowls of soup precariously perched in his arms. it's taking a lot of energy to walk straight without spilling anything, as he's sick himself and his vision is a little blurry. among other things. but he can manage. he's walking it off, minding his own business..... and. ]

[ thankfully (??) this is not the first time he's been airbended at, even kind of sneezebended at, so he throws his arms out to defend himself by instinct and --- oops, there go the bowls. ]

---Argh!

[ he's knocked back anyway, and the soup is about to smash on the ground, but he has to protect it at all costs. he thrusts his hands out, waterbending the soup out of each bowl as he's thrown back, all them smashing on the ground and him wiggling his hands with soup in the air looking like some kind of idiot. seriously, this is unrefined. he keeps it all in the air, this mass of liquid --- but because it's zuko, he loses control of it when it's just above his head and --- yep, he's soaked. ]

[ care to airbend him dry bolin?? or not, he's turning a surly glare onto the other man, a.... wet angry zuko. ]

I spent an hour making these!

[ what a great first meeting for them!! ]

this made me laugh

[lavabend]

Wow! You can -- [ waterbend, is what Bolin wants to say, but as soon as the display starts, it's over. This extremely family stranger in now drenched in the delicious fruit (or stew) of his labour, and looking downright livid to boot. He knows this glare. It's the same kind of glare Mako sometimes gives him when he does something stupid, only more on the side of 'irritation' than 'parental disappointment'. ]

Ooo. Sorry. [ Though he wasn't hit by any soup, he might as well have been with how much he's visibly wincing. ] Don't worry, I got this.

[ Like a big walking hairdryer, Bolin holds out his hands and blows a huge gust of wind at Zuko, blowing the soup right off him. Zuko might get blown off his feet too if he's not careful. ]

2 - 1 aka sick boi: week one

[spaceforged]

[He'd been reading back over the network. There's not much on it right now on the account of everyone getting sick. He hears the sneeze seconds before he's flat on his back with no clue how he got there. He blinks and sits up, propping himself up on his elbows.]

What- [He takes in the person, the fuzzy friend with them and sighs, his shock ebbing away.] You alright, there?

[lavabend]

[ This poor ... old man. ]

Aah! Oh no! [ A loud sniff to keep himself from dripping everywhere in a disgusting manner, and he's rushing to Shiro's side. ] I'm sorry! That wasn't supposed to happen. [ Now that he's closer to Shiro, the guy looks only just a little older than him and isn't quite as old as initially though, so that's actually relieving. The last thing he wants is to sneezebend someone several feet away and cause them to fracture something. ]

It's been ... kinda hard to control ever since I got sick.