( open ) came back to the city with an open heart

[digestive]

Who: Mikuni & open!
Where: Around the Temple
When: September 9 - 20, so throughout the second half of the sickness event. Any prompt can be set during any stage of sickness.
Rating PG unless otherwise noted?
What: Mikuni explores the Temple, worries, tries to keep people hydrated, and volunteers as a quadrupedal walking stick.
Note: If anybody ends up being in great distress during this log (due to illness or any other factors), Mikuni may unconsciously use his emotion-dampening powers, since he isn't yet aware of them. I will check in via PM if I feel like this is likely in a given thread, but if you definitely would like to trigger those in a thread, feel free to PM me beforehand! I'm open to anything.


i. with all its boyish charm ( kitchens )

[Without question, Mikuni feels fully out of his element here. He has since the moment he was pulled bodily sideways to this place, with its stone buildings and vast forest full of unfamiliar plants. The fairies aren't particularly comforting, either.]

[All the same, it's his instinct to make himself at home wherever he finds himself, more or less out of necessity. That's made a little bit easier by how obvious it is that everything's falling apart right now. At least he's used to being surrounded by people running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Every single person here is sick? Fine. It could be worse.]

[Which is how he finds himself in the kitchen, leaning over and attending to not one, but several pots. The biggest one holds a truly ridiculous amount of soup; he's not exactly happy with it, since the ingredients aren't what he's used to, but it will be hearty enough to keep the sick on a path to healing. The rest are assorted similarly simple, hearty items.]

Here--excuse me.

[Were you sticking your nose into what's on the stove, or simply trying to navigate your way around Mikuni's horse half? Delirious with illness? The particulars don't matter. Regardless, he's holding out a spoonful of soup expectantly.]

I'm sure it could be better. But is it tolerable?

ii. but the charm won't last ( health brigade )

[There are more than a few people in the Temple of Beginnings right now who are feeling too miserable to get up and come down to the kitchens to eat, especially now that fevers have struck. It's . . . well. It's not ideal. Mikuni knows hardly anyone here, yet, nor does he particularly want to make all of his introductions in one evening to a collection of delusionally-ill mostly-humans.]

[But needs must, and pretty much anything is better than sitting around waiting for something to happen and feeling wrong-footed. Besides, he's getting a bit bored.]

[This is why there are hoofbeats on the stone of your room as Mikuni does his level best to enter quietly with a tray. His smile is soft and gentle, entirely inoffensive.]

Good afternoon. We haven't met, but I've brought you something from the kitchens to keep your strength up.

[And I'm Not Leaving Until You Eat It :^)]

iii. past the strike of the night ( outdoors )

[Looking at the trees has started to become genuinely upsetting. Mikuni is used to being surrounded by wilderness. Even at its most tamed, the world that is home to him defines itself by vast expanses of forest and mountain. To see the plant life here deteriorating so quickly before his eyes . . . he's only been here a few days and it's already gotten visibly worse. It simply doesn't look right. He doesn't have to have a modern sense of disease vectors to know how unlikely it is for plants and animals to share diseases between each other, either.]

[He glances behind him as he hears footsteps, hand falling to his side from where it was brushing worriedly against the trunk beside him. Who is that?]

Hello? . . . Do you need a hand? I'm not doing anything in particular-- [With a faint smile, he tucks his long hair behind his ears.] Just fussing. Are you well enough to be walking on your own?

[Please don't fall on your face in the dirt. Although if you do, he will catch.]

iv. wildcard

[Hit me with anything else, or contact me to plot via PM or at passiones!]

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[digestive]

[Mikuni lets out a sound that's suspiciously like a snort, but he does shove over to make room for his new . . . um, boss, apparently. It rankles, but there are bigger fish to fry here. Actually, are there? Maybe someone should go fishing, too.]

I'm Mikuni, by the way. At your service, apparently.

[The sarcasm is heavy today. It's good-natured, at least? He pokes at the stew one last time before turning to the pile of vegetables on his side of the stove.]

I can carry on getting the next round of vegetables ready, unless you've got a better idea.

[gluhen]

You may call me Percival.

[ The sarcasm was easily side-stepped as he bears greater concerns, and it is common courtesy to offer his name in return when others introduce themselves -regardless of tone. ]

Now, I will need some bouillon cubes to create the stock. Busy yourself with chopping. We'll prepare portions for at least a hundred mouths. And don't leave the stalks attached. They may be sick, but that is no excuse to serve them swill.

[ His own hands busy themselves looking for as many pots as he can before setting them all to boil at once. The heat should help clean the water, though he does make sure they're all spotless anyway before setting them on the various burners. He's also careful not to add too much salt, well aware that it could cause dehydration and also irritate those with sore throats.

His eyes occasionally flicker over to his elected sous chef, watching him with a critical eye and goading him to pick up the pace- ]

Don't tell me this is your maximum speed.