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[moochobliged]

Who: Ling and y'all
Where: around....places
When: in & around the sickness event
Rating: H for hungry
What: just cha boi making a mess of himself. this is an intro??

A. food (pre- or week 1 sickness)

[Here's the scene: you're in the kitchen, or maybe you've just left it, and you have in your possession your precious freshly-made meal. You spent time on this. Maybe you're sick, too, and it was an herculean effort to make it at all.

And then there's Ling, appearing quite suddenly at your elbow and peering not too closely at the food, but close enough.]

Are you going to finish that?

[Pushing him right in the face is allowed, perhaps even encouraged.]

A2. bonus
[Sadly the entire prompt is just Ling on the ground, face down, not moving and seemingly either unconscious or worse. That's the prompt. He could be anywhere; the hallway, the kitchen again, just outside the door to your room, even outside the Temple itself-- but he's apparently made some bad choices in the more recent hours, and he's either starving or grievously ill or both.]

B. week 2 sickness

[Or, the one with hallucinations, because that's always fun. Ling is notoriously bad at taking care of himself, which in this case means not staying in bed when he reasonably should be. After his stellar performance passing out from hunger before, it might not even be obvious that he's as sick as he is without a really close inspection. That will reveal the sickly, pallid color of his skin, the way he wobbles a little when trying to hold still, and the feverish sweat he keeps pretending he isn't experiencing.

So he could be better. But he's out of bed and taking to the hallways, for one particular reason: eventually, the things he's seeing have to stop following him around, right? You might find him wandering around at random, looking distant and distracted with a hand clutched over his own face, or slightly goofier: just standing there, waving his hand at someone who isn't there like he's trying to reach out and touch them.

They are, of course, not there. And he knows this, he does, and it's getting more and more annoying to see things. At one point he reaches out as if to grab somebody by the shoulder and with his fingers clasped around nothing at all, looks toward whoever's stopped to watch this display.]

How many of me do you see here right now?

C. powers (timed whenever)

[Wherever you are, you're minding your own business when out of the corner of your eye you spot something dark and wiggling creeping into your periphery. This is, perhaps, more concerning than it should be, as a second look will reveal that it's... ink. It's ink crawling over the wall or the book you're reading or maybe even your own clothing before sliding off to the next surface like it was never there, and it spells out a message:

HELLO LOOK LEFT
YOU CAN REPLY TO THIS MESSAGE
...which, actually, he doesn't know, but he wants to try and see how many ways this power can be pushed. Looking left will reveal Ling, holding a fountain pen and wiggling it significantly when he catches your eye. Write him something!!

(Spoiler: it probably won't work.)

Ling can also be found just mucking around with his new and very strange power, making a few doodles move or squeezing his fist around a pen to coat his whole arm in ink at once like a dark glove. This in particular is very exciting, ooooh, aaaah.]

D. wildcard

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A2

[formleg]

[After the excellent curry dish and finishing his examination of the kitchen, Hunk felt confident to begin work on his own dishes. It was better to start now anyway, he wasn't sure how well he would do with this older equipment, so best to learn now while half the people were too sick to possibly notice anyway.

He'd decided to keep it simple for now and with people starting to catch a flu, he figured that meant working on comfort food: soups and stews. Actually, maybe it might be a good idea to try bread. That could go with a lot of different dishes.

After he decided on bread, Hunk had mixed it together and left it to rise for several hours. It's only as he is returning to the kitchen to get to work on it that he notices a young man laying faced down outside the kitchen door. Hunk's eyes widen and he kneels down, reaching to touch the other's shoulder*.]

Oh man...are you okay?!

*(Hunk's ability is healing touch, so if Ling ISN'T just being a drama queen and actually feels a little bad then Hunk touching his shoulder will improve how he feels a little bit. Think of it as a slight boost to Ling's HP. Hunk does not realize this yet.)

a! maybe early on in the sickness

[resistivity]

( what. excuse you. mako twists at the hips, protectively shielding his meal with the lee of his body. his left arm is in a sling and heavily bandaged besides, otherwise it would definitely be shoved in ling's face. he's under the weather but not ill, which is mostly just making him grouchier than usual. )

I haven't even touched it yet. What's your problem?

( he's protective of his food, okay. )

B

[ebonyengine]

[The only thing worse than being sick, Ignis has learned, is being around other people who are also sick, because it means that everything is in disarray and there's no one who can get it in order. Still, he tries. Despite his own sickness, Ignis is trying to go about business as usual. He's also doing his best to help anyone who is sick. It's not going very well, honestly.

When presented with the question of how many of me do you see here right now? his first instinct is to look around and actually see if there's any more of the man around. What, with the whole magic powers things everyone has going on, it's a perfectly possible thing to be actually happening, right?]

One. Am I supposed to be seeing more?

c

[finethanks]

What's that, Ling-kun? You'd like my autograph?

[He's teasing, of course. He reaches to take that pen with a chuckle. What is this... moving ink came out of this, or what?]

What exactly are you doing? Writing things on objects and walls is likely against the rules, so as a student council president I feel as if I should be scolding you... However, if it can move just like that, then I suppose it isn't a problem.

But... where do I attempt this? [The...air?? He pokes at those words with the pen.]

A day later HERE I COME - C

[imperialsun]

[Huh. He might be a little sick but the magical ink is pretty interesting, and after ghosts in bathrooms and attacking basketballs, it's a nice change of pace.]

I hope this won't leave stains...

[Then words form! How amazing. He turns as instructed and waves at Ling, taking the fountain pen.]

Hi! You can't speak?

[Just making sure.]

A.

[lumberlady]

[Konoha has spent a lot of time in the kitchens since they got back. Not only is she used to cooking, likes it, but there were people feeling a bit under the weather, and a good seven herb porridge would perk them up.

She'd take some too, except then... there's a man's face very close to her bowl.

The centaur backs up with a soft clatter of hooves, blinking almost comically.]

Um- are you hungry?