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Open âŦ if you sneeze, a butterfly in a forest somewhere will dance
Who: Sheryl Nome and anyone else! Including you. Especially you.
Where: All through the temple.
When: Arrival / sickness event
Rating PG13+, warning for mild nudity
What: Sheryl ain't down with the sickness.
[Week One:]
[It's silly to be worried about this. Sheryl knows that. She knows that her V-Type Infection had progressed to a stage where the symptoms were completely different from this; even if Ranka hadn't cured her, a resurgence would feel completely differently. And everyone else is sick, too. This can't be the disease that nearly killed her.
A part of her brain is completely ignoring all that logic and reason, though. These symptoms are like what she'd first felt, after all. And there's that tiny nagging voice that she can't banish, constantly asking her: What if? What if Ranka had just delayed her death? What if everyone else has one thing, but she has another?
It's a stupid, irrational thought, and she can't banish it. So Sheryl deals with the deep-seated panic the best way she knows how: She throws herself into her music.
The only trouble is that this lingering headache and stuffiness makes it so very hard to write lyrics. So you'll find a young woman sitting at a table in the kitchen with a pencil and a torn sheet of paper that's full of scribbled out words. Most of them are crossed out. Sheryl is looking very frustrated-- and then she turns, pointing the end of the pencil at you.] You!
...what rhymes with "forest"?
[Week Two:]
[It got worse. It got much worse.
The good news is that Sheryl is now fairly certain that this isn't her V-Type Infection coming back; the symptoms have progressed in a completely different way.
That's the only good news. Sheryl feels like shit. She hasn't experienced the hallucinations that she's heard other people dealing with, which she's thankful for, but a violent fever and everything else that comes with it isn't much better.
The worst is that she constantly feels like she's just burning up, across her entire body, and since the bathing area is communal here, she hasn't figured out how to take a cold shower or bath to try and counteract it. Still, she's a resourceful young woman.
In the hallways just outside of the bathing area, you'll come across Sheryl with a rolled-up wet towel draped around her neck and over her shoulders. Though the towel hangs down in front of her chest, it is very clear that she is not wearing a shirt. Still, any potential sexiness is blunted by the fact that Sheryl looks rough and completely exhausted.
She's just too drained to give a shit about this right now. She does glance in your direction, though, and speaks in a slow voice that sounds impossibly tired.]
Can't a girl get some privacy around here...?
[Week Three:]
[Again, there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that she feels much, much better than before. No fever, no chills, no cold sweats, no trembling.
The bad news is that she can't see.
In a place where she still doesn't know anybody that well, she's reluctant to ask someone for help like she might someone she trusts, like Alto or Ranka. Which means Sheryl is moving slowly around the temple, one hand on the walls at all time, dark glasses on even in the middle of the night.
At some point leaving the kitchen area, you might hear a girl's voice yelp in pain. If you investigate, you'll find Sheryl doubled over, rubbing at one of her shins and hissing obscenities through her teeth.
When she hears footsteps, she straightens up abruptly.] Ah... someone must've moved that chair, I don't think it was there before!
[It's an odd excuse, mainly because she'd just run into a bench, and you're pretty sure the bench has always been there that whole time. Also, she's not looking directly at you, but also a little off to the side.
A little suspicious.]
Where: All through the temple.
When: Arrival / sickness event
Rating PG13+, warning for mild nudity
What: Sheryl ain't down with the sickness.
[Week One:]
[It's silly to be worried about this. Sheryl knows that. She knows that her V-Type Infection had progressed to a stage where the symptoms were completely different from this; even if Ranka hadn't cured her, a resurgence would feel completely differently. And everyone else is sick, too. This can't be the disease that nearly killed her.
A part of her brain is completely ignoring all that logic and reason, though. These symptoms are like what she'd first felt, after all. And there's that tiny nagging voice that she can't banish, constantly asking her: What if? What if Ranka had just delayed her death? What if everyone else has one thing, but she has another?
It's a stupid, irrational thought, and she can't banish it. So Sheryl deals with the deep-seated panic the best way she knows how: She throws herself into her music.
The only trouble is that this lingering headache and stuffiness makes it so very hard to write lyrics. So you'll find a young woman sitting at a table in the kitchen with a pencil and a torn sheet of paper that's full of scribbled out words. Most of them are crossed out. Sheryl is looking very frustrated-- and then she turns, pointing the end of the pencil at you.] You!
...what rhymes with "forest"?
[Week Two:]
[It got worse. It got much worse.
The good news is that Sheryl is now fairly certain that this isn't her V-Type Infection coming back; the symptoms have progressed in a completely different way.
That's the only good news. Sheryl feels like shit. She hasn't experienced the hallucinations that she's heard other people dealing with, which she's thankful for, but a violent fever and everything else that comes with it isn't much better.
The worst is that she constantly feels like she's just burning up, across her entire body, and since the bathing area is communal here, she hasn't figured out how to take a cold shower or bath to try and counteract it. Still, she's a resourceful young woman.
In the hallways just outside of the bathing area, you'll come across Sheryl with a rolled-up wet towel draped around her neck and over her shoulders. Though the towel hangs down in front of her chest, it is very clear that she is not wearing a shirt. Still, any potential sexiness is blunted by the fact that Sheryl looks rough and completely exhausted.
She's just too drained to give a shit about this right now. She does glance in your direction, though, and speaks in a slow voice that sounds impossibly tired.]
Can't a girl get some privacy around here...?
[Week Three:]
[Again, there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that she feels much, much better than before. No fever, no chills, no cold sweats, no trembling.
The bad news is that she can't see.
In a place where she still doesn't know anybody that well, she's reluctant to ask someone for help like she might someone she trusts, like Alto or Ranka. Which means Sheryl is moving slowly around the temple, one hand on the walls at all time, dark glasses on even in the middle of the night.
At some point leaving the kitchen area, you might hear a girl's voice yelp in pain. If you investigate, you'll find Sheryl doubled over, rubbing at one of her shins and hissing obscenities through her teeth.
When she hears footsteps, she straightens up abruptly.] Ah... someone must've moved that chair, I don't think it was there before!
[It's an odd excuse, mainly because she'd just run into a bench, and you're pretty sure the bench has always been there that whole time. Also, she's not looking directly at you, but also a little off to the side.
A little suspicious.]
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[Or using an EX-Gear.]
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Is that a kind of... "technology"? Mine doesn't have that... like, at all.
[Her hooves make a soft clopping sound on the bathhouse's tile-rock floor, leading Sheryl gently around the other pools until the cooler one near the exit comes into view.]
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What do you have?
[At least the steam is starting to thin and her skin doesn't feel like it's burning anymore.
That cool water looks very nice...]
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[Once they get close enough to the cooler water pool, Konoha pauses her train of thought to take Sheryl close enough to grab the rail leading in, monitor to make sure she can get in without incident.]
We have palanquins... ox carriages... horses...
[You could travel perfectly fine on those!]
Just no... "electricity" or "phones" or "googles".
[Some fun words she's picked up since her arrival, slightly mispronounced.]
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She glances at the jinba girl.] You're joking. What sort of antique...
...no, you know what? Not the time.
[Sorry, Konoha, she's going to ignore the railing and is just sort of
gonna fall into the pool face first.]
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Pretty sure that was a fall and not some sort of weird dive, Konoha ignores the fact that she's still fully dressed and just... jumps over the other woman's body and in to the pool, displacing a nice splash of water in the process as she just goes to grab her and pull her upright, now... completely soaking wet herself, clothes clinging to her body as she tries to check if Sheryl had actually fainted or not.]
Oh my gosh, are you alright?!
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Then the jump of one centaur into the pool rocks everything, and Sheryl opens her eyes underwater just in time to be dragged up to the surface.] What--
What?! What's the matter? I was getting into the bath, you idiot! [Oh yeah. Instantly she seems far less dreamlike and far more... sharptongued.]
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She's okay???
Konoha looks a bit shocked at first, holding her by the shoulders and finding the other woman feisty and conscious instead of sickly and potentially faint like she'd thought... but despite Sheryl's rather critical reaction, Konoha suddenly just smiles, laughing in relief as water drips into her face from her now wet hair.]
I'm so glad- I thought you fainted! Who gets into a pool like that?
[HAHA...]
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Still, she looks a little huffy as she finds her feet underneath her. The pool is deep, but not so deep she can't stand.] Well obviously me, when I'm too sick to care otherwise!
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[Konoha is still laughing a bit as she releases Sheryl once it seems she's found her footing.]
I should have thought of that.
[She seems pretty unashamed of her not thinking, though, simple as you please moving to begin stripping off her sipping wet kimono top and the underlayer, casually revealing her breasts, and- more shocking, probably, the place where human waist transitions into equine chest and shoulders.]
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Konoha's stripping doesn't bother her at all, but Sheryl does look closely at that midsection. Where there ought to be hips, thighs, and everything else, there's just... a horse body. It's fascinating. It's weird.]
How do you take a bath? You can't reach all of you with those short arms, right?
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I'm really flexible, actually!
[To demonstrate, (and cause she needs to), Konoha twists at the waist and curves her equine sides, deftly reaching back to begin undoing the ties on the fabric she wears on her rear like a skirt.]
It would be silly if we couldn't reach everything, right? I do have to lay down for some things, though.
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She's still not entirely certain this girl isn't a fevered hallucination.] I guess you'll be fine as long as we don't have to climb any ladders.
[Well. Okay. She sits back, letting herself float in the cold water.] Honestly, if I'd fainted, would I really have taken off my shorts first?
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Well, I thought you fainted after you got undressed.
[Still laughing a bit in relief, Konoha wades through the water a bit looking for one of the- there one was, one of the shelves built in to the pool beneath the water. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but she manages to sort of lay down along it, tucking up her legs and moving to undo the large bun piled on top of her head.]
Does this feel better at least? It's not too cold for a human?
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It feels like the first time Alto had brought her out to the Zentradi island-ship and she'd seen them in their full size rather than just interacting with them as miclones. Watching how they moved and lived in that super-sized world... it had been incredibly interesting, and this is no exception.
If she hadn't been incredibly sick, she might even be feeling inspired to write some lyrics right about now.] I'll probably change my mind in ten minutes or so, but for now, it feels just fine.
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[Always looking for a positive, Konoha's glad to hear it, getting her bun undone and letting down her long hair, voluminous and down to her... well, not her rear, that's way further back, but. What would be her rear if she had two legs. Her equine shoulders.]
A cold dip will be good for your fever. And then afterwards, some nice hot porridge and a long sleep.
[Simple!]
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a lot more hair than she looked like she had. That she kept it in a bun is pretty impressive.] ...I hate being confined to bed. Why do you think I ended up out here?
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But it's really better for you if you're sick... there are some nice people here, so I'm sure you could have company if you want it.
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[Boy, that cough kind of undermined her.]
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If you push yourself you're just going to be sick longer. Do people not die of sickness where you come from? You shouldn't take these things lightly! Even just a fever can kill you!
[People talked about medicine, apparently better medicine than her own world had. But still- people should still be afraid of disease, right?]
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She's not yelling. It's not even the indignant yelp from before after Konoha had jumped in after her. Her voice is quiet, but her tone is suddenly razor sharp.] They can, and they do.
Which is I'd rather experience the world with my time than waste it sitting in a bed bored out of my mind.
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[The razor sharp edge doesn't bother Konoha. In fact, she'd be more concerned if Sheryl had said that lightly. It at least meant she understood how serious illness could be, right?]
There's plenty of things you can do in a bed!
[... like learn to weave, or talk with friends, or practice a skill, like. You know.]
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[Though...]
Do your people use beds for that, too? Seems like it'd just be awkward, lying down.
[Opening, seized on.]
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Wait.
Wait, wait, wait-
The process plays out very clearly on Konoha's face until the movement of her hands comes to a stop and she blinks. Blinks again.
Turns red.]
N- no, of course we don't! I mean, I don't know, maybe some do, but it's much easier standing, isn't it- ?!
[Wow no wait she shouldn't have replied to that???]
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For us, standing can be... challenging. But fun!
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wraps up for us?
yep!