I could use a fresh beginning, too

[crowsicle]

Who: The Striders and anybody coming to visit them over the first week of sickness
When: Wednesday, May 16th to possibly around the 23rd
Where: The Strider apartment
Summary: Bros get sick together. Catch-all log post for guilt plague at the Strider apartment: will include movies, feelings jams, and lots of babying.
Warnings: Almost certainly language, and definitely gross sickie stuff.

[It hits Davesprite first. A little dizzy, a little stuffed up, but obviously it's not a big deal (even if he didn't know sprites could get sick--should he be worried?) so he just shrugs it off like it ain't no thing. Probably serves him right for picking random shades off the ground, who knows whose weird gaunt face those things have touched?

And then it doesn't get better.

Better is a thing it spectacularly fails to get.]

[[OOC: Will be posting comments for different days/events below, not necessarily in chronological order because not necessarily everything has been plotted out yet! Make sure you add your character to the tags when you tag in. And let me know on AIM or Plurk (asherdashery on both) if you want in on any of this.]]

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May 16th (Ahiru and Davesprite + others?)

[crowsicle]

[motioned]

[So, despite the fact that nearly everything Davesprite says confuses her, the allure of movies and lessons about culture can't be denied. So, at the time they'd decided on, she's knocking on his door, a characteristic grin on her face.]

[crowsicle]

[Called through the apartment:] I got it.

[Davesprite makes sure to get a big sniff in before he goes to answer the door. No need to make Ahiru worry, Striders are too cool to get sick. He lets her in and nods.]

Hey. Sup.

[Sniff.

Dammit.]

[motioned]

[She starts to walk in as she prepares to answer him, but then pauses at that sniff.]

Do you need a tissue?

[crowsicle]

Nah, I just spontaneously developed an allergy to fine-ass feathers or something. No big deal.

[He closes the door and drifts on over to the living room, where he'd thrown the movie on the couch earlier. He picks it up.]

You ready for Intro to American Culture 101?

[motioned]

Feathers? But I didn't—

[...But then she stops talking because she's dumb and didn't actually mean to say that out loud.]

I don't think you could be allergic. But yeah, I'm ready!

[crowsicle]

[Ahiru, you are so lucky Davesprite is like the least socially observant person on the planet. He goes to set up the movie.]

Okay, get yourself a seat. You can start on the popcorn, too, if you want.

[He gestures over his shoulder at the corner of the couch, where a bag of microwave popcorn is cooling.]

May 17th? (Roxy and Davesprite)

[crowsicle]

mommy dearest loves her son

[bestie]

[So far, Siren's Port has been an absolute blast for Roxy. Sure, she hasn't been too thrilled with some of the events she's experienced (such as the frightening power outage in the starter apartment she shared with Jane a few months ago), but she would take creepy monsters any day over the life she'd had back at home.

The friends she's made so far here have made everything worth it, too -- particularly Davesprite. So of course, she got a bit concerned when he sounded a little ill on the NV. She insisted that she come over immediately to watch over him and help nurse him back to health.

So here she is knocking at the Strider residence's door, holding a plastic bag full of several different (but useful!) items.] Hellooooo? Guess who!

Mommyyyyyyyyyyy ;;

[crowsicle]

[Fffffffuck but he feels a lot worse today. It takes him a little while to get off the couch and come to the door, and maybe his hair's kind of sticking up on one side from where he was lying down, but no way is he gonna make as fine a lady as Roxy wait at the door for longer than she has to.

He lets her in and nods slightly--bluh, his head, Christ. He's still puts on a chill face for her, though.]

Hey, Rox. Sup.

/kisses his cute widdle head

[bestie]

[Roxy gives him a small wave as she walks into the apartment.] Yo!

[And now she's standing almost perfectly still, one finger pressed to her lips as she scrutinizes her new surroundings. It doesn't take her long to direct her curious gaze back to Davesprite, though.] Wait one sec.

[She reaches over without warning and smooths down his hair.] There!

>u< <3 <3

[crowsicle]

[He makes a startled chirping sound, moving his hands up towards his head before freezing mid-motion and looking completely mortified. He's stuck like that for half a second before clearing his throat like he didn't just make like a baby bird.]

Something in my pipes there. You brought stuff?

[He looks down to hide his glowing blush and tilts his head at the bag she brought.]

why is he so cute

[bestie]

[Roxy laughs a bit, but fortunately for him, she doesn't notice his blush! She nods and holds up the bag.] Yeah! I got a bunch of shit for the both of us. Where's the nearest table?

[But she doesn't allow him to lead her to the living room. She's already heading over to the sofa herself.] So what gave you the bird flu?

Sometime this weekend (Jade and Davesprite [and Dave?])

[crowsicle]

[[OOC: Guys, I am really good at this organizing things shtick. OTL]]

[greenshift]

[ So there was basically no question at all about her coming over when she heard about her friends getting sick. She never really gets sick, so that's not even a thing (and it wouldn't stop her even if it were), and anyway what are friends for besides making sure they're okay and taking care of one another?

Knockknockknock. ]

[crowsicle]

[Oh, god, he hears the knock but there's no way he can get that. It's hard enough just rolling over. The room keeps turning long after he stops.

Fuck. It's probably John with more trash to watch. Davesprite cracks an eye open to see if anyone's been pestering his NV, but otherwise doesn't move. If he has to watch one more asteroid crash into the sun, he is going to take Bro's sword and finish himself off on his own.]

[greenshift]

[ She considers the possibility that no one's home, but an instinctive reach to witchy powers tells her that's not the case. Maybe they don't want visitors? But someone would at least come and say that, right? Then again, one never knows with the echelons of ironies at play. Besides, what if something's wrong?

...A quick check inside can't hurt. No one will even know that she is there, which she is a few seconds later, teleported in a totally subtle and not obvious fashioWHOOPS what is that puppet even doing there why did it squeak like that this is ridiculous. ]

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite jumps at the noise--who the fuck, what's happening, how did they get inside, Jesus Christ--but then he sees her and his sprite knowledge kicks in at the same time: his pendant's in the house. It's just Jade.

He lets out a breath and lets his head fall back onto the couch armrest.]

Fuck, Jade, don't scare me like that. I think I spontaneously molted.

[greenshift]

[ sjkldflk not as planned. ]

Sorry!

[ Frowns and picks up the puppet, eyeing its kind of creepy expression. ]

What was this doing here, anyway? Someone could fall or something!

[ Or be really embarrassing like she just was, and geez he looks terrible. ]

How are you feeling?

Hospitalization (Davesprite and Bro and Dave?)

[crowsicle]

[Sprites don't dream, but when Davesprite sleeps he wanders through memories of endless heat. He's broiling on the roof under the Houston sun, he's flying over an ocean of oil burning sick and green, he's tearing through the same swath of ogres over and over above the lava pits of LOHAC. It never stops. He hews through their necks with Caledscratch until their heads dangle from sick black strings. He reverses and reverses until his arms ache, until he could throw up from exhaustion and sunstroke.

Then there's a barking laugh and his sweat goes cold and sour and he runs back to do it all again.

When he finally struggles awake it's in a tangle of sheets all caught around his wings, and it's dark and the room is reeling around him and he doesn't know what time it is, doesn't know the place. This isn't his stuff and this isn't their apartment in Houston, where are his turntables? He thinks Dave is there (this doesn't confuse him, in his fevered half-consciousness) but he can't get up, can't even push the covers off. He fights a wave of sudden vertigo and at least gets his arm under him, pushes himself up on an elbow.

His voice is a croak and he has never felt this weak. It feels like the bed is turning. He's two years old again and he's fucking terrified.]

Bro?

[plushrumpus]

[See, this is why he demanded keeping the door cracked. This is why he's staying vigilant, because things have gone from bad to worse, and he can't afford to let it continue like this. This isn't a normal flu, he can tell. He can tell from his own symptoms, can tell from how much more severe Davesprite's are...

He's starting to wonder if soup and tissues and over-the-counter medicine is enough anymore.]

Yeah? [Bro makes his way from the bathroom, downing his own few pills—maybe a few more than he's really supposed to take, but they don't seem to be doing jack shit otherwise—and taking a gulp of water before poking into the darkened bedroom.]

[crowsicle]

[Okay. Okay. Bro's here, so Davesprite lets himself collapse back onto his side, shivering.]

Didn't know where you went.

[Because the last thing he saw before shaking himself awake was the blue stone, the green flame, the red. The white shirt. Another bout of bone-chiling dizziness crashes into him with the weight of the whole ocean and he turns his head into the mattress, trying to steady himself and his breathing until it passes.]

Sorry. 'time is it?

[plushrumpus]

[Yeah, he's coming in here, closing the door most of the way behind him, leaning over and quietly offering his glass.]

Almost 5.

[crowsicle]

Mmh.

[He accepts the glass and takes a tiny sip--the less he puts in his stomach, the less it'll notice and try to heave it all back up--and then puts it down quickly before he does anything embarrassing like drop it.]

In the morning?

[He's so disoriented, he's not even sure he knows what day it is. Some former Hero of Time he is.]

[plushrumpus]

Evening.

[Yeah, not so good at that anymore, huh champ? Well whatever, it's not like Bro can fault him for that, with how he is now.]

You ain't sleeping too well, are you.