sirenspull_logs | I could use a fresh beginning, too

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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[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!

[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.

[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!

[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.]

[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?

[He follows her and waves vaguely at a makeshift desk cluttered with puppets and sharp objects. Bro's stuff. That much hasn't changed since Houston.]

Well you know, all those chicks always up in my grill. Strider doesn't come with an off switch.

[He flops onto one end of the couch and tries to make it look casual and not like he just isn't up to moving.]

[She raises her eyebrow at the cluttered desk before deciding to clear off part of it to make room for her own items. Several puppets and swords clatter onto the floor.] Hope your bro won't mind, haha.

[Carefully, she begins to remove item after item from her plastic bag. Feel free to notice a bottle of Three Olives Cake vodka, a large clear container full of some sort of broth, and a glass cup so far!] You cold?

Nah. [To both questions. There's a ton of crap on the floor, too, some more isn't going to make any difference. And even if Davesprite was cold, no one would ever hear him admit it.

He watches her unpack with mild interest.]

Let me guess: the soup's for you, and the booze is for me.

[A wan smile.]

Haha, very funny, dude. But did you know that drinking booze makes you feel colder? I would say let's try it out if you have a fever, but I promised Janey I wouldn't pull any 'funny business.'

Her words, not mine. [She shrugs, and pulls out a few DVDs from the bag.] As for the soup, Crocker insisted on making some for you. Hey, do you even eat?

Haha. She's like a Disney channel mom who missed her casting call.

[The DVDs catch his attention more than the rest, and he sits up to try to see the titles.]

Most of the time I eat, yeah. I don't have to, though, so I figured I'd give Chef Broyardee a break for a while.

Yeah. But I heard someone was a pretty good film-maker? Maybe you're all she needs for her Disney debut.

[She winks at him and holds up the DVD titles so he can read them better. There's Lilo & Stitch, Oliver & Company, and Tarzan.] Have you seen any of these?

You her agent now? Think you can get her to wear the Mickey ears?

[He leans on his elbows, looks the DVDs over, then points at Tarzan.] I saw this one, yeah. But this guy here looks pretty interesting.

[He points to Stitch.]

Like a hairball someone's cat hacked up, with eyeballs.

[Someone sounds too pleased.]

Edited 2012-06-10 02:35 (UTC)

[Roxy is staring at him incredulously.] Dude, you've never seen Lilo & Stitch before? That Stitch is the craziest little rascal, lemme tell you!

Don't look like no hairball any of my cats have hacked up, though. What kind of cats have you seen, bird boy?

[She's just teasing, of course >: D]

Mostly pink ones. With princess hats and tentacles. Though I guess that was partially my fault or something.

[He sniffs and plucks Lilo and Stitch out of her hands, flips it over to glance at the back a moment, then opens it without really reading it. He takes the DVD out of the case and holds it up for her appraisal.]

This cool?

[Roxy raises an eyebrow.] ...Clearly I'm gonna have to come back here for some good, old-fashioned story time, then.

And yeah, sure! It can be a real tearjerker, though, dude. Let's pop it in.

[She takes the DVD from him and goes over to the television, inserting the DVD in its player. She then plops down on the couch beside Davesprite.]

Oh! One more thing.

[She reaches into her bag and pulls out a light blanket.] Perfect for movie time, no?

I could use a fresh beginning, too

May 17th? (Roxy and Davesprite)

mommy dearest loves her son

Mommyyyyyyyyyyy ;;

/kisses his cute widdle head

>u< <3 <3

why is he so cute

Good genes, wink wonk

he got it from his mama! /sings that will.i.am song

Oh god XD

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