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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[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.]

[motioned]

[She crosses to the couch, sitting down and smoothing out her skirt as she reaches for the bag and pulls out a piece.]

It looks really good! Thanks for making it.

[crowsicle]

It doesn't exactly take a five-star chef to punch some numbers into a microwave.

[He presses play, gets up and flops onto the other side of the couch, sinking down low to get comfortable. After a moment, he glances at Ahiru.]

You know how to use a microwave, right? Someone taught you since 1914?

[motioned]

Well, it was still nice of you! So there.

[She sticks out her tongue for a moment before laughing lightly.]

Yeah, of course I know how! Dad taught me.

[crowsicle]

[The movie's going through its FBI warning. Davesprite cocks his head slightly.]

Your dad's here with you?

[motioned]

Huh?

[She tilts her head to the side for a moment, before blinking.]

Oh, no! I mean, we aren't related by blood or anything. He's my legal guardian.

[She turns her attention to the screen.]

What's this part?

[crowsicle]

Oh.

[He sniffs and waves at the screen.]

This is the part where the government tells you they'll hunt you down and skin you if you make so much as a cent off their property.

[motioned]

I really feel like you're lying!

Are you sure you don't need a tissue?

[crowsicle]

I'm fine. Copyright law's serious biznasty, though. Here, it's starting.

[motioned]

But you could be getting sick!

[Despite her words, she turns her head back towards the screen, curious.]

[crowsicle]

With what, bird flu? It's nothing, I'm way too hard and awesome a dude to get sick.

[He jams his hands in his hoodie pockets and slides down more as the movie starts.]

[motioned]

...Wait, what's bird flu? Is there a flu only birds can get?

[She looks pretty panicked for a minute before she settles down into the couch, mimicking his movement.]

[crowsicle]

I dunno, it's like--a flu that starts with birds, and then people get it or something.

--Damn, I should've told you it was a flu that turned people into birds.

[motioned]

Wait, can sicknesses really go from animals to humans?

[She giggles.]

No, that would've been mean!

[crowsicle]

[He shrugs.]

Yeah, you can catch things from animals. That's how people get rabies and zombie viruses and stuff.

[They are paying so much attention to this movie. That's okay, it's the boring part before he learns karate anyway.]

[motioned]

W-Wait, zombie viruses? What are you talking about?

[They're good at attention spans.]

[crowsicle]

[He looks away from the screen for this because Shit Is Important.]

You don't know what a zombie is?

[motioned]

I know what it is, sorta, but I didn't know you get like that because of a virus!

[crowsicle]

[He turns away and kind of coughs, kind of clears his throat into his hand.]

Nah, it's like a genetically engineered bioweapon gone wrong or something. Scientific fact.

[motioned]

Wait, it's a weapon? How can someone make a virus? Wouldn't they catch it themselves?

[crowsicle]

I'd say about sixty percent of modern zombie movies have that premise, yeah. Though pasty scientist zombies are kind of more sad than scary.