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]

[And he knows it, too, mostly. But hell if this thing doesn't have him face-down on the deck while the ref counts down.

That's a thing that happens in football, right?]

So it's just a temporary weird fluke. Maybe I need to defrag my coding or something.

[Davesprite, that is not even a thing, the game itself was just a catalyst, you know that.]

[greenshift]

That is not even a little bit how it works.

[ She says, a little amused but mostly worried. It's not often that she thinks of god tier abilities as useless, but she knows nothing any of them have can help with an illness. ]

[crowsicle]

[He ducks into his shoulders, petulant because the only other option is to be scared.]

What else am I supposed to do? And no, I'm not going to the goddamn doctor, Jesus Christ.

[greenshift]

Why not?

[ She gives him an incredulous look, as if she's ever been to the doctor before. ]

[crowsicle]

Because.

[Same reason he doesn't go to school or leave the apartment much. You can't take a guy out of months of a post-apocalyptic existence and expect him to adjust to strange adults prodding at his wings.

He crosses his arms and fluffs his feathers a little.]

[greenshift]

I'm pretty sure the doctors here have seen weirder things than sprites.

[ But she drops the pushiness at least, maybe sensing some of that, and after a moment sits back down with a sigh. ]