hadriel_logs | Event Log: Flu Season

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Event Log: Flu Season

Who: All characters
What: The event log for the Flu Season event
Where: All over the city
When: March 20th-March 30th
Warnings: Gross sneezing, sick people, and paranoia

It starts with a cough, a sneeze, a sore throat - something small and simple, easily ignored. But then your symptoms get worse. It's probably been awhile since you've been sick, that sort of thing doesn't usually happen here. You might be able to raid the shops for some tissues and tea before it gets too bad, and hopefully you've got a friend to help out until you get better. Surely it'll be over soon, right?

Until the fever sets in, and you start to understand why your friend is really there. They don't want to take care of you. They want to make sure this is the last anyone will ever see of you. They want to learn all your secrets. They want to steal your most precious possession. You know they're plotting against you, you know they're keeping something from you. What will you do to find out what it is?

Then, as the sickness fades, you realize it was all in your mind. Let's hope you didn't do or say anything too awful. But that friend of yours... they seem to have picked up your cough. Maybe you should help them out?

► This log covers March 20th-March 30th.
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[she wants to reach out and lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, but she's unsure of how it would be received]

Then you'll not be bound by them. No more.

[Thankfully (or maybe not) this isn’t an event that takes his memory- it might be worse if he didn’t recognize Barry, if he had no qualms about killing the other man for his assumed slight. That said… Barry is one of the few that knows Taako, and knows him well. Knows his tricks, and how to best get him. The way the fear has him gripped, just seeing Barry conveniently here makes worry churn in his gut, has him thinking of a thousand different ways this could go bad. Besides, he told him to his face he wasn’t going to go against Lucretia. He’s the perfect man to bring him in again, and then he’ll forget, he’ll lose everything. He knows it, he knows it.

Taako’s eyes flick between where the staff is pointed and his face, looking for a sign that this is some sort of accident. But the gods won’t let him off like this so easily, and he jabs the tip forward, into his chest.]

Yeah, I know, and you know what I said. Don’t goddamn move.

[He hasn’t slept well in days, between the sickness and this, and within his self isolation there’s been no one to force their way in and break him out of this fake assumption. He’s good at not showing his fear, but he’s at the end of his rope. On the edge of doing something he’ll regret.]

You think I wouldn’t suspect you? I’m not letting you take me, alright? I won’t. Not again, fucko.

( no. no, no, no! at the sound of the voice, THAT voice, akira's blood runs cold. the very person he had been trying to escape for the past... how many days? three? four? a week...?

just like akechi, time was the enemy.
his heart was rapid-firing in his chest, and he spun on his heel, wide-eyed and drenched with sweat. one drop, then another, slipped from uncharacteristic, nearly flattened hair... )

You— you found me. ( he'd been trying to hard... to outrun you.
death... he looked like death? was that... a threat?! )

Truly? [ He lifts his head to look at her with desperate hope ]

Can I rest? At least, is it alright?

I'm taking care not to spread it. I- [He pauses to sneeze yet again, a loud, aggressive sneeze. Ugh... he wishes he didn't feel so terrible along with these pesky symptoms.]

I'm fine. It's just something that should pass soon enough... no one is going to die of it... You're exaggerating.

[Now he's definitely getting uneasy as he eyes Law, wondering what's got him so worked up.]

[ In the orchard is where someone could find Rose.

She's been here long enough that most people know this about her: she doesn't sleep much, works more than they should, and quite often extends herself past even her limits. This is true when she feels well. It doesn't stop being true just because she seems to have caught a cold. It's not that she would recognize it anyway considering her kind don't generally get sick.

It feels different from before. There's isn't an absence of strength but instead odd aches and pains. It's like it takes twice as much energy to do anything. It's fine, she says, and continues to weed and trim and do whatever else she usually does to maintain the orchard. And she does the work she's designated to herself until

she passes out and lands face first right in the dirt. There's plenty of good poking sticks around. Have at it. Or maybe help. Whatever! Both are good options, really. ]

Edited 2018-03-27 06:07 (UTC)

[The reluctance makes his eyes narrow a little, but it could be genuine- maybe Adam doesn't know? Ordering him to take off his clothes could be seen as a little odd, if someone doesn't know.

Or he could be hiding something. Ronan is indecisive about what the ultimate answer is. Adam would never betray him, he knows that much, not even this sickness could deter him from that, but this person in front of him may not be Adam. Or if it is, he may not know he's betraying him.

Difficult choices indeed.]

C'mon, don't fuck around with me.

[It's clearly important to him. Ronan looks back toward the door for a moment, his teeth gritting in frustration, before shaking his head.]

I just- look, if someone planted something on you or if you're wearing a wire, we both go down. Is that what you want? [No, it isn't- he hopes. So Ronan refocuses, ordering now:] Take your damn clothes off.

You're already spreading it - cover your face!

[what can he say? Doctors fear the spread of something they can't control. Like, really fear when Fear is being a dick about it.]

I can't leave you to your own devices. You need to go indoors and stay there, away from people, or I'll put you there myself.

[he doesn't take the sword down but he does shift his stance, bringing up his free hand and...]

Room...

Alfred had tried to get up that day... Or maybe the day before. Time is hard to keep track of when you're feverish and sick. The last thing Alfred would have expected is Ivar to do any caretaking at all. There's even a vague suspicion in the back of his mind about what the Viking could be intending. He couldn't actually just not want Alfred to die, right? That isn't very Viking like after all... Nevermind that Alfred usually gives Ivar far more humanity points than he deserves.

The command is hard to ignore even if trying to follow it is difficult. Alfred feels weak and sore and moving takes every ounce of energy he can muster. He does manage, looking blearily at Ivar and then the soup.

"Did you make that...?" Perhaps a bit of his uncharacteristic suspicion comes out in the tone of the question. He'd feel sorry about it later.

You think I would seek you out?

[ Hah, as if. If there was anything clear from their last meeting - and it wasn't much, considering neither had seemed willing to divulge information - it's that whatever bond they had died long ago, with Akira's attempted murder or Akechi's would-be death. No amount of self-sacrifice could ever mend that bridge.

This is fine. It doesn't bother him. It never bothered him. ]

Don't waste my time, Akira. Just get out of my way.

[ Because he doesn't want his own flu getting worse, but there's something else slipping through the cracks of gritted teeth. Something ugly.

(This isn't fine. It does bother him. It would always bother him.) ]

[Yusuke had noticed Akira getting more and more sick over the past few days, but... he wasn't the type to get ill, right? He'd feel a little off and just shake it right off, like usual.

But he didn't. So when Yusuke notices Akira hasn't gotten out of bed today at all, he knocks politely on the door.]

Akira? Are you feeling unwell? [The sneeze kind of speaks for itself, but he doesn't want to intrude.]

( the sting of betrayal was alive and burning in akira's chest too. how could he sit there and act like he hadn't been staking his place out for the past week?! every brush at the window, every tap on the floor... it had all been akechi— watching him, stalking him, waiting for... some kind of opportunity to—!

justice had been the name of that bond. but there was no justice in this game cat and mouse they've always played. and by going after the place that he lived, where yusuke also resided... that had crossed the line.

akira's thoughts were a dark, muddled place. the greys of his eyes were barely visible, his pupils wide enough to drown it out. this was another trick. a game. act like he had no intentions, and now that he knew where they lived... yusuke!

his tone is low and dangerous. don't... don't make him do this, akechi. ) I won't let you have them... Not a single one.

( there's some clamouring around behind the closed door. some grunting, some shuffling... even a stumble or two. when he opens it from the inside, he's crouched low, a bandanna covering the lower half of his face in a make-shift face mask. )

Yubsuke— ( he's pretty stuffed up. not to mention the red, watery eyes. ) I'll be— obkay.

[Yusuke just kind of looks in bafflement at the red-eyed, bandana-wearing, hunched creature shuffling around Akira's room. What a sight... Yusuke opens the door more fully, taking him by the shoulders to guide him back to bed.]

You look terrible. Please, lie down and rest.

You— you shoulbn't... ( but he has little strength to protest, and allows himself to be ushered back in the room.

he plunks down on the bed again, wearing only his shirt and shorts, and still looking quite flushed for it. ) Law-san says... it's contabious. You should be careful not to— ( he turns his head to the side, a coughing fit taking away the rest of his words, which he does his best to contain. )

[Rests a hand on his shoulder to steady him during the coughing fit. Nope, no way he's leaving him alone like this.] If I fall ill, so bet it. Right now, taking care of you is more important, so please allow me to help.

Do you need something to eat? A drink? Perhaps a cold cloth to cool down your temperature?

[you're the one who hangs out with a doctor all the time and buys shady drugs, tell him what to do??]

[she tries to look as reassuring as possible]

Yes, of course you can rest. It's all right.

( the easiest part about mystery drugs was taking them, the hard part... was understanding them. it seems we're on our own for that one, yusuke. he appreciates that support, but he doesn't wish this on anyone... )

Maybe just— some wab-ter. Please...

[ Akechi's eyes narrow to a pair of thin slits, baring his teeth just that little bit more. What is this guy even going on about? He hasn't said anything that could lead Akira to suspicion, or even done anything other than simply crossing his path by chance-- hell, all he has been trying to do since his arrival is to stay away from him and his precious teammate, to give them their space and maybe get some breathing room to figure out this new life of his.

But it looks like that had been too much to hope. Their words of sympathy back in Shido's cruiser, the offer to have them join their ranks again... Lies, all of them. They could never forgive him. They wouldn't even let him try.

Well. If that's how they're going to play. ]

If there's anything I want, then I'll go ahead and take it. [ There wasn't, but he'll say it out of spite-- and anger, resentment, hurt. ] So I will say it just one more time: get out of my way.

I'm so tired.

[ He whispers, shivering despite the flush of fever on his cheeks ]

I just... I just want it to go away.

Sleep? He's not great at napping. Read: he never naps, it's too hard to relax enough for it and when he does sleep it's lightly in the first place. During the day there's just more going on that could startle him awake after too short a time, which makes him feel worse. But sick people need rest, he acknowledges. He should get as much as he can now, before being too stuffed up to breathe properly starts keeping him awake.

"Hm... I'll try."

"Yeah, I know, you suck at sleeping, but you're going to feel way shittier if you don't." Maybe he'll get a break this time, though. Maybe being sick will knock him out.

"You're right, so this is me trying. Shh." He closes his eyes obediently, and Kyna will feel him do that trick where he tenses hard and slowly relaxes by force. It'll take awhile for him to actually drift off, but perhaps owing to being sick, it actually does happen today. He doesn't expect her to be there when he wakes up -- watching someone sleep is exceedingly boring.

She does stay. In fact, she sticks around the house for the next couple of days, trying to take care of Wash and keeping him company. It's no surprise when she starts feeling crappy. She's not sick yet, but she can feel it coming on, not that she says anything to him, because she's too worried to. His fever is getting worse, and she's starting to worry that this might turn into something serious.

"How are you feeling?"

Then let's get you to bed.

[she moves closer, ready to support him with her arm]

It will. This won't last forever.

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