Event Log: Flu Season

[hadrielmods]

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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Comments

wildcard - once it has progressed a bit

[crippled]

Perhaps shockingly, Ivar did learn how to cook at some point (on the hunting trips their mother made his brothers allow him to accompany them on, probably.) Simple stews, at least. He even, after a few weeks now, has figured out some of the kitchen appliances and because he has very grudgingly had to admit he'd rather not let his brother and his brother's soft little Christian king die when it wouldn't serve his purposes in any way, he uses that knowledge to make them food when they're both too useless and sickly to pick themselves up out of bed.

However, it turns out that the truly arduous part of the whole process is his crippled ass trying to carry bowls full of piping hot soup (mostly broth, because they probably won't keep much else down) between the kitchen and their bedrooms. It involves a lot of starting and stopping and cursing very loudly just outside of Alfred's door, which he slams unceremoniously open after having delivered Hvitserk's meal to him in an equally vicious manner.

He drags himself and the bowl across the floor, and sets it on the bedside table, missing a solid third of its contents by now. "Get up, sit up," he snaps testily, fingers and dignity feeling equally burned. "Eat this."

[devilsandangels]

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.

[crippled]

"No, the valkyrie flew down from Valhalla to share their bowls of soup with you and my useless brother," Ivar says scathingly, sitting back on the floor so he can put the burnt tips of his fingers in his mouth and try to soothe them. "Yes I made it, you idiot." Never mind that Alfred is one of the very few non-idiots that Ivar actually knows, and that Hvitserk is the only person he can actively rely on to be of any use here, those are both minor details right now.

He squints.

"I did not poison it, if that is what you are trying to say." Is that what he's trying to say? Seems very unlike Alfred to make any accusations like that, even though he's usually perfectly in his rights to accuse Ivar of being a bloodthirsty little asshole. "If I wanted you dead I'd just slit your throat with a knife. More fun that way." So, this is totally helping his case, right?

[devilsandangels]

Alfred is too tired to really take much offence to the insult even. It objectively is a bit of a stupid question after all but even if he had been well he would have been surprised at Ivar making food at all or even beginning to know how. Before Ivar had arrived, Hvitserk had proven himself to be utterly useless in food preparation and Alfred had searched for help to be an adequate cook.

The mention of it not being poisoned makes him all the more worried that it is but in his current state the following declaration also brings the paranoid thought that if he didn't eat the soup Ivar made he would definitely cut Alfred's throat. Alfred is certainly not strong enough to fight him like this.

It's with a certain reluctance he reaches for the soup to start to eat it. Somewhere he finds his manners despite being sure Ivar wants to kill him one way or another.

"Thank you."