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.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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Comments

[bythewaves]

"My room?" He leans against his brother's strength. "The Halls have rooms? You didn't fall into the Dark?"

But he's pliant and obliging when Curufin tries to move him.

"You are dead though." He murmurs tiredly. "You've been dead so long ..."

[so_dark_a_road]

"The Halls of Mandos do have rooms, but we don't need to worry about that. We're not in the Halls. And I didn't fall into the Dark, just into a sort of limbo state."

They go up the stairs and into Maglor's room.

"I was dead for a while, but I'm not dead now. And neither are you. We're both as embodied as any Elf can ever be. But I know that you were alone a long time after my death and the deaths of our brothers. I am so sorry. I wish I could go back and make it all different."

[bythewaves]

"There's no going back." Maglor leans against him trustingly.

"Never is."

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin wraps his arm around him and hugs him. "No, there isn't. We're stuck with the present and the future."

"But the present isn't so bad. We have each other."

[bythewaves]

He's still shivering, but he settles, with Curufin's song wrapped close about him.

"You're here." He nods tiredly. "I'm safe?"

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin continues to hold him, radiating soothing energy.

"Yes, you're safe. I won't let anything harm you. Including the things you're seeing that are not there."

[bythewaves]

I only exist because he's an idiot who talks to himself Caranthir's memory growls, and Maglor nods, eyes slipping slowly closed.

"I'm so tired, Curvo."

Want to wrap this one? They'll soon be getting all murdery together over Margaery's death. XD

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin smiles, almost as though he can hear the imaginary Caranthir growling his caustic comment.

"I know, dear brother. Why don't you lie down and sleep for a while? I'll hold you, and I won't go away. You'll wake and I'll still be here."

lol yes

[bythewaves]

"Promise?"

But his eyes are already glazing, although even as he slips into sleep he doesn't let go.

\o/

[so_dark_a_road]

"I promise," murmurs Curufin. He lifts his brother in his strong arms and lays him on the bed, and covers him with a blanket. Then he climbs in beside him and puts his arms around him again, and settles him against his shoulder.

He hums a song quietly, a lullaby that they both remember from childhood, when their mother sang it to quiet one or another restless child. And he leans his head against Maglor's, and listens to his quiet breathing, a sound which is music to his ears.