Event Log: Flu Season

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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

[deathstouch]

[ He manages to get a blanket over her as well between all his movement in the kitchen. Over the centuries, he's become an adequate cook. He leaves the soup he had put together -- though at this time it seemed that supplies were tight in all honesty so it is not as nutritious as he would have ideally wanted but it will suffice as long as she will agree to eat it.

When Rosie stirs, Aric gets together a bowl and a spoon. He comes over to her and crouches down in front of the couch. ]

It only feels like you died. [ He smiles slowly. ]

I made you some soup.

[hasitsthorns]

[ The woman curls up underneath the blanket, turning on her side to face where he sets the soup. Demons don't care for their sickly young in this way; it was a human experience she always heard about but never understood.

Until now. She can see why - despite how bad she feels - some people seemed to recall the times fondly. It's a strange sort of warmth that being cared for causes. She isn't actually sure she likes it just yet, but she's also still very out of it. ]

Thanks, dude. You didn't have to do that for me.

[deathstouch]

[ It's been a very, very long time since Aric has been ill, since he had someone that cared for him but he still remembers it well enough now but he always tries to avoid memories of that time of his life. Inadvertently it would always lead down the path of remembering how he had accidentally killed his parents. ]

If I did not, you would not eat. [ Aric says, it's easy not to eat when you feel sick after all and he thinks Rosie is a rather stubborn person and she clearly hasn't been taking care of herself already or he wouldn't have found her in the way he had. ]

You must eat and rest.

[hasitsthorns]

[ That's a bummer. Maybe someday she can empathize with him having killed her mother. Well, not directly but- Same difference. Her mere existence had sent her mother off a cliff's edge. ]

Alright, well. That's fair. [ If this were before her little 'fix,' she wouldn't have been able to eat it anyway. But as it stands now, it smells good. Despite how ill she is, food probably isn't a bad idea. ]

Psht. I'll be fine.

[deathstouch]

[ It's a bit the same circumstance in a way, well perhaps not really. Aric's mother's death had been an accident but he blames himself -- and the gods. ]

You do not seem so fine. [ Aric chides gently. ]

[hasitsthorns]

[ Rose blames herself, which makes sense.

It was her fault, after all. ]

I will be fine. I am not right now, like. At all. I can admit that.

[deathstouch]

Then eat and rest.

[ Aric insists, very determined to make sure that she does not decide to try and get up and do god knows what. ]