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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Elf House

[so_dark_a_road]

There was a tap on his door. Curufin was uneasy about Maedhros as well as the others. He himself was ill, but probably not as much so as they were.

"Tyelko's not here, but I am. Can I come in?"

[castintofire]

They all needed to be careful. Illness didn't sit well with them.

A fever-bright eye peered at the door as Maedhros debated if Curufin was truly there or not. But it didn't matter enough to deny entrance.

"Curvo? Of course you may." He would welcome all his brothers.

[so_dark_a_road]

Indeed it did not! But Curufin was managing to keep the ghosts at bay, for the most part. Though sometimes Tyelko beckoned or laughed at him from the shadows, or Caranthir looked at him with his sad dark eyes, or the twins tiptoed past him winking at each other.

When Maedhros opened the door, Curufin smiled at him. "It sounds as though you have a whole army in there! I'll keep you company, though, even though I'm not an army, just one live brother."

He came in, looked around, didn't see Maedhros' ghosts -- though he knew that Maedhros did. However, he had the sovereign remedy for phantoms -- food and drink! He was carrying a tray of sandwiches and tea. "Hungry?"

[castintofire]

Maedhros huffed, though his gaze was gentle. "You know Tyelko. Only quiet when hunting, and oft not even then!" Celegorm's shadow grinned, unrepentant, at him.

He levered himself up, making room for his brother to sit with him, and beckoned welcome. "I should eat." Even when he didn't want to.

"Thank you, Curvo."

[so_dark_a_road]

"I remember well," said Curufin, softly. Celegorm living up to his reputation 24/7. Sometimes it was exhausting, but Curufin had loved him dearly, and was his willing accomplice. "I expect he'd be just as noisy as a ghost or a fever vision."

Curufin sat down beside Maedhros and laid the tray on a little table. He poured the tea and offered his brother the cup.

"You're more than welcome, Nelyo. None of us should be alone for long, I think. How are you feeling?"