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

[knockthemdead]

[What he "should" be able to feel or what is "possible" hardly matters at the moment when Kravitz knows he can feel his heart breaking. Taako deserves better than this. Better than the fear and confusion painted on his face, and far better than anything Kravitz is managing to offer him right now, that's for sure.

On the other hand, he's not going to just give up because of some petty self worth perception issues.

He holds out a hand to Taako once more, still not deterred, hopeful and gentle and firm.]

Just breathe. That's all you have to do. Breathe, and take my hand. We won't go anywhere you don't want to.

[He smiles at Taako.]

If it brings you any comfort, we both know you could kick my ass if you wished to.

[pocketspa]

[He's being so kind. He's approaching Taako in a way only Lup ever really has, with a hand outstretched, with jokes and a smile and a way into his heart. His hand is up in his hair, trying to steady himself as the world seems to move around him. He feels like he could collapse, with only the fear keeping him going.

He isn't... this. He doesn't want to be this. He doesn't want to be the person these liches have forced him to become.

Taako looks at Kravitz, and for once, doesn't do anything to mask the fear in his eyes.]

... I don't want to.

[I don't want to hurt you, he thinks. I've never wanted to.

He raises the tip of the Umbra Staff and plants it down in front of him, letting him walk a step or two to meet it. Closer to Kravitz. Closer to home. His mind is screaming what ifs, the fear nearly paralyzing, but for once he'll fight down his urges.

He's trying to trust. He wants to trust. How fucking weird is that, huh?]

Get me out of here.

[knockthemdead]

[Gods, but he's so ready to do exactly what Taako says.]

Of course.

[It's a big step for anyone, but he knows how much bigger it is for Taako. The effort it takes. He feels relieved, obviously, but he thinks maybe there's a tinge of pride in there, too.

As usual, he meets Taako in the middle, taking a slow, careful step forward himself. He's finally close enough to just stretch a little further-]

Here it comes. My big cold gay hand.

[It's a warning, disguised as a joke, before he gently weaves his fingers through Taako's.

He doesn't immediately open a portal, because that requires summoning his scythe, and he wants to take a moment to make sure Taako is still with him before taking That particular step.]

[pocketspa]

[He's breathing through his nose, jaw set, steps feeling crisscrossing and sloppy. Elves may not need to sleep, but all beings need rest, and he hasn't stopped being scared long enough to meditate since he climbed out his bedroom window and made a run for it. He's fighting his own issues here, too, but also his body struggling to stay upright. Taako barely registers as Kravitz, and despite himself, he takes it. It's cool, he realizes.

He's real, then. The gods never get that detail right. He's real, and here, and loves him, and that's terrifying.

Kravitz closes the gap, Taako taking a step until he's leaning on his chest, quiet except for the sound of his breathing.

He squeezes his hand. Mush, boyfriend mobile. Even now, his steps feel shaky, using his free hand to lean on the Umbra Staff.]

... c'mon.

[He nudges his shoulder, trying to communicate urgency in subtlety.]

[knockthemdead]

[He gets the message, loud and clear. The gentlest 'hurry the fuck up' in the world.

Krav summons his scythe without waiting a moment longer, his other hand still gripping Taako's. It leads through to Kravitz's apartment- he hopes it will be a good mix of familiar and safe, but likely far quieter than the horny house. ...Barring any unexpected guests. He prays that there are none, before remembering that his Queen can't hear him. No one can, here.

The moment they're through and Kravitz can close the portal and lose the scythe, he does so. Deciding it's a good idea- at least for now- to continue giving Taako warning before he does anything, he speaks up:]

I think that's quite enough walking for you. If you'll permit me?

[He's already halfway to picking Taako up, stooping down and tucking a ready arm behind his knees. The bed is hardly far away, but Taako is shaking. He wants to hold him.]

[pocketspa]

[He's glad it's not his room. That would only serve to remind him that he can't find Lup, only remembering she's just on a short trip every once in a while. Kravitz' home is safe. Kravitz is... home.

He lets himself be pulled through, steps sloppy and hand still tight. But once they're alone, he's already slumped against Kravitz' chest, and he just nods into his collarbone, not speaking.

Once his feet are off the ground, he hooks the Umbra Staff off an arm and tucks his head into the crook of Kravitz' neck, shielding himself from the rest of the world.

He's safe. He's safe. He has to remember that. Kravitz is here and it's going to be okay.]

... 'Mm tired.

[Take him to bed and don't leave. Maybe ever. It's hard to say.]