hadriel_logs | Event Log: Flu Season

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Event Log: Flu Season

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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► If your paranoia ends in murder, please let us know here.

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[It turns out that waking up after being murdered (thanks, Caedra??? rude) has the same effect as being scratched: Rita comes out of it hungry. She heads to her apartment first, thinking she might have a portion prepped and in the fridge (turns out having a zombie roommate for a while teaches you a thing or two about making brains something close to savory, ugh), and-- well, she does, but it's only about enough for an appetizer. It takes the edge off, anyway, so she's confident that she'll remain herself for the entirety of the trip to Hope's temple and back for another brain.

What anger she feels on her way there is about normal -- anger at being a zombie, anger at her dad for all but throwing her at a Romero, anger at Major for not doing what he was told and potentially stopping this problem, anger at Liv for that punch she is so not forgetting. And, thanks to this shithole, she's angry about having died, and at having been brought back undead. What kind of shit deal is this, anyway? They could at least bring her back human, but no, she's as white-haired as ever. Thanks for nothing, assholes.

Hope provides, though, and she's gotta admit it's nice not having visions or personality changes every day. Rita isn't the cutesy positive thinking type, but that is something she appreciates.

She takes her meal of the week, discretely packed and everything, and turns in time to see Drake walk in. The goody-goody who set her up with a strady supply of brains and the basics of zombie virus rules on contact with non-zombies. She doesn't believe she owes him -- she wouldn't have gotten far in life if she were like that -- but in this creepy place full of strangers, he's her only real ally.

So she flashes him a small, quick smile.]

Fancy seeing you here.

[Or, you kno. "Hi, nice to see you."]

Edited 2018-03-20 23:48 (UTC)

Closed to Seel

Swift had survived, at least, as terrified as he'd been at first. He'd never been sick before, what was he supposed to think? Even assured that he wasn't dying, he was always just a little bit concerned. He just made sure not to say that out loud where Seel could hear it. They did not need another argument and Swift couldn't handle it with the aches he was dealing with. It was damn miserable. How the humans had ever managed to accomplish anything if they had to deal with this sort of thing was a mystery.

Now that he could breathe again and wasn't burning alive, he took a moment to breathe--or would have except that something was keeping him on edge. He couldn't say what it was, but whatever was setting him off, he needed to get away. Was Seel planning something? He must have been planning something. He was always planning something.

Was there even a way out? Seel had to be out there, watching. Probably waiting for Swift to make a move, do something he didn't like. That's what he did, wasn't it? Maybe he could find out.

"Seel?"

Open: around

[He couldn't stay in the house. He didn't quite know what he was afraid of, but he couldn't stay there. He was restless and irritated and something was going to happen he just knew it.

Unfortunately, after he'd made his escape while Seel wasn't looking, the feeling wasn't dissipating. Even being outside and not surrounded by walls wasn't helping. Maybe if he got out of the city and there weren't so many buildings to feel caged by...

Somewhere he knew he wasn't thinking clearly, but the paranoia was drowning it out. He had to...well, he didn't know what. But he had to do something.]

Edited 2018-03-21 00:52 (UTC)

Seel was always planning something. At the moment, he was trying to come up with an excuse as to why he couldn't train with Maglor tomorrow morning. Clearly he couldn't use Swift's illness as an excuse, as he was no longer ill. He sighed. He was just going to have to get beat up. Hearing his name, Seel looked over from the couch he'd been lounging on, and put down the half written report the Door had felt necessary to send him.

"Yeah?" Seel twisted around and offered an outstretched hand to Swift. "Can I get you anything? How are you feeling?" Since Swift had never gotten sick before, well, Seel was a little worried he might relapse or something.

Of course he was out there. He knew Seel was out there. Swift probably looked like hell, too, but he wasn't sure how much he cared. He glared at Seel's hand, not sure what to make of it. What was he going to do if Swift took it, drag him somewhere else? Lock him up again?

"What are you doing?"

[Doctors are the worst patients, and Law is no exception. It doesn't help that he hasn't been sick since he cured himself of terminal illness; thirteen years is a long time, it's easy to forget what it feels like. But staying away from the clinic isn't an option when it becomes an outbreak and all hands are needed to treat the sick. He's the smart one with a mask on at all times, but chances are good others will catch it from him.

After he makes his usual medical lecture on the network, that's when all hell breaks loose.]

A - the Clinic, Mar 20-24

[Come whine at him and ask for help. He's seen enough people to know he can't combat what isn't there, all he can do is triage symptoms and ease pain. He's got the best painkillers and fever-relievers! But as the days pass, he also gets worse, until one day he collapses from neglecting his own fever.]

B - Thief of Hearts, Mar 25-26

[The illness itself seems to be fading quickly, Law is back on his feet, but that's not good for anyone. His mind can see nothing but enemies everywhere, even in the faces of friends. Anyone who approaches him is going to lose a valuable organ, unless they can talk him down first.]

((ooc: additional information here))

C - Wildcard

[did you see him taking a heart and want to confront him? Need to get your heart back? Still paranoid and want to take it out on the guy with the sword who thinks [Name] should live? Law is recovering as of the 27th, but beware. On the 29th he's going to meet a nasty Visitor so make sure to get everything else taken care of prior to that misfortune. He's not going to be much good to anyone after that.]

"Staring at the report the Door brought me to finish. I didn't want to finish it back in Forever and I don't want to finish it now." Seel noticed Swift hadn't answered his questions, and arched an eyebrow. Okay. What the hell, Swift?

"Want me to fill a tub for you?" Take the hint Swift. Bathe. Brush your hair.

"You look like you're feeling better." He said idly, not sure what exactly was going on with his chesnari or if the fever had addled his brain. He was getting tempted to take him to the damned clinic but what was he supposed to say? Swift got sick and he can't get sick and now I think he's broken?

Was he actually supposed to believe that? Didn't Seel love reports or something? He ignored the rest of what Seel said in favor of folding his arms and glaring at Seel. What was he doing, biding his time? Waiting for an easier opening? It was impossible to tell, but something was coming.

"What do you want What are you doing?"

The illness creeps up on Caedra slowly, catching her entirely off-guard. First the tickle in her throat, then the sniffles and watery eyes.

It has been so long since she was sick she had forgotten what it felt like. Had assumed something in the atmosphere changed, maybe, or perhaps this was some odd side effect of being separated so long from her Abyssal home. Maybe worse, maybe, cut off like this, her body is decaying, or maybe the gods here are harsher than she had realized and were setting about killing her slowly, letting her suffer gently so that she can look back on this with fondness before the real torture sets in.

"Ah-choo!"

Nope, just a cold. That shouldn't happen, but she shouldn't be stuck here in the first place.

Miserable already, she heads out of the strange home she has claimed as hers, passing through the weave of illusory vines, and heads toward the stores, hoping to find something for her throat. If not there, perhaps the bar-

Searching through the lowest shelf of the shop, as she approaches the doorway, is a tiny child. Which would be unremarkable, normally, though she's noticed there aren't many children here younger than mid-teens that she has noticed. But this child has horns, barely visible through his red hair. And a tail.

A tiefling? Or...

"Hello?"

ELF HOUSE

(Reclusive by nature - a state forged by the hands of his most hated foe - Celebrimbor locks himself in his bedroom when the symptoms start. He does what he can to keep himself hydrated and fed, but as the illness progresses, he is soon a feverish, delusional mess. The bright, hot spots of red on his cheeks are the only color to his features and he is forced to leave his room in search of aid.

Any aid. He will gladly take a fist to the head if it knocks him out for awhile.)

Is someone there? Anyone? (Fear grips his heart. He is alone. Of course he is alone and this isn't a home at all. He's still with Sauron and this is a trick!) Don't do this to me. Not again -

(Celebrimbor collapses by the stairs, silver eyes dull. What use is there in fighting? This is a game of cat and mouse for a Maia.)

OPEN

(He flees from the house at a run, pushing his already taxed body until he has no choice but to hold himself up against a tree. Gasping for air, feeling too hot - no too cold - he shivers and silently pleads for the gods to be merciful. Can Eru hear him? What of the deities of Hadriel?

No, Hadriel doesn't exist. He must be in Angband or -

Some other foul, loathsome spit of charred, ruined land! What he needs is a sword and the strength to use it, yet, sadly, he is already sinking to the ground, his vision going grey.)

Edited 2018-03-21 05:10 (UTC)

[He's been gradually getting sick for a while, with a high fever and barely any energy to get out of bed. He's so exhausted, but as his sickness gets worse, he feels an increasing sense of dread. Every time he wakes up from a restless sleep, he feels leaves and flower petals growing across him. No matter how much he claws at himself and finds nothing, he knows that it's happening. He knows he's turning back into a flower.

So with what energy he has left, he leaves his room and heads outside. It's a long, tiring walk and he looks like he's about to pass out... but eventually, he finds a soft patch of dirt.

And using his claws, he starts digging a hole.

After all, he needed somewhere to "plant" himself, didn't he?]

Hayden yelps when a voice sounds from the door to the shop. Usually, he would've reacted with a loud and exuberant greeting of his own, but, well, his head kind of hurts. He feels like he's full of cotton. He just wants to eat an entire bag of cough drops all on his own and then sleep for about a week. So he looks around awkwardly, nervously, not really meeting Caedra's face properly as he holds his findings close and skitters close to the end of the shelving unit, intending to hide halfway behind the edge.

His tongue feels thick and clumsy and dry in his mouth but he coughs and works around it.

"H...Hello! Who are you, please?"

Telpe?

[ Sickness is foreign to elves, but Maglor raised peredhel. He comes running when he hears - he's well himself - for the moment, but he wouldn't put it past the Gods to spread whatever this is widely ]

Telpe, Telpe, you're burning!

[ He frets ] Come back to your room, and I will get you some water.

[Anakin is dealing with the effects better than most - probably because he is naturally a paranoid mess - so when he sees the little guy digging, he hurries over to him.]

Hey, what are you doing? You don't look so good.

(He stares in horror when he sees none other than his Uncle. He has seen a lot of him, hasn't he? But Sauron can take so many damn shapes! He pushes himself back against the wall, chest rising and falling rapidly.)

D-Don't touch me - You're not -

Uncle Kano wouldn't be here with you!

[Asriel barely looks up from what he's doing, just digging his claws deeper into the dirt. His fur is damp with sweat and he keeps coughing.]

'm digging a hole because I'm turning back into a flower.

[Asriel doesn't seem to realize how insane that statement sounds, but he continues.]

You might not wanna stay. I could hurt you once I turn back.

[Well that's - Anakin presses his lips into a thin line and observes Asriel closer. Poor guy is definitely running a high temperature and he knows enough about illness to comprehend that neither of them really needs to be outdoors.]

You don't look like a flower to me. [He chuckles, the sound somewhat forced because. Reasons. His mind is hanging by a thread too.] The only one you're likely to hurt is yourself and I don't wanna see that.

Telpe? [ Maglor freezes, as he flinches ]

Telpe, it's me, truly. Please, Telpe, let me help you.

...agh burzum-ishi krimpatul! (He spits the Black Speech, shaking from head to toe.) I know what you intend! You want to bind everyone! You will do to them what you did to me!

(The wounds are fresh in his mind, yet Sauron will not cut quite deep enough to ensure a quick death.)

[ Maglor flinches at the sound of black speech, but Maedhros had also spoken far more of it than the family like to admit, and he shakes his head, song now weaving below his words in plea ]

He did, but he's not me. I promise, Telpe, I promise. Please, look? It's only me. You're dreaming, that's all.

(When you're surrounded by nothing but the foul language, you learn it quickly. Sauron had counted on it or else his boasts would have fallen flat.)

You - (cannot sing as he does. He wants to laugh at the attempt! No one can match his Uncle's voice! It would be silly for a Maia of fire to even try! But the song seeps in, like a balm, awakening memories of music and gentle hands. Blindly, he stumbles forward and shakily reaches out to touch Maglor's face.)

I don't trust my eyes.

Immediately two reactions within her go to war. Intense aggression boils up at this tiny little thing that seems as timid as a quasit. The little things are always hiding in corners and racing around, trying not to get eaten by everyone else around them, which is a shame for them because they're actually incredibly tasty and this one looks like it might be too-

But what eventually proves stronger is her surprise and, perhaps, relief, at seeing the little boy who much like her is so very far from home, caught in a world of humans and creatures who call themselves gods, seeking worship from anyone foolish enough to believe them. And there's a strong current of something maternal, too. Not all demons are terrible mothers. And Caedra does miss her son and grandson both.

There's always a risk. It wouldn't be unheard of for some devil to try and lay a trap, pretending to be harmless to lure in sympathy. She needs to be cautious. So Caedra bends down a little and stays near the door, not coming any closer but not leaving him a clear exit either.

"My name is Caedra. Who are you?"

[ Maglor continues to hum, sweet and low ]

I'm here, Telpe, I'm here. [ Remembering times with Maedhros, Maglor stays still, no matter how badly he wants to sweep him into his arms ]

Touch me, then, I'm here. I promise, Telpe, I'm real. Sauron's gone, little silverfist, the Hobbits beat him. He can't hurt you any longer.

(Magic can act as a mask, but it cannot change a person entirely. Sauron can look like anyone, but he cannot be them. The song is so achingly familiar and he knows Sauron wouldn't be able to replicate it. They had been alone when it was first sung.

His first music lesson.

Celebrimbor's hands touch Maglor's face and his hair, discovering the truth with his fingers. His eyes are firmly shut, yet tears escape nonetheless, running tracks down his cheeks.)

The Hobbits? They're so little, Uncle. Did he hurt them?

Something about the introduction appears to make him feel immediately more at ease. At least, a little. At least slightly. He starts to smile, but feels so flushed that instead, he brings a hand up to press against his cheek.

"I'm Hayden! I like your name. Caedra is a nice name."

Not taking his eyes off her (big wide eyes that slowly grow in boldness, actually focusing on her), he reaches into a pocket, where he pulls out a small rock and places it on the shelf. Only once that's done does he seem comfortable enough to rip open his bag of lozenges and shove one in his mouth. Not bothering to attempt to read the directions, though, he chomps down on it with his teeth, wrapper and all.

[ Maglor lets him touch without moving, only humming to him softly ]

I'm afraid he did, Telpe. But they were very brave. You'll be able to meet them, if you're Reborn - Frodo is Sailing, and his uncle Bilbo with him.

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