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Characters: Feferi Peixes and Open!
Setting: The first floor, around room 1-05, and the infirmary
Format: Action
Summary: Troll flu isn't exactly like human flu. Feferi's mostly going to be good and stay in bed, but she's going to also take a trip to the infirmary. Why? Because.
Warnings: one miserable fish troll who really needs to be in bed. said fish troll is also event-infected.

the first floor and room 1-05

[The door to Feferi's room is open, and inside, there is a troll bundled up in her extra clothes and in bed, looking utterly miserable. She's trying to not look as miserable as she feels, but that's not working nearly as well as she thinks it is.

Occasionally, she can be spotted with the blanket wrapped around her, going to check her messages on the network, but she should really be back in bed. You might want to point her in the right direction...]

the infirmary

[After a while of tossing and turning, Feferi has made her way to the infirmary. The problem? She really doesn't have much of an idea what most of these things in here do. She's looking at the bottles of pills and liquids curiously, and the instruments with even more curiosity.]

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[Eridan's walking down the corridor, passing over Feferi's room in his usual slouch, though he catches sight of her over the corner of his eye. He backtracks after a moment, cautiously poking his head over the door.]

...Feferi?

[The novelty of the lack of sunglasses can be translated on the fact he currently has more facial expressions beyond smirk and sneer, so hey. At least he looks as concerned as he actually sounds, for once.]

[Feferi sits up when she hears Eridan call out to her. She blinks for a minute, not quite recognizing him without the sunglasses. The fever doesn't quite help, either, but then she manages a weak smile.]

Hey, Eridan...

[She waves, though that's just as weak as her smile.]

Are you alright?

[He shuffles in a little, still sticking around the doorway.]

I mean. I was just. Passing through but. You know. If you need anything...?

[Awkward is spelled with capital Eridan.]

I feel like my head's so stuffed up it's going to pop and the rest of me got hit with a large vehicle, to be honest. But it's supposed to go away?

[She sighs, but the sigh is half-sigh and half-sneeze.]

Thank you. I just - you know, it sounds like I'm completely going off the deep end, probably, but I can't help wondering if they timed this mess somehow. Or maybe I'm just sick and a little cranky and being paranoid.

But I reely appreciate it.

[He look sorry and sympathetic.]

I wouldn't put it past them, honestly, after all they've done.

[He shuffles a little more.]

Maybe I could bring you up a glass of water or something?

[He's not sure what else to do, but you know him. He's gotta do something.]

Actually. Question. I keep getting confused, and I can't tell whether it's normal for that to happen with human flu or not. What time of year is it? I keep feeling like one minute, it's sometime back a few months ago, then I'm back in normal time. Like things skip around when they aren't supposed to.

What?

[Eridan frowns, further shuffling into the room and looking at Feferi cautiously.]

What do you mean like skipping around?

It's hard to explain, but it feels like I know where am - I know I'm here in the Tower, I recognize people's faces, all of that. But I don't always feel like I know when exactly I am. Or it feels like I'm in the past when I'm sitting here in bed just like --

[Like then. It's winter, isn't it? It's winter and she's in bed and things -- they aren't fine. This isn't winter, it's the middle of summer and someone's screaming in a cell next to hers -- and then things are okay again.]

-- I didn't move, just then, but I could swear I was somewhere else.

You didn't go anywhere.

[There's a pause.]

Nor anywhen.

[He'd have noticed.]

That's weird, do you want me to keep you company?

It felt like I was back in that fucking pod of Jason's, back over the summer. Same feeling to it, same tension in the air, even smelled the same. But I know I - Time stuff isn't my thing. I wasn't even very good at Life stuff.

...yeah. That would be good. At least till I'm not hallucinating a time trip.

...that happens to me, sometimes. Feeling like I'm back in places or times, without actually doing the Time thing, I mean.

[He inches a little bit closer, coming to stand by the foot of her bed.]

Can I sit here?

It sucked just then. I - this is going to sound incredibubbly stupid, but I'm sorry that it happens. Because if it sucks doing it for five minutes when I've got whatever the shell this flu is, then it must suck even more having it happen more often.

[She scoots over, nodding.]

Yeah.

It's okay.

[He sits at the foot of the bed, folding one leg and sort of resting his hands on his lap.]

It's a bit scary, but then you get used to it, I mean, enough to sort of know what's happening?

[Except that when he has flashbacks he tries to murder people, but details.]

So I guess the only thing I can tell you is not to let it make you doubt yourself.

[ Roomate, what are you doing... after talking to Feferi on the network, Sayaka decided to bring water to her... she found some bottles of it, and she's bringing them over to their room- when she spots the fish troll who's definitely not in bed where she should be. ]

Feferi, what are you doing there?

[The first thing she's doing? Sneezing into a tissue. The second? Looking awfully sheepish.]

I was going to go check my messages, but that should probably wait, shouldn't it...?

It must wait. You have to go back to bed and take care of yourself.

[ She brings up one of the water bottles. ] I found these in the kitchen. I hope it helps a little.

That's...yeah. [Feferi gives Sayaka a sheepish nod. She really didn't mean to cause so much trouble.] I wish they had some sort of phone system or somefin. That would make it easier.

[She takes one of the bottles, cracking it open and taking a sip.] Thank you. I hope it does, too.

I know. Still, I don't want your conditions to get even worse.

[ She hesitates before approaching. ] Let's go back to our room.

[ there might not have been a response to the network - probably because Karkat doesn't feel like gracing the keyboard with his loving troll caress. he does care though. minutely. very minutely because Karkat Vantas has a reputation and it's not going to be ruined by some concern and actions made out of potential guilt either.

nope that's your imagination at work. Karkat is going down to see her with an extra blanket and garbage because even though he isn't the leader here, he at least this is a better alternative than trying to bathe Gamzee again. that is his story and he is sticking to it.

that's why he's giving her a glare as he sees her moving about. ]

Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?

[Feferi blinks once. And blinks again. And then she realizes she has actually completely forgotten what it was that was so urgent that she needed to be up and about to do it.

(She had been about to go check the network again, leaving an even larger pile of tissues in the nearest trash bin by the terminal. She might be sick, but she's not going to leave her snotty tissues laying around. That's just rude, okay.)

But at the moment, she just blinks.]

...I think I was going to go get some water or something...

[ if he could facepalm... ]

This is why this place needs handheld communication devices.

[ it'd be so much easier. Karkat then proceeds to shoo you, Feferi. ]

You said you were sick, right? Go back to your respite square or recuperacoon or whatever the fuck is in that block of yours. Someone else can get your water.

[ him, but he isn't going to say that. ]

It reely does. Stupid lousy coddamn motherglubbing admins.

[The cursing triggers a coughing fit, but Feferi is trying very hard not to cough on you, Karkat.]

Right...should reely do that.

[And not stand there blinking for a second, like she's trying very hard to figure out what time of year it is.]

[ he can see it now. he's going to end up sick. well, if he's going to catch this thing, then damned if he just doesn't do what he is now.

like still trying to shoo Feferi. only closer this time and maybe with a touch to the shoulder. ]

Yes, yes you should. Staring into space here isn't going to help either.

I don't know what happened there. Must be that I'm just tired or somefin. Sorry. And sorry for coughing like that a minute ago. I'm trying not to get germs on everyone, I reely am.

[She turns in the direction of where her room is and starts walking, though she still seems a bit confused sometimes.]

It's going to be inevitable. We're in a fucking tower and practically sharing air with the next dumbass next to you.

[ he's going to have to lead her back, huh? 8| Feferi. stop being troublesome. ]

[All things considered, Pokey realized the chance of getting sick with the temperature continuing to get ever and ever lower was pretty high. If that was the case the smart thing to do would be to not only find blankets but get medicine as well. He has to stop a minute when he sees Feferi rummaging about the infirmary herself.

He debates, for a moment, about getting annoyed with her. About how she had ignored his advice. And then chides himself for it. He's being an asshole and even if that is his default setting he could at least put it aside for a moment.

Instead, he'll go over to try and help her.]

Do you even know what you're trying to look for?

...I'd know, back home. But everything looks different and has different names. I know I want the stuff that brings a fever down and unstuffs my head and makes my throat not hurt, but I don't know what that is here.

[And she holds out a bottle of what she thinks might be cough syrup, but is actually closer to Pepto-Bismol, trying to read the label.]

[Pokey eyes the bottle and shakes his head.]

That ain't what you're looking for. Here.

[And he goes for what looks close to a bottle of Nyquil.]

Here. Try this.

[She's just going to make a note to herself: bottles of green liquid that isn't lime-colored are safe to take when one has the flu. After that mental note is taken, she takes that bottle in hand.]

Thanks.

[It takes her an unusually long time to say that, though: what seems like a few seconds to her is along the lines of a few minutes.]

[That was...weird. Pokey was just a bit away from shaking her or snapping his fingers in front of her face in order to get a reaction. He's actually a little worried about her for a moment, but he pushes that down. And shrugs.]

.....

You need help getting back to your room?

[Feferi blinks a few more times, like she's shaking off a bad dream. That was weird.]

Y-yeah. I don't know what happened there. At least my room's on the first floor, though.

[Pokey bites his lip a little and nods.]

Alright.

...Did it hurt or anything?

...did what hurt? You lost me there.

...The pausing.

Did you feel anything at all. Like was there a physiological reaction to it.

[And as promised, Eridan shows up, looking no better than Feferi now. GUESS WHO CAUGHT "THE BUG" as they say... He's a little hunched over, his eyes are baggy, and he's certainly sniffiling a bit. His accent sounds even more ridiculous with a stuffy head. He's still wrapped up in his cape and scarf, and he almost trips on himself getting in.]

Wow. I'm really off today.

[Feferi blinks a little, then scoots over to make some room for him.]

You seemed okay earlier...this stuff sucks. It reely sucks.

[Don't mind her if she seems dazed and isn't sure if 'earlier' means 'yesterday' or 'earlier today when I talked to you' or 'three months ago'.]

[Eridan plops down right next to her, silent for awhile. It's really awkward doing these feelings jams and no one understands.]It really does....

It's hit you pretty hard, hasn't it? You're not seemin' like your bubbly self today...

[he's just staring at his scarf at the moment. She looks like she could use some of it but god dammit he doesn't want to give it up just yet.]

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room 1-05 Eridan, good boys don't go into girls' rooms without permission.

the door is open and she has the flu, that's implied permission

...point.

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First floor

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floor one, why the fuck not

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