The weather's annoying, isn't it?

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and anyone!
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!

He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.

He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.

There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.

Comments

[divinitysoiled]

Well now. This would have had to happen eventually. The demon was starting to look a little miserable at the weather, despite it not having any ability to actually harm her. But when she looked up to see him, she smirked. "Well now. You're not one I expected to see just wandering about."

[warriorscribe]

"And why not?" Enoch asked, quiet from lack of energy and congestion. He looked up and tried to blink away the heaviness as he looked at her. She wasn't looking all that great herself, at least from where he was standing.

[divinitysoiled]

"I hadn't thought you would be so daft as to wander aimlessly, not to mention do so in such weather." And did he... look ill? Strange.

[warriorscribe]

"It isn't aimless. I'm looking for those who aren't faring well in the cold."

He did look ill. Paler, with tired eyes and posture not quite so straight. He watched Catarina warily, though, all the same.

[keybearer]

[Even with his winter clothes, Riku's found it difficult to adjust to the cold temperatures. As an islander, the lack of heat's struck him hard, and as he wanders through the tower, he's got his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

Upon spotting Enoch, Riku stops and casts him a puzzled glance.]

You make all those yourself?

[Cloaks... they'd definitely help at a time like this.]

[warriorscribe]

*Well, cloaks themselves were fairly simple things when one wasn't taking exact measurements or requests. Sniffling instead of replying, Enoch offers Riku the one off the top of the stack.*

I thought they might help. *He doesn't raise his voice to try to speak through the congestion, so between that and his natural soft tone, no wonder he didn't immediately respond. He's pretty quiet like this.

[keybearer]

Hey, I think anyone who's short on winter gear's definitely gonna appreciate it.

[He'll happily take the cloak and, after looking it over, slip right into it.]

How long did it take to whip them together?

[warriorscribe]

Each one...perhaps two or three hours.

*To find material, cut them to size, find thread when he ran out...the hood was the hardest part, really, and that didn't take long at all. It was greatly helped by the fact that he hadn't done much in the way of clasps or bindings. The hood attached and gave the cloak shape, and that was about it. One or two might have strings to tie it closed inside, but that was only when he could find cords for that.*

[puppy_lancer]

Lanceris currently walking down the halls when he's distracted by the cough. He turns to see the man holding the large pile of cloaks.

"Huh. Where'd you get so many of those?"

[warriorscribe]

"I made them." Over the course of a little more than a week - they're not exactly big projects when there's nothing special to do. His voice is quiet and a little weak-sounding from congestion. "Do you want one?"

[puppy_lancer]

He shakes his head.

"Nah. I'm good."

Sure, the cold was uncomfortable, but he wouldn't go hogging any cloaks because there were people out there who actually needed them.

"What's with your voice?"

[warriorscribe]

A sniffle buried the very first sound in his reply. "'ve caught that illness." It was funny, he wasn't so sure he could. But then, why not? Climbing all these stairs couldn't be good for him, but he was willing to do it - he didn't make these cloaks for nothing.

[tohko_amano]

While Tohko's eyesight was terrible, and while she did have a light fever, she couldn't just ignore her library duties. Plus..she'd have to get something to eat soon. What she ate didn't matter anymore, now that her tastebuds had fully died. It was slow going up the stairs, as she was being careful not to trip, and as she ascended, she spotted Enoch holding quite a few cloaks.

She didn't need one, as she was wearing the cloak she made herself and the cape Legolas was letting her borrow, but she saw him sneeze and thought that he might need some help. At least they would be able to talk this time around.

"Good morning, Enoch. How are you feeling?"

[warriorscribe]

"...As well as I can." His voice was quiet, weak-sounding without as much breath behind it. "I've caught the illness, myself."

It wasn't impossible, he supposed. Just very unlucky.

[tohko_amano]

Tohko sighed and scratched her head. Thanks to her cold dulling her hearing, she was barely able to make out Enoch..but thankfully, she still could.

"I see..you too, huh? How badly is it affecting you? If you want, I can go and grab some medicine from the clinic."

After all, she couldn't just leave him without helping. After all..this illness, whatever it was, was terrible. If it was able to wipe her sense of taste out completely and dull her other senses, it was pretty powerful.

[warriorscribe]

"Does their medicine work?" Enoch, for once, stood with his shoulders slumped, feeling the weight of his muscles. For all the illness, he saw few people with medicine or in the infirmary.

[idolizer]

[ Sayaka didn't feel that well today. The headache is bothering her so much that she decided to skip training and just look for something to warm herself up with, her only comfort being the scarf she made by herself. That's when she meets him, and her eyes instantly fall on the cloaks he's holding. ]

Oh, Enoch. Hello.

[warriorscribe]

Hello, Sayaka. *Enoch's response is automatic, quiet. He sees her gaze fall on the cloaks, though, and he offers her one of them immediately. It's just about as automatic as the response.* Keeping warm is important like this.

[idolizer]

[ A brief pause... then, she takes the cloak and looks at it for a moment. ]

You made those?

[ She smiles back at him then. ] Thank you.

[altitonant_emperor]

[ Though Hidetoshi had managed to savage some warmer clothes, he's been stricken with the flu as well. His head hurts and as he wanders through the hallways of the dorm area, he has to stop and lean against the wall and sneeze. His shoulders would shake with coughs, and he resents the light-headedness that afflicted him.

He's blaming the miserably cold weather. But when he and Enoch cross paths for the first time since the candy-collecting event, he's largely focused on the heap of cloaks in his arms. He rubs at his arm with one hand before calling out; ]

... Pardon me, but where did you get those?

[ Being already ill kept him from being deterred from approaching the older man at the sound of coughing. ]

[warriorscribe]

I made them. *Enoch offers Hidetoshi one automatically, leaning against the wall himself at a bout of lightheadedness.*

[altitonant_emperor]

You made these yourself? Impressi-i— [ He breaks off in a couple of short, hacking coughs that prevent him from completing his sentence. Then he blinks, eyes still watering when he is offered one from the heap of clothes before accepting the cloak with graditude and pulling it on hurriedly, glad for any form of protection from the cold. ] ... Thank you for your generosity.

[ He looks at Enoch's stance, leaning tiredly on the wall and how he too had been coughing a moment ago. He grimaced in distaste. So the older man had fallen sick as well. ]

[knightime]

Dave was wondering through the hallways with his ninetales. He was actually relatively warm with the fire pokemon at his side, but that didn't stop the sneezing and sniffling.

And that definitely didn't stop Dave from being tense. The hallucinations had gotten worst, and they were distracting. He disregarded them as best he could, not wanting people to know that he was experiencing them. He was mentally telling himself they'd be gone eventually.

"What are you doing?" He keeps his distance from Enoch, if only because he wasn't sure if they'd get sick if he got too close.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch glances over at Dave and...what was that creature? It was beautiful, whatever it was.

"I made these cloaks for people that need them." He sniffles, dissatisfied with the way his voice sounds through the congestion. Everything sounds worse forced through a stuffed-up nose. But he shuffles towards Dave anyway. "Do you need one?"

[knightime]

"Naw, I'm actually fine. I mean, it's fucking cold, but I have other means to stay warm. I wouldn't want to take one when I can stay warm myself. Thanks though." As he speaks, Missy slowly approaches Enoch, sniffing at him curiously. She was radiating heat, which at least gives a good indication that Dave would be fine in the cold weather.

"Have you been handing these out to people?" He forgets there's some really nice people in the Tower sometimes.