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towerofanimus2012-12-13 10:39 pm
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009 | Boy, it's hot in here
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN
Setting: 13th December. Dormitory 03-02, Hallways & Infirmary
Format: Wordy [Action], but will match
Summary: Other people are shivering. They must have just turned the temperature up just for him. Or rather this had developed from yesterdays sniffles.
Warnings: Partial nudity in Part One. General bodily fluids that come with having a runny nose/sneezing at intervals. Lots of sweat, warm would be an understatement.
Morning: Dormitory 03-02
[If any of his dorm mates peered over at Sephiroth's section of the dormitory this morning they might catch a fright. It had been his roughest night since he'd arrived here. There was a bunch of scrunched up napkins in varying states of sogginess on the bed stand on top of the forgotten books (One of which he still has to return to Tohko at some point!) - he'd gone through the entire packet of napkins during the night.
The bottle of Tylenol had been emptied and knocked onto the floor nearby; damn his constitution and being resistant to such drugs but he'd had to take more and more thinking that in the right dosage it might relieve some of these symptoms. Which now consisted of a sore throat which made it hard to talk, the occasional but not-too unmanageable bout of coughing and a running nose which simply shouldn't have that much mucus left in it to drip out. This whole thing was maddening! How his cells allowing this contagion to develop was a mystery, he was definitely made of hardier stuff than this!
Sephiroth's top blanket was crumpled on the floor along with all of his clothing. The thin under sheet had been pushed back away from his body in his sleep and then twisted
between his legs as he'd rolled over in the constant quest to get comfortable; a glistening sheen of sweat graced every square inch of his skin. Sephiroth himself had probably passed out eventually from exhaustion, snoring congestedly through his mouth; unaware and in his rest completely uncaring that he was near baring his backside to everyone else in their room.]
Later: Floor 3 to Floor 1 Dormitory Hallways, on route to the lift.
[Wearing his big leather coat and armor in this heat just wasn't happening in this heat. It was bad enough how wet and sticky it felt inside his leather pants, but he had nothing cooler to wear - he'd even left the gloves and boots in his chest. The floor felt refreshingly cool on his bare feet.
Watching others that he passed, Sephiroth wandered why they all looked so cold but couldn't say anything offhand. He'd sweated buckets last night in the change of temperature the admins had inflicted on them; maybe Jason had finally gotten tired of freezing them all to death. He seemed the type to get bored easily after all.
In fact, Sephiroth stopped by the bathrooms on the way to the lift to splash his face and bare chest with cold water and to run some through his hair. It felt good on the back of his head, at his hairline above where the collar sat. His hair had never looked so limp and the weight of it was adding to how hot he felt; it was a simple matter to pull his hair over one shoulder and arrange a loose braid of it. Then he headed back out into the corridor, heading for the stairwell and the lift downstairs. Point of the day - to try to find something stronger than small jar of Tylenol that he'd been given by Tohko before - the whole jar now gone in a whole night for no relief. His lack of patience just made the sleeplessness worse.]
Afternoon: Infirmary - Floor 2
[The infirmary was where Tohko had gotten the pills before, so the plan was easy. Go there andpin a drone to the wall ask, calmly and in control, if they had anything stronger in stock. The tylenol he'd consumed last night just wasn't either strong enough in general, or in a single dosage high enough to penetrate his own natural defenses which had specifically been generated that way.
After eyeing a few of the drones milling around Sephiroth decided against asking them, he felt just about as hot as his frustration and he was trying to remain calm. There was no reason for him to allow this flu to get the better of him, in fact despite the soreness of his nose from the blowing and rubbing every so often Sephiroth kept at it - he was above human.
As Sephiroth was ferreting around in drawers and cabinets after medication he meticulously compared whatever he found with the empty bottle of tylenol he brought with him from his room in the attempt to find something stronger, that might at least take the edge off the symptoms and make it easier to live with. His mind occasionally drifted to the idea of Hojo's 'clinic' that he'd seen announced on the network. If anyone knew how to diagnose what exactly was wrong with him - No! Not going there.]
Setting: 13th December. Dormitory 03-02, Hallways & Infirmary
Format: Wordy [Action], but will match
Summary: Other people are shivering. They must have just turned the temperature up just for him. Or rather this had developed from yesterdays sniffles.
Warnings: Partial nudity in Part One. General bodily fluids that come with having a runny nose/sneezing at intervals. Lots of sweat, warm would be an understatement.
Morning: Dormitory 03-02
[If any of his dorm mates peered over at Sephiroth's section of the dormitory this morning they might catch a fright. It had been his roughest night since he'd arrived here. There was a bunch of scrunched up napkins in varying states of sogginess on the bed stand on top of the forgotten books (One of which he still has to return to Tohko at some point!) - he'd gone through the entire packet of napkins during the night.
The bottle of Tylenol had been emptied and knocked onto the floor nearby; damn his constitution and being resistant to such drugs but he'd had to take more and more thinking that in the right dosage it might relieve some of these symptoms. Which now consisted of a sore throat which made it hard to talk, the occasional but not-too unmanageable bout of coughing and a running nose which simply shouldn't have that much mucus left in it to drip out. This whole thing was maddening! How his cells allowing this contagion to develop was a mystery, he was definitely made of hardier stuff than this!
Sephiroth's top blanket was crumpled on the floor along with all of his clothing. The thin under sheet had been pushed back away from his body in his sleep and then twisted
between his legs as he'd rolled over in the constant quest to get comfortable; a glistening sheen of sweat graced every square inch of his skin. Sephiroth himself had probably passed out eventually from exhaustion, snoring congestedly through his mouth; unaware and in his rest completely uncaring that he was near baring his backside to everyone else in their room.]
Later: Floor 3 to Floor 1 Dormitory Hallways, on route to the lift.
[Wearing his big leather coat and armor in this heat just wasn't happening in this heat. It was bad enough how wet and sticky it felt inside his leather pants, but he had nothing cooler to wear - he'd even left the gloves and boots in his chest. The floor felt refreshingly cool on his bare feet.
Watching others that he passed, Sephiroth wandered why they all looked so cold but couldn't say anything offhand. He'd sweated buckets last night in the change of temperature the admins had inflicted on them; maybe Jason had finally gotten tired of freezing them all to death. He seemed the type to get bored easily after all.
In fact, Sephiroth stopped by the bathrooms on the way to the lift to splash his face and bare chest with cold water and to run some through his hair. It felt good on the back of his head, at his hairline above where the collar sat. His hair had never looked so limp and the weight of it was adding to how hot he felt; it was a simple matter to pull his hair over one shoulder and arrange a loose braid of it. Then he headed back out into the corridor, heading for the stairwell and the lift downstairs. Point of the day - to try to find something stronger than small jar of Tylenol that he'd been given by Tohko before - the whole jar now gone in a whole night for no relief. His lack of patience just made the sleeplessness worse.]
Afternoon: Infirmary - Floor 2
[The infirmary was where Tohko had gotten the pills before, so the plan was easy. Go there and
After eyeing a few of the drones milling around Sephiroth decided against asking them, he felt just about as hot as his frustration and he was trying to remain calm. There was no reason for him to allow this flu to get the better of him, in fact despite the soreness of his nose from the blowing and rubbing every so often Sephiroth kept at it - he was above human.
As Sephiroth was ferreting around in drawers and cabinets after medication he meticulously compared whatever he found with the empty bottle of tylenol he brought with him from his room in the attempt to find something stronger, that might at least take the edge off the symptoms and make it easier to live with. His mind occasionally drifted to the idea of Hojo's 'clinic' that he'd seen announced on the network. If anyone knew how to diagnose what exactly was wrong with him - No! Not going there.]
Re: Dormitory Hallways
A little rough around the edges is all.
[Well, screw it, his dripping nose couldn't be ignored anymore. Low on patience and sleep, Sephiroth took the semi-dry remains of a napkin out of his pocket. The empty bottle of tylenol came out of the pocket as well though and dropped to the floor. Sephiroth rubbed the end of his nose once before crouching to pick up the bottle back up. It took effort against this heat, was it getting even hotter in here?]
Dormitory Hallways
Just a little? You sound like someone who has sandpaper down his throat.
[ not that she would know what that sounded like. She was just trying to make a point. She watched as he seemed to try to fix himself up. It made her concerned that his cold was that bad. Not to mention the empty bottle of pills fell out of his pocket. ]
Do you want me to take you the infirmary, or at least get you somewhere so that you can lay down? You really look bad.
[ Setting aside her issues at the moment, he seemed like he could use some help but wouldn't be the kind of person to ask for it. She was used to iit. ]
Re: Dormitory Hallways
I'm heading there now, in case they stock any stronger medication. The last I tried didn't even take the edge off the symptoms. Couldn't sleep much.
[He'd had enough of laying down last night, not being able to sleep. He wasn't about to go and try that again until exhaustion made him. He'd left his bed sheets open to dry (though really they weren't as damp as all that!) and perhaps letting the air get to the sheets would cool them off considerably as well. Maybe this evening he'd be more comfortable.]
I just need to find a way to keep cool, other than that I'll get over the rest.
Dormitory Hallways
Well, why don't I help you there? I'm on my way to grab something to get rid of my minour cold.
[ She didn't get how she got sick when she hardly ever got sick before. She hoped that he would at least get some rest. It would suck if he couldn't sleep, that would make him sicker. Though, if he ever mentioned that she might offer to use some sort of sleeping spell on him. Yujinn was good at teaching useful things to her. ]
To keep cooler? How about putting a cold towel on your forehead? It does wonders.
Dormitory Hallways (extending on route to the lift)
That was to both of her questions really. Ishtar had helped Sephiroth before, if only with a few words - he wasn't about to insist that he knew what he was doing with regards to helping himself through this when that simply wasn't the case. He shouldn't be getting ill like this is the first place! Just what was going on with his cells! Just on cue, Sephiroth single-coughed at the irritation in his throat and again wiped his nose with that mostly-sodden excuse for a napkin that was left.]
Dormitory Hallways (extending on route to the lift)
[ She chimes, seemingly pleased with the fact that he didn't tell her off this time. At least, it was an improvement. She hoped that it might be lasting. It was always better to make allies and friends versus making enemies out of people. She started trotting off ahead of him, though stopped a bit to see if he really did need any assistance since being sick wasn't really all that fun. She made a note to probably grab him a tissue box when she got to the infirmary as well. ]
Re: Dormitory Hallways (extending on route to the lift)
He just wished they'd stop turning the heating up every few minutes.]
(frozen comment) Dormitory Hallways (extending on route to the lift)
He did look like he was going to sweat up a storm. Eventually, they would reach the lift. ]