d | a november catchall

[damnpire]

WHO: d & others
WHERE: stygia mostly probably
WHEN: nov.
WHAT: general meetups, notice board things, etc.
WARNINGS: me freezing spoon's comment so i can laugh every time i see it, reference to csa (laurent), snake imagery (augustine)

OOC plotting post

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[seaboard]

[ She has not felt well in days. It made no sense, not at all. She was well just a few nights beforehand, and then it crept in. A tightness, a cough. If she had no treated others in her life, she might never have known it was being sick at all, because she had never been, beyond typical childhood fever - a perk of the royal family and being so close to the Sea-Father himself, they never particularly caught them.

But now, she struggled to breath after walking any distance, something felt like it was stuck in her throat, yet would not budge. Left her clearing her throat, a fever on her brow that she wrapped herself up against the chilling winds against.

And he did not look a sight better, when she ran into him. Going to greet him with a pleasant hello, but stopping immediately to step close and peer at him. With that expert hand of someone used to checking over people who would probably fuss and tell her to stop, she reached up to brush his forehead and see for herself.

Not that he'd appreciate the comparison to toddlers, likely. ]

Lord D, are you well?

[damnpire]

[He does not appreciate it, but he has very much accepted the momming. His hand comes up to curl around her forearm, though he does nothing to pull it away. The warmth is returning to his skin with the paleness. This close, she can tell his breathing is a bit more labored, but it's as controlled and composed as he normally does all things.]

D is fine, [he says in a softer, more hoarse voice.] Should I be asking you the same?

[She isn't looking so good, and many people here are the same strangely.]

sorry for the delay [life happened] a whole bunch :T

[seaboard]

[ She clearly means to immediately refuse that answer with something as stubborn, if he is fine, she is fine. It will be witty, and clever, and someone will clap.

It's ruined of course, by the breathe she takes to say it and immediately begins to cough again. Not a polite, little cough, but deeper, longer sounds that seem to come from the bottom of her chest yet she cannot get air in to do it. ]

It will - it will pass. I have a strong constitution, one of the gifts from - [ a stop, to cough again, and she has to let him go. She should not be rushing to speak so fast. ] .... but I fear it is taking... taking more time, here.

it's alright!!

[damnpire]

[Hmmm. He peers at her studiously, watchful of how she's acting. It's a lot like he's seen a few other people acting recently. While he's susceptible to things here more than home, he isn't worried about it being a virus.

This time, it's he who lifts his hand to place the palm of it over her forehead under the tight curls of fringe. Checking. She feels ill in so much as the disease is making her exhausted.]

It's the flower disease. They're blooming in your lungs and your heart. It's different than what is happening to me.

[seaboard]

Flowers? I am not of the earth for me to -

[ Another cough, eyes shutting briefly. ]

I do not have time for this. There is far too much to be done before winter comes and causes worse to follow.

[damnpire]

[Hmm.] You mean the canning. [And other things, but he remembers her request.]

Supposedly doctors are working on a cure. The only remedies are those you can find from merchants. Or the man in Mirth. Have you gone?

[Mrs. Gilia, are you being stubborn?]

[seaboard]

What is a canning? [ She tries, in some vain attempt to distract him from prying. ]

I have not - had time. Winter is almost here, and we do not have enough food for all the Restless.

[ Not stubborn, no, but a workaholic that is very used to putting herself last. ]

[damnpire]

[He can explain, but don't think for a second he has forgotten.] You can't pour from an empty cup, [is all he says as a reminder, and perhaps a warning, to the illness.

She won't be able to help anyone else if she doesn't take care of herself.]

Canning is a way to preserve food by sealing it in a container. Most of it is done through pressure cooking.