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[dranksforthememories]

WHAT what you want
WHERE where you want
WHEN Day ""135""

[The rain has cleared, but it appears to have left some people with a case of the sniffles! The magic sniffles. Even if you've never been sick a day in your life, you might not find yourself immune. Then again, maybe you have a terrible immune system and you're fine. I'm not the magic sniffles police.

Symptoms May Include:

- runny nose
- sore throat
- fever
- thinking you're going to cough or sneeze but actually what comes out is A BURST OF THE TRUTH
- waking up in someone else's bed
- joint aches

At least the sketchy pop-up pharmacy at the mall has a special on tissues and nyquil?]

Comments

[willnotwatch]

[what is happening black panthers do not get sick—

achoo.]

[morethanyou]

...you look terrible.

[mistruths]

[ he has been here for a Very Long Time and he may not yet know whats going on but he's about to and when he does he is going to hate it very much.


Clearly this is the best time to bother him. ]

[willnotwatch]

[not exactly bother but he is going to walk by and sneeze, then look up as if Loki were the culprit.]

[dranksforthememories]

[well for a start guess who just woke up groggy and out of it in Loki's bed?]

...the hell...

[selfidentitytheft]

[wandering into the coffee shop, he looks uh. not SUPER well. one of his eyes keeps blinking back and forth between a fox's and a human's, and his hair is busy fading from black to purple]

Uhhhhh, hey, question? Is coffee good for sick? Caffiene?

[whatischeers]

[oh god the worst. gamora takes a sudden breath, like she's going to sneeze, it's going to be bad--







it comes out as a tiny squeaky sneeze, like an adorable mouse sneeze. gamora looks murderous.]

[willnotwatch]

...

[he is trying really hard not to laugh

good thing he also has a little kitten sneeze to put him in his place]

[oedipuswrecked]

[ oh my god ]

[thatsoundsfakebutokay]

...

[offers tissues]

We have to stop meeting like this.

[coldhand]

[oh no

that was

cute]

[loveandvore]

Bless you.

[divasterous]

—Gamora??

[ravagings]

Awww, ain't that cute.

[coldhand]

[basically the one good thing about being Bucky historically has been not catching cold or having allergies

it's been a long time since she woke up achy and sniffly

at first, she doesn't even realize whose bed she's in]

[willnotwatch]

[it's the bed of your favourite king, who has also not been sick in recent memory, and who is very cranky and only half-aware of what's going on and maybe snoring little sad kitten snores]

[divasterous]

[rolls over sleepily, draping an arm around—]

!!

[he abruptly jolts back and sits upright]

Bucky!?

[motherloving]

[ she will probably notice the little tortoiseshell cat with angel wings curled up between her and the nearly-naked young man next to her before she notices Juliet himself, but hey, who knows. ]

[morethanyou]

[peeking into the room at some point to check on T'Challa, and—]

—good morning, Bucky.

[dontworry]

[ fever here. Also maybe in Your bed.

... there's also a disturbing skeleton critter perched atop her back staring blankly at you. Because it has no eyes.

Shura kinda looks like death though. ]

[coldhand]

[oh. well.

at least the skeleton isn't a complete surprise]

Um.

[starspangledman]

[so like a good super soldier Steve's stumbling out of bed (maybe your bed?) this morning, trying go for his morning run.

Only he finds himself stopping every other block, shivering and sniffling, bracing against whatever building's handy]

What's going on—?

[willnotwatch]

[he's not... worried, because whatever, it's just steve, but also, what, the only people who usually sneak into his bed are his little sister and his sometimes girlfriend.]

That's a good question.

[appliedscience]

[ Tony shuffles out into the shop, making himself a cup of coffee and sneezing hard into his arm.

that's gross Tony, don't touch food. people eat here. ]

[thatsoundsfakebutokay]

Go home, Tony.

[aintrunning]

Aah, aaah—[extremely loud, whole room disrupting sneeze] Damn!

[willnotwatch]

[he honestly wasn't even doing anything close to looking for Erik, but here he seems to be, wandering into the same aisle of the pharmacy]

...

[selfidentitytheft]

[flopped on his back somewhere— a park bench? your bed? his living room floor? any flat surface will do

he sneezes, and his hair shocks from brown to bright green]

Uggggh.

[howintreeguing]

[park bench it is! a tiny echoing sneeze issues from behind the bench]

...are you ill?

i will slap myself to tag out when it's not 2:40am i promise...

[emanation]

[ He was already not doing Great with the rain combined with still pushing himself daily (some people just don't know when to quit tbh) but with this magic sniffles on top of all of that... he's a disaster, basically.

And you've probably just got home and found a portal swirling between the bed and a wall, Stephen on said bed knocked out cold, and a magic cloak floating behind shaking its collar at you.

It's supposed to be a "I told him so" but I mean.

It's a cloak. ]

[morethanyou]

...this can't have been where you were aiming for...