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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

[coldhand]

Hey, hey... not obsessed.

[divasterous]

No?

[coldhand]

He was usually the one following me around.

[starspangledman]

[his voice is rough and wet]

I—yeah. Thank you.

[starspangledman]

Is it the same for—[cuts off, coughing]—for you? People like you?

[divasterous]

Mm, so what?

[sprawls next to her, looking up at he ceiling, sleepy and thoughtful]

[starspangledman]

[shifts onto his back, looking up at Vasily, bleary eyed]

Vasily...

[coldhand]

[all right, getting an arm around him and—up]

Don’t mention it.

[coldhand]

So... [well] I don’t know. Not sure what I would have done if he didn’t.

[divasterous]

What do you mean?

[ribblerouser]

Vyzanians or performers?

[coldhand]

[shrugging slowly. Sleeping in a tank top, it’s easy to see the ugly scarring where her arm meets skin]

I don’t know. Just weird to think about.

[divasterous]

[he touches her shoulder lightly, his fingers just as scarred]

[and jumps a moment later, flustered, hand tugging back]

Ah.

[starspangledman]

[leans against her a little heavily, stumbling to bed]

[starspangledman]

Vyzanians—sorry.

[ribblerouser]

That's all right. No, not particularly, I just keep myself very healthy because my health is actually shit if I let it slip. I was very, very sick when I was younger; I was on death's door. Remember me whispering as a kid? My throat's all scars, I've just learned to adjust for that. So I do what I can to keep my immune system on point.

[divasterous]

[this Steve are sick!]

I'll get you some water. You just need to rest.

[coldhand]

[rubbing her face, not so bothered by it. Certainly not bothered by his hand, either the scars or the contact. It’s comforting]

What about you...?

[divasterous]

What about me?

[coldhand]

[huffs, mostly joking]

Jeez, heavier too.

[not struggling with the weight though]

How you feeling?

[coldhand]

Seems like I’m just talking about me.

[divasterous]

I'm a noisy open book. What do you want to know?

[starts stroking her hair again, gentle]

[coldhand]

Not sure I believe that.

[that’s nice. Her eyes close again]

What were you like as a kid? The real you, not...

[whatever the time loop Mickey was aside]

[divasterous]

. . . mm. Lonely? I didn't have parents or a family. I was raised in a school that cut you off from your family if you did have any. Most of the kids didn't.

[coldhand]

School for what?