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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?]

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Yeah, sounds about right...

[flopping, sitting hard on her hip, watching Shura with blurry eyes]

Sorry for the rough wake up call?

Who--

[ Bird leans over the edge of the bed to stare down at her, then look back at Bucky like ??? ]

... Bucky? What're you... doing.

Was sleeping. [glancing around] Apparently getting sick, which seems like bullshit.

You?

[ she gets up. Slowly. And climbs back into bed. ]

... sick seems about right. Why'dya come visit?

I didn't. I don't think...?

[rubbing her face tiredly]

Least I didn't mean to.

[ looks around ]

Oh. This isn't my room.

Uh... sorry. A surge must have gone off while I was sleeping, maybe I teleported... want me to go?

Edited 2018-06-14 21:36 (UTC)

You don't have to. You're not looking real hot there.

Oh, good. I was hoping you'd say that.

[ faceplants again ]

I'm feeling distinctly unsexy yeah.

Not quite what I meant... but you've looked better too.

[snorting. it's not a healthy sounding laugh]

Me too.

Oh no. Oh no.

[ said absolutely listlessly. Bird climbs back onto Shura's back to perch again, like the biggest asshole cat. You know the kind. ]

You sound like shit too.

[it's a well known kind. kind of disconcerting when the asshole cat has no skin, but...]

I feel like shit too. You know, I'm not supposed to be able to get sick.

No? Some kinda magic?

[ lifts an arm weakly and gestures bucky closer, c'mere. ]

Me, or this sniffle?

[she does move closer. why not]

The sniffle, probably is.

Nah, your anti-sick.

[ she absently flops her arm over bucky's side then. good. ]

Science. I think. Honestly, I couldn't say for sure.

[comic book science. Bucky leans against Shura, okay with this]

Weird. Bad luck today, huh?

[ we're cuddling now. we're friends. ]

[what better way to make friends than suffering together?]

Or magic. Can't rule that out, all things considered.

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Same thing, usually, where I'm from...

[ Bird flops over and stretches its weird bony arms over bucky's shoulder. ]

When you put it that way, seems to be the way it works most places.

[glancing at Bird. Okay. Well. Going with that.]

It's not sick too, is it?

Nah. He's just dead.

Snuggly for being dead.

He's a good boy who tries his best.

[ reaches over and pats its head. it makes ??? xylophone noises??? roughly in the same tempo as a purr ]

[apparently he is

this is one of the more confusing things Bucky's run into, but not in a bad way]

Seems to do okay.

You seem pretty okay with this whole necromancy thing.

Well...

[a pause]

...Guess technically I'm dead. So.

[things get weird sometimes]