Super Sweet Secret Slumber Party

[killtheanimals]

[It's Thursday night.

Everyone's sick. No one but maybe Chloe is having fun. All that's left is to see what happens first - the death of them all, or the death of one.

But for Cabin 2 at least, all remain here.]

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PRIOR TO 10PM

[killtheanimals]

[Everyone's sick and it sucks. All conversations about that go here.]

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta has been acting like a wild, feverish animal nearly all week. Unfortunately, today he's been feeling incredibly tired on top of it. Instinct told him to grab at least 5 beanbags with his teeth and pile them into a weird pillow fort... Nest thing.

That's where he's gonna rest for the first half of the night. On the floor, in a bean bag nest. At least he's not bothering Chloe and whatever she has.]

[soylentprotag]

[At some indeterminate point, there's a gentle pat at the top of his head -- Lenka's leaned up against one of the beanbags, sliding down to sit against the nest with his hand lightly resting against Gonta's hair before he pulls away. Water and and something to nibble on for the beanbag beast, perhaps?]

[killtheanimals]

[Today is the day upon which Mitsuru did not actually get out of bed.

Instead he remained curled up on the top bunk above Lillith, floating in between slumber and wakefulness, coughing painfully on occasion. Sometimes he'd awaken hot or chilled, but above all the pounding headache and nausea were unrelenting.

Eventually, however, even his body can no longer sleep. Blinking blearily, he turns on his side, towards the rest of his cabinmates, far too out of it to really have a grasp of exactly what time it is anymore.]

[lovecolored]

[ Marisa lazily floats into the room with a giant bundle of flowers in her lap, dumps them at the foot of her bed, and then immediately collapses into it. ]

S'my research....materials...

[ a hacking cough ]

...don't touch 'em.

[yunolikebugs]

Mmmmrur?

[Gonta's head rests on top of one of the beanbags in his little beanbag nest as he stares at the flowers in curiosity.

He slowly reaches out for one...]

[killtheanimals]

[Peering from his bunk.]

Flowers?

[How do you even have energy to be condescending anymore, Mitsuru.]

[soylentprotag]

[At some point, Lenka had moved off his bunk to do something -- maybe get water? -- and ended up more-or-less dozing off against one of the walls. Really, with the state of the bunks and the being sick, the floor feels about as comfortable and twice as cool. It's also the perfect spot to suddenly get showered with extra flowers from Marisa's attempt at organization.

He startles awake when there's suddenly petals all over his head, opens his mouth to ask, and a flower falls in it.]

Ah--

[And then he sneezes. I'm sorry about the fact that all your flowers probably went flying.]

[love_seriously]

[ Floe immediately tries to touch them, because of course she does. She's weakly hanging over the side of her bed to do so, though, so she misses by at least a couple feet. ]

Research...?

[velocirainbow]

[ He's getting that urge. That urge that says "do the opposite of what someone just said".

Cielo is staring at the flowers from his bunk with this look in his eye that really does indicate he wants to touch them. I'm sorry, he's never seen flowers before, please do not judge him. ]

[kitchen_witch]

[She stumbled in about fifteen minutes before ten, looking shaking - but she really has been shaking since the illness hits, gripping onto the doorframe of the cabin before sitting on her trunk, her fingers gripping onto the lid as her feet rocked, and it extends up her body, as she groans in the back of her throat, swaying like she was about to 'dance' again]

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta looked up at the lady and... OH NO! She looks like she'll faint!

There must be some hint of gentleman in that weird, feverish animal brain he's suffering from, so he plods over on all fours to her side. He looks like he might grab the collar of her shirt with his teeth, but if she grabs him first he won't mind.]

[stingingremarks]

[Everyone's sick and it's lame. Not enough people are paying attention to her!!]

Man, look at you peons. You'd all be fish in a barrel without me and my powers. Especially beast boy over there.

[Though she's actually sitting right on the bottom bunk while she says this, because she can. Hopefully there are no bugs immediately in the mattress.]

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta just stares at her for a moment from his bean bag fort before trying to go back to sleep.]

[love_seriously]

[ Floe's illness was, at first, limited to just feeling extremely weak and tired, but as the week wore on it progressed rapidly to the point where now she can barely summon the strength to move from bed. She's currently wrapped in every blanket she can get her hands on (including, perhaps, yours?) in a vain attempt to fight off the persistent chills she's been struck with. But the worst of it seems to be the cough; a deep, agonizing cough that never seems to clear.

So yeah, she's miserable. And probably looking to steal another blanket soon, if she can work up the energy. How y'all doing?]

[soylentprotag]

[Ah, cough buddies, isn't it grand.

Lenka's blanket, at least, is freely offered -- adding more blankets isn't going to do anything for what his version of this plague is doing to his body, which is a bit of a mess in the first place. And he's hot more often than he is cold. So he'll just hold it out and try not to cough on her.]

[soylentprotag]

[Getting out of bed has become almost as hard as keeping his eyes open -- but Lenka can't usually sleep long even in the deepest throes of disease, thanks to the wracking coughs that double him over again and again into the dishtowel he's probably snagged from the kitchen (sorry kitchen). Sleep is really wishful thinking at this point, so he spends the moments when he's more or less conscious dragging himself out of bed and fetching water and some snacks for the cabin at large. Mostly fruit, some crackers, and soup just the once.

His God Arc remains propped at the back of his bunk. He's carefully warned the cabin not to touch it by now, not ever, and it's pretty debatable whether they would anyway after his display earlier this week. Just, seriously, do not. You will get chomped on.

Much of the rest of the time is spent curled up against the blade, trying to find relief when he's burning up and more delirious than not. There's occasionally a small voice in the back of his head whispering, whispering that maybe this is divine retribution. For his failures, for everything. Divine. It's pretty funny, actually.

For the most part, he ignores it.

Later in the night, he gets up one more time with the full intent of making it to the kitchen.]

... Mitsuru, can you come with me?

[He could use an extra pair of hands for their last food run of the night.]

[killtheanimals]

[Mitsuru blinks slowly from where he lays, half his face in mattress. He can't fall asleep anymore, but he doesn't feel good, either.

...Still. He's been in bed literally all day. He should be capable of this much, surely.

Without bothering to speak, he shifts, sitting up first and then making his way down the ladder. His staff comes last, floating itself into his hand, although at the end of the arc it more or less drops into his outstretched palm.

The staff is immediately put to use for him to lean on, though he tries valiantly to stay upright mostly by his own power.]

...Fine. Let's go.

[His voice is quiet and lacking in power, weary. At some point he'll have to figure out how to get back on his bunk again, providing this illness doesn't...

No. Let's not think about that now.]

I CHANGED MY MIND, this is funnier

[velocirainbow]

[ Laying in bed groaning but without words. Cielo has been afflicted by Mute. Literally. Physically. He does not know sign language, either, so uh. Enjoy playing charades if you want to talk to him because he is a fucking wreck right now. He is also still suffering a stomachache, because of course he is. ]

[soylentprotag]

[Well, Cielo has been awfully quiet all evening??

So Lenka feels a little justified checking on his bunkmate occasionally, he can probably manage water even with a stomachache, right. Reaching the top bunk is a little harder, Thursday being what it is, but he does make it up there now and then to perch and keep him company for a bit.

He spends a couple of moments coughing off the climb before piling a couple of crackers at the head of the bed. Eventually, that'll come in handy.]

Are you awake?

POST-10PM

[killtheanimals]

[But then everyone was suddenly healthy again! Discuss our great fortune in that regard here.]

[yunolikebugs]

[Oh, thank god. The fever finally goes away, as does the weird cloudiness in his mind that was making him act weird... So he suddenly realizes he's been acting like a savage beast.

He springs up in a panic, straightening out his clothes and looking embarrassed.]

AAH! GONTA SORRY FOR ACTING UNGENTLEMANLY!

[It'll take him a second to remember the more unfortunate implications here.]

[stingingremarks]

What? You seemed the same to me.

[SHE JUST NEEDS TO STOP]

[kitchen_witch]

[Jolts up from the beanbags, before grasping at herself, breathing deeply - realizing that she's no longer aching, gasping or breath, or shaking]

...is it over?

[killtheanimals]

[...Caaautiously looking around. He'd not returned to the top bunk after returning with Lenka on accounts of being too dying.]

...It... seems to be.