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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[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.]

[love_seriously]

[ Bless you, Lenka. She grabs weakly at the blanket, but even that small effort seems to take it out of her because she just holds it against her chest for a second instead of immediately wrapping it around herself. And then she's seized by another round of coughing, which she instinctively smothers with the nearest handkerchief-like object: the blanket he just gave her.

We are seriously gonna need to put everything in this cabin through the wash once we're better. ]

Thi- [ cough cough cough ] -this sucks.

[soylentprotag]

[He normally... doesn't really get sick thanks to canon bullshit, but in the interests of cleanliness and general hygiene they really should just sterilize everything like 50 times next week. Her coughing fit sets off one of his own and he sits down and curls up a little, waiting it out.

Eventually, a little hoarse:]

... Yeah. We're still working on it.

[And he has been, when he can, even if it's a bit of a feeble reassurance right now.]