And PLOT COMMENCES. Terrible plot. Horrible, whiny plot.

[starofchaos]

[There is a Liquid wandering the halls. Usually, Liquids are full of zest. This one... not so much. Odd, really. He's been feeling drained all day. His throat is scratchy and it's difficult to breathe properly. Worse, even his reflexes seem to be dulled! His head aches and his body is shaking with the cold. Why is he suddenly feeling the cold? He doesn't know! He's pale as death. He makes a quick call-]

Ocelooooot, where are you? I need you right now.

[-and hangs up. He can't help the rare whininess in his (particularly shaken and scratchy) voice. Liquid has never been sick a day in his life, excluding some of his imprisonment - and the less said about that the better. He leans against the wall, looking miserable, and sinks down to sit on the floor.]

This is a really rotten week... first the gray hair and now this...

DOES THE UNIVERSE JUST HATE ME LATELY?!

[His words break down into a fit of coughing and he buries his face in his hand for a moment as if that will hide his identity.]

(Long story short, Liquid is sick. It's not serious, even though he looks like hell, but prepare for whiny bitch syndrome if you approach him! He's not used to feeling this rotten.)

Comments

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

You're still younger. We should be there soon. It's odd how it seems I've been taking care of quite a few people since arriving here.

[starofchaos]

Maybe you're just that kind of person.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Strange. I hadn't been.

[starofchaos]

Nor had I, before I came here. People help.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

They do. It's quite strange to be here and have... people.

[starofchaos]

Mm... But it's nice. Although it's odd... I'm almost afraid of losing them now.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Quite something to admit to.

[Not that he doesn't feel exactly the same]

Ah. Step carefully. We're here.

[starofchaos]

I know. I dunno what's come over me. My head feels so heavy...

[He stumbled and would have fallen were it not for Vaderquid's support.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

You're ill. From what I've seen, that happens.

[And he's not white from the stumble taking them close to one mine. Not at all]

This way. [Liquid carefully took him over to his couch, sitting him down.]

[starofchaos]

[He slumped on the couch, barely noticing Liquid's paleness. Odd. Why was he so tense? It wasn't as if they were hurt, after all.]

...thanks.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[There was a brief squeeze of the shoulder as Liquid went to deposit his shoes somewhere covered in plastic, start heating water, and bring back a glass.] Drink this first. That taste, I imagine, must not be a particularly good one.

[starofchaos]

[He took the glass with shaking hands, reluctantly sipping at it.]

I've handled worse tastes and you know it. But thanks.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I am aware. That doesn't mean you should have to deal with it for any longer. If you shower, the tea should be done once you exit.

[starofchaos]

[He nods and awkwardly rises to his feet.]

I'll... be back in a minute.

[Showering it is! Except... he seems to be gone a while.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[After a bit, Liquid followed him in] Brother, you may want to finish soon.

[starofchaos]

[Liquid nodded slightly from where he sat in the corner of the shower, his head resting against the wall. His eyes were closed.]

Mn-? Right... sorry.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[He simply picked up a washcloth and started to wash up the other Liquid]

This place seems to have figured exactly what we needed. I found ginger tea when before, I had none. It's currently steeping, and it seems I've come into possession of lemon and honey as well.

[starofchaos]

[He started at the unexpected action, opening his eyes to stare at Liquid.]

I really wonder sometimes if this place is alive.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

It certainly seems like it. It seems as if depending on its mood, you find exactly what you wanted, or exactly what you never wanted to see. [His hand moved to scrub the back of his neck as he leaned in]

I wouldn't be surprised if there's a lesson this place wants someone to learn that requires you becoming ill.

[starofchaos]

...? I don't think my getting sick could teach anyone a lesson, unless it's me.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Patience, caring, all of that idiotic rhetoric for who takes care of you. Which will be Ocelot, if he doesn't already have all of that for loving with one of us.

[starofchaos]

Ocelot could use patience, I suppose.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I would think that is what's happening. Makes the most sense. Now, can you stand?

[starofchaos]

Give me your arm.

[He doesn't bother to waste his time hiding it.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[Liquid helped him up, electing not to make a comment on it. He'd use it later when his alternate could properly fight back]

The tea should be nearly done.