Number 6 becomes Patient 0 [Open/Mingle]

[be_seeing_you]

Who: Number 6 & OPEN
What: As explained in this OOC post Number 6 got the flu as a regain and he's in a sharing mood. This is 100% opt-in.
When: Starting March 6, thru the month of March
Where All over, indicated in starters
Warnings: Sickness, all things that having the flu entails. This is magic flu that is incurable but only lasts for exactly one week. Let's keep it light and not have anyone die, and also please do not have the flu spread into memories, keep it contained to the ship.

For everyone's convenience, feel free to use this post as a mingle. I'm going to turn off tracking so you can post your toplevels here as much as you desire. There's no posting time-limit.




Get comfy in your robe and have a cuppa tea. It's going to be a long week.

Comments

[saltwaterlungs]

There's the slightest attempt of trying to stifle her laughter that is crushed like an ant beneath an avalanche.

"IS THIS WHY YOU ATE THE FUCKING BOUILLON CUBES???" she shrieks, a hand half over her mouth, "MON FRANGIN- THEY'RE SUPER SALTY!"

Both hands clamped over her mouth as she tries to rein herself back in.

[prince_of_beasts]

"They looked like biscuits!" Dimitri complains. It's hard to sniff indignantly when he's sniffling anyway. "I did realize they were too hard!" Beat. "And too small for hardtack."

[saltwaterlungs]

"This is actually going to kill me to keep from him," Darcy says when she finally manages to regulate her breathing, "it will actually kill me. You know he's been trying to work out what food you like for ages, right?"

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri pauses, then groans. "Of course he has, that explains some -- nnngh." He buries his face in his hands. "I thought it would come back! And by the time I realized it wouldn't, and how much it mattered, it was too late to admit I'd been lying," he whines. "I'll tell him, I just need to find the right time ... "

[saltwaterlungs]

"Before the next excursion where we get kitchens," Darcy pokes at his shoulder, "and we're working out what you like before then so I can give him hints. Other than 'cheese' and 'crunchy shit'."

And bouillon cubes, but she's already teased him about that, and she can exercise some restraint.

[prince_of_beasts]

"Good luck. I'be been trying, but I can't get much more specific than 'yes'." Dimitri blows his nose again. "D'you know Bash? He's helpig. But it seems having it back doesn't mean that id works."

[saltwaterlungs]

"Oh yeah, I know Bash. He's nice. Kind of intimidating, but nice."

Cus y'know. Cool older goth.

"That just means we need to build up your palate. Get you to taste a bunch of different shit," she adds, and is it really surprising that Darcy treats a sense of taste like working out any other muscle?

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri blinks. "Intimidating?" He'd found Bash about at intimidating as a fluffy bunny. Though there'd been that display at the carnival ... Dimitri's hardly in a position to judge anyone for hidden (violent) depths.

"I've tried at the cheese shop." He scrunches his nose at Darcy preemptively. "Don't laugh at me."

[saltwaterlungs]

"I'm not," or if she is, only a little. It's endearing. She's come to know Dimitri's fussiness with the same fondness and familiarity as she knows his fighting style, his eating habits being one of the many parts of him that she has committed to memory. There's a small swelling of fondness in her chest, and she wishes quietly as she always does that being in everyone's company was this easy and felt this good.

"It's a good place to start- did you find anything you like?"