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A little pride upon the shelf

Who: Abelas (

getoutofmytemple), Rhys (

rhygret), Jyn Erso (

insurgent), Venom (

poolhall_killer), Zevran (

agradecido), possibly Angel (

r3f4c70r3d) & assorted visitors, neighbors & hangers on!
What: Neighbor funtimes!!!
When: Mid-September through October
Where: The apartment residence where they all live
Warning(s):
- mentions of terrorism and the fallout thereof
- definitely language
- possibly nudity, I mean Zev lives there y'all know how he is

[ Setting so far: Finding the starter housing too small and too open to the general populace, Zevran moved out of house #4 and into an apartment with his co-worker at Shades Darker, Venom. Somehow, Rhys, Abelas and Jyn opted to move in right next door. Shenanigans ensue! ]

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[ So maybe the aches and pains in his muscles and the slight headache he'd developed the night before wasn't just from straining himself at work. Rhys had gone to bed early, only to wake up feeling uncomfortably warm, a little dizzy, and with a serious case of the sniffles. The cause? A headcold: the worst kind of cold.

He's been in bed for the majority of the day now, but around noon he drags himself out of bed to go be miserable on the couch instead, coughing and sniffing as he tries to make a pot of coffee.

Because coffee solves everything. ]

[ Rhys mentioned having a headache last night, but given his predilection for whinging, she assumes it's nothing. As is her wont, Jyn has occupied the kitchen table, with scrap metal piled to one side, tools alongside it, and a half-drunk mug of tea in front of her. She only lifts her gaze from the local newspaper long enough to see who has entered the kitchen. Huh. Immediately, she notes that Rhys hasn't put the usual amount of effort into his appearance. She peaks at her phone, checking the time. Noon. It's far too late for him to look this soft, as he did the day Abelas locked him out of the bathroom. ]

[ keeping her eyes fixed on an article, she interjects dryly — ] You know coffee is a dehydrant, don't you?

[ If he still has a headache, it won't help. ]

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[ The difference is pretty profound given his usual penchant for styling his hair and making sure he looks every bit as successful as he wishes he was. Today though his hair hasn't been slicked back and just hangs normally and he hasn't bothered to dress up. He's obviously still in the same t-shirt and pants he went to bed in the night before.

And why yes he does have a headache thank you for asking. He's also going to sniffle and cough lightly around a yawn. ]

It's got water in it, it's f-fine.

[ She huffs a laugh — because that's such a silly thing to say, isn't it? Very much Rhys at his most whiny. Lowering the paper, she looks up at the back of his bedhead and resists the urge to say it suits him. ]

I don't think that's how it works.

[ but she sounds more amused than chiding. ]

It's totally how it works.

[ He'll worry about staying hydrated after he wakes himself up okay Jyn he needs morning...afternoon coffee to live. Like really needs it, even the way he moves is more sluggish than usual, and he can't stop yawning. ]

D'you think this place has actual doctors, or would it be like...apothecaries and potions sh-shops?

[ She props her elbows on the table. ]

There are actual doctors among the refugees. Mercy — [ she hesitates, wincing. ] — disappeared, but Dr. Watson is still here.

[ The local medicine is even less trustworthy than their fellow refugees, in her opinion. ]

[ That actually catches Rhys's attention and has him looking over in surprise, suddenly much more alert than he looked previously. ]

--Angela's gone?

[ Angela. Not Mercy :'> ]

[ Jyn holds his gaze. Her mouth twists into a sharp frown. ]

Yes. [ Mercy didn't answer her phone, even though she'd promised Jyn lunch. ] She might be back in stasis.

[ no time to check just yet. ]

Oh man... Oh boy.

[ Rhys runs a hand through his hair, deflating as he leans back against the counter a little. He was supposed to go with Anemone to see her, be supportive he supposes? Anemone isn't a big fan of doctors but apparently needs to get some sort of check-up, and now he's wondering if maybe this is why she hasn't called him to go with her yet--she didn't want to tell him? Or didn't want to deal with it. ]

I've gotta call Anemone.

[ Mercy was kind and good, deserving of life on the planet, not sleep in the pods. If Jyn were less accustomed to loss, she would express deeper sadness over the disappearance. For now, Jyn places Mercy with all the others who've left her, behind the heavy metal hatch in her mind, where she always locked away the things she was done with but couldn’t altogether forget.

She arches her brows. ]

Someone close to Mercy?

I don't actually know if they were close enough. Anemone's this kid, right? Crazy-strong even though she's just this tiny thing. I don't know what the entire deal is there but I offered to go with her to a check-up with Angela. Some medical business because of something in her world, she didn't really tell me the details and I get the feeling she doesn't really want me to talk about it.

[ Rhys sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, less in frustration and more in fatigue. ]

I don't know if it's good news or bad news for her. Angela was...good though. I think she could've helped. Way more than me at any rate.

[ Oh. Rhys looking out for a kid, huh. Jyn thinks of the little girl whose Tooka cat she rescued from stormtrooopers, the daughter she saved on the ground in Jedha (only for her to assuredly die in the blast from the Death Star), and the children she left behind on the transport from Five Points, free of their captors but hurtling through space without a trained pilot.

After a long moment, she continues, serious in a different way than her usual aloof demeanor. ]

Dr. Watson's reputable. I know it won't be the same, but — if she needs it, you can still help her.

Doctor...Watson?

[ Rhys takes a mental note. ]

I'll have to check with her before I go and ask but...yeah, that might be a good idea. I'm not really sure what sort of...uh...reason it was that she was going to see Angela.

[ It could have been a girl thing, Jyn.

Although if that were the case Rhys can't imagine why she'd want him there instead of someone else. ]

[ She thinks of Saw sourcing an old ally just so he didn't have to be the one to discuss girl things with her and rolls her eyes. ]

Mm. [ Just a hum of acknowledgment. Her tone remains casual.] He may know someone else, if her needs aren't his area of expertise.

[ a beat. ]

Don't push yourself until you're well again, though.

[ not that she's worried!! ]

[ Oh totally she definitely isn't thinking of his well being with that comment and Rhys definitely didn't totally notice. Or look pleased by it as he gives her that Look he does when he wants to say you care about meeeeeee I know you do Jyn. ]

I know, I know. I've been resting just like you keep reminding me. You do that a lot for someone who claims not to worry. Almost like a mother hen.

[ She knows that look too well. Her attention flickers back to the paper just as he starts to tease her. If she'd been drinking her coffee, she would have sputtered over the term mother hen. Luckily enough, she remains composed. ]

Do I? [ dryly — ] I don't know what a hen is.

[ jokes!! she's just playing the space weirdo card to dodge this topic :') ]

Oh come on. You're kidding, of course you know what a hen is. We are literally eating one for dinner right now.

[ Rhys wiggles a fork at her with, lo and behold, a piece of cooked chicken stuck to the end of it. But see? Look at him, being sport enough to let her try and wiggle out of admitting she likes him. ]

If you're going to bluff at least pick something that isn't in the same room. Kiiind of gives the whole thing away.

[ a teeny tiny smile. ]

If it's so obvious, why do you look so smug?

[ he's hardly being clever, then. ]

[ But he feels clever and that's all that matters. ]

Well unlike some people I don't feel a need to hide when I genuinely care about someone's well-being. I'm not shy about it.

[ And Rhys goes on to puff up all proud of himself, like admitting he has feelings is some huge accomplishment ~~it is though considering how things were back home at Hyperion~~ ]

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And you notice things about me because you care for my well-being. Right.

[ She returns her attention back to her paper, though the smile remains. ]

I guess we're even.

[ in the feelings scorecard... ]

[ AWWW JYN......that's so roundabout?? But still progress and Rhys actually looks briefly surprised. Then the looks melts into gratitude and that dopey expression he gets whenever he's sentimental. ]

...Guess so.

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[Abelas had mostly been avoiding going out in the peak hours of day. He was pale, the sun was bright, one did not need to drink from a fount of knowledge to know how that would end up. He had initially be unaware Rhy was home until he stumbled out of his bedroom looking like a blushing corpse.

Abelas had been going about writing or reading per usual, however seeing the curious state of his housemate lead him to staring. The only thing he could think was that Rhys had been distraught and crying over something the entire day. The man could be melodramatic, so it was not beyond the realm of possibility, even if not all the pieces added up.

If Rhys had been so upset over something he expected the other to seek an audience, not shut himself away.]

Has something happened?

[ Distraught and crying. That comes before feeling under the weather in his mind?? Rhys would be so offended if he knew oh my god. Fortunately for Abelas Rhys just looks tired and confused when he glances over and sniffles, bringing the back of one hand up to wipe at it.

He's classy like that. ]

Huh.....?

[He was quiet for a moment, in a rare instance he thought better of giving his direct opinion. Since something told him that "It looks like something is wrong with your face" wouldn't get the best response.]

You appear... upset.

[ Quite possibly not, yes. The tact is appreciated and although he's confused at first, Rhys brings his hand down after a moment and muffles a cough. ]

...? I feel pretty awful, yeah. This cold is killing me.

...Cold?

[He gives the human a very puzzled and somewhat concerned look. Either something was getting horribly lost in translation, or something was very wrong.]

It has not been cold, Rhys.

What?? No, that-- [ Rhys frowns, sitting up a little straighter on the couch. ] I'm sick, dude. As in I have a cold? Cough, fever, that sort of thing...?

[ Abelas surely knows what a cold is ]

[His eyes went wide in alarm, perhaps more alarm than one should have over a simple cold. He even makes a very strained effort to sound sympathetic. He knew what illness was, he had not seen it, but he knew it wiped out a swath of his people upon exposure.

So clearly it's lethal.]

I am... sorry. Is there nothing that can be done to cure it?

[ Oh my god ABELAS NO....no honey...

Rhys of course doesn't get the sudden sombre demeanour he takes on, but he shrugs slowly and rubs at one eye around a huffy cough. He's too tired to make a proper deep one, and ultimately it tickles his lungs more than it helps clear them. ]

Soup? Bed rest? I should probably have some oranges or tomatoes or something--for the vitamin C and all that.

[He cocked his head back at that... "cure". That made no sense at all. If it were indeed that simple surely his people would have figured it out. Of course if this was how humans treated their ailments it was no wonder they were so far behind the Elvhen.]

For all of your "advanced society" your people could not come up with a better cure than boiled root vegetables and a nap?

Trust me dude...if I had a health hypo I'd take it okay?

[ Rhys grumbles and pinches the bridge of his nose, leering through his fatigue. ]

Colds aren't really a big deal. People get them all the time and you just gotta wait them out.

[He just continues to look confused, because that went against what he knew of illness. Not that he had ever actually... seen someone with an illness before.]

My understanding was that illness was fatal.

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Some of them sure but not all of them! This is just a cold. Everyone gets them, it's like...normal. It sucks for a few days but then you get over it and you feel okay again.

[ Little does Rhys know, however... :'|

He runs a hand through his head, exhaling. ]

I'm going to be fine. Really.

[Sounds fake but okay.]

Not everyone gets them, shemlen.

[Back to shemlen now that this one isn't dying, and he doesn't have to be nice. At least he used Rhys' name a grand total of once now. Consider it a compliment.]

If you say. I will defer to your judgement on the matter [MISTAKE.] since you would have more experience than I.

My name is Rhys. You can use it you know.

[ No he's still going to be petty about this!! He doesn't go around calling Abelas "elf" okay, he's got the humanitarian high ground here so far is that what you want Abelas? For Rhys to be better at something than you? ]

But yes, I do have a lot experience. [ HE SNIFFS. ] I've had tons of colds before.

[He dismissively waved off the bit about Rhys' name. He already said it once, that was enough. He's not human, humanitarianism does not apply to him. He considers himself very generous and understanding since he actually does consider most mortals as "people", unlike the majority of the Elvhen back in his day.

Therefore he is exempt from being nice to them.]

How is it your kind can survive such things many times, yet when my people were afflicted death was almost certain?

[And he is actually asking the question seriously, since Rhys is claiming to have the experience. There was something to be said that he considered the other competent enough to answer.]

I...don't know?

[ Rhys rubs the back of his neck awkwardly because...yeah, that's a pretty heavy topic. He doesn't want to say "humans are better" or anything like that because he's pretty sure that has nothing to do with it. Rhys puts his foot into his own mouth enough already. ]

I guess we're just used to it. We get sick a lot and if we get better we get antibodies and those help us fight off other infections and stuff...? Does that make sense?

[ a pause ]

Do you guys know about that sort of stuff? Bacteria and viruses and vaccines?

[Well now it's Abelas' turn to be the "Rhys" of the conversation, and asking questions the other would likely find rather obvious.]

Antibodies?

[The question alone was probably an answer in and of itself, but he continued anyway.]

Why would we? It was never something we had seen until the advent of humans, and it was far easier to simply avoid them than make sense of all their illnesses and plagues.

[ It makes feel both really smart and knowledgeable...a really surprised? Behind the assholeish smugness and all that. It's really hard fro him to fathom what it must be like for this sort of thing not to be basic everyday knowledge.

He won't lord it over Abelas's head or anything like that, but he'll definitely sound just a little bit incredulous that he somehow isn't aware of all this. ]

It's...yikes, okay. Let's just start with the fact that the stuff that makes you sick are these really tiny organisms that attack your body. Those are viruses and bacteria. When your body fights them off it makes stuff called antibodies which basically make it so that you can never catch that kind of illness again.

Humans have a lot of those, because we get sick a lot. We're sort of used to it? But we also have a ton of different medicines to treat that sort of thing too, and vaccines. Those are basically synthetic antibodies made in a lab so that you don't have to get sick to never catch it again.

[The tone did not bother him, Abelas was not one to dish out something he could not handle himself. To him, information was information regardless of delivery. Still, he found himself only loosely grasping the concept Rhys was describing. It did invite quite a number of interesting questions at least.]

Curious. Such would imply that the Elvhen had a superior defense against such ailments if we had not seen such things in recorded memory, however our vulnerability to them would prove otherwise.

[Of course there was no longer any real way to gauge such things, the empire and its people had long passed. Even if it had not, it was hardly his place to start making inquiries about medical matters.]

It matters little now.

Well it could also be that you just didn't have any diseases or anything near you. Or they brought ones that you guys weren't used to. But...yeah.

[ Rhys shrugs in surrender. ]

It probably doesn't matter so much...now. Sorry?

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