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Who: Alisaie Leveilleur (

adelphoi) & you nerds
What: October general shenans
When: All month
Where: Everywhere potentially but probably just at her house mostly
Warning(s): Sick.. stuff?? idk probably nothing but will update if necessary.

PART 1;

a; aftermath

[ alisaie is not present in the marketplace when the attack occurs, but the resounding boom cannot be missed, even from her home flat. it's a hectic hour or so while she rushes to figure out what has happened, and when riza returns home sick she feels a heavy misgiving sink deep into her stomach. disease is not an enemy she can fight with her rapier, it's something insidious, something sneaky and unpredictable - gods help them find a remedy soon.

immediately, she's dashing right to work. with riza ill they'll need supplies - healthy foods, spare blankets, medicinal herbs, ice, a great deal of ice. once she's set with her list she's off to the institute and markets to gather what useful things she can, stuffing them into a canvas shoulder bag, but you can certainly bet that she'll stop to assist in any way she can, whether it's righting an overturned cart or leading those who were injured in the panic to the sanctuary.

of course, it's not long before she's feeling rather warm and dizzy herself and, of course, chalking it up to the rush and mayhem. maybe she'll just.. sit down a moment. ]

b; sickbed;

[ alisaie is an awful patient.

keeping her in bed is no easy task, and there's an itch under her skin that urges her to move, to work - there's so much she could be doing, ways she could be helping. this disease is a godsdamned prison.

she's responsible enough to at least not mingle with the public, lest she spread this horrible mystery illness further, but she cannot remain strictly indoors in bed for so long, not without losing her mind. so when she can, when the weather is tepid, alisaie sits on the second floor deck of her flat, wrapped up in a blanket, usually with a book (or stack of books), enjoying the fresh air on her too-hot face. ]

c; reaching out

[ what else can you do when you're more or less bedbound? catch up on the internet, of course. mostly, alisaie keeps an eye on the network for any updates, and takes the time to reach out to those she knows, to doublecheck that they're safe. if you've met her even once or twice, chances are she will toss a line out and test the waters. incoming message from RedMage: ]

This is Alisaie; how are you faring?

PART 2;

a; wandering

[ it's late evening the first time she sees him.

though first she hears him, the familiar voice of her grandfather calling her out of her dreams, warm and welcoming. she wakes in her bed, slick with fever sweat and surrounded by silence - mayhaps she had misheard it? it must have been a dream, her head is spinning. but then it comes again, distinct and clear; it has been years since she last heard his voice but it is not a sound that she would ever forget. ]

Grandfather..?

[ dizzy and disoriented, she climbs out of bed and stumbles toward the open window, squinting into the slanting light of sunset just in time to see the shape of him, louisoix leveilleur's all too familiar form disappearing around the corner. immediately her heart kicks up into her throat and alisaie gasps and turns, stumbling back through her bedroom and out of the house, down the stairs and onto the street barefoot, in her nightdress, to follow a ghost. ]

No, please wait.. don't leave me again..

[ how long she wanders in this delirium she cannot say, but her feet are sore and scratched and muddy, her hair down and wild from sleep and the tugging winds. she may run right into you, or trip over a flagstone, but short of forceful intervention nothing will keep her from her goal. ]

b; friendly fire

[ for those of you unlucky enough to visit her (or stop by her home for some other purpose) while the symptoms continue to worsen, you will find that her delirium has not abated. between bouts of lucidity and sleep she tries still to wander, to follow the voices and phantoms of her family and friends to whatever oblivion they might call her to, but it is not only friends she sees. sometimes it is enemies or horrible, twisted monsters. it's hardly a problem if she wanders outside, weaponless, but any creak of sound within her home would easily alert her.

blinking blearily, alisaie tumbles out of bed at the noise, her heart thudding and her mind cloudy, and she does not think twice before taking up her rapier and focus which lie across a chair in her room and stumbling into the dimly lit common area. her voice is rough from coughing. ]

Who.. who goes there?

[ catchall for october! alisaie will spent much of it being sick, apparently, so feel free to crash her place and visit.. make sure she stays in bed. get her texts or send her one, or meet up in the market!! if none of these prompts work for you i'm more than happy to work something out and write up a starter. ♥ plotting comment is here, or i can be reached on plurk for planning. i'm game! ]

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[ since the moment they settled in to olympia alisaie has felt, in her gut, that this idyllic balloon would burst, that it was only the calm before the storm that they faced and soon enough the other shoe would drop.

mayhaps it's simple remnants of her lifestyle, but on hydaelyn peace was ever fleeting. sharlayan might have been an isolated state, but she was taught of battle and the world outside, of the war-torn continents of their world, of the calamities that came again and again to disrupt what peace and construction they could find. and of course, since the tender age of eleven she had begun to witness it firsthand. the fall of dalamud that took her grandsire from her, the coils of bahamut after that, resisting the empire's grasp, the dragonsong war, the ascians - hydaelyn's troubles seemed never to end, and no sooner would they find a moment to cool their heels than some new threat would be upon them.

so she's ready for it when at last it hits - or as ready as one can be for something so violently surprising. at the very least she is not shocked, but the sickness that spreads soon after is.. concerning. riza had come home ill, and while it has seemed thus far more or less innocent, the very fact that it was brought on by a biological attack is telling, and she does not trust these symptoms.

of course she's quick to help, to assist riza in what ways she can, but it's not long before she finds herself dizzy in the markets, and thanks to x'rhun's quick intervention here she is, miserable on house arrest, following the network closely every moment that she can. prompto seems to have escaped it more or less unscathed, which eases her heart, and of course he's got his hands full with the guard, but she's still reassured once she hears that knock on the door.

she's in her nightdress when she answers the door, skin flushed and eyelids heavy, her hair down and wild from sleeping but she still looks intensely relieved to see him. ]

Thank the Twelve, you're all right.

[ at first, she blames the sun. it's high in the sky, and while autumn might be upon them it still feels rather like summer, warm and balmy most days. so when she begins to feel warm she can only assume it's from the afternoon heat, mayhaps combined with the terrifying excitement of the day's events - or at least, that is what she tells herself. she's far too stubborn to be sick.

but she's been close with riza, helping her from the moment she arrived home looking ill and ready to drop, so if this sudden insidious plague is contagious..

she's not going to think about that. alisaie had gone to the institute to retrieve what balms and medicines she thought might be helpful and then through the markets for herbs and extra ice, a few spare hand towels - things that might be of use. but gods, it's warm today.. near the end of her trip it's almost overwhelming, and she stops beneath a shady awning to lean back against a nice cool brick facade, tugging at her high collar and resting her aching head back against the wall.

just.. just a moment's rest. ]

[ It's not been his best day.

Which, of course, is an extraordinary understatement. The house was uncharacteristically quiet when he'd woken that morning, and it should've been the first sign of trouble. But he had no reason to suspect anything was wrong, despite the growing sense of dread blossoming in his stomach. The other boys had probably just - woken earlier, and gone their own ways early in the morning. It's not the first time this has happened, and he'll reach out to them later. He's running late for work, anyway.

Maybe it's only the lens he saw through looking back, but it seemed like there was something in the air that morning. Something unwelcome and stale, and it's not long before that foreboding shadow lingering in his thoughts manifests itself into something real and horrible.

A bomb, not one of fire and shrapnel, but a biohazard, and once again, he'd failed to stop it. It's extremely fortunate that they talked when they did, that Alisaie had told him so plainly that he couldn't hope to stop every attack in the market district by himself. But this coming so soon after Victarion's iron-fisted justice is such a slap to the face that it's numbing. It has him reeling, but he gets caught up in the motions, because the guard is called into action and he has to do what he can to catch the people responsible for this. He has to...he has to make this right.

It's when he's texting Noctis, Ignis and Gadio to make sure they're alright, only to have their messages bounce, that he really starts to unravel.

Not that he lets it show - oh, no. He's committed to his work, and thank the Six he has that to throw himself into. To numb himself by working, investigating, trading quips and picking up others who were down. By all appearances, he'd seem fine to most. A little rattled, sure, but weren't they all?

But there are moments - pauses that take too long, lost in thought, gaze distant like he's staring into the jaws of some unfathomable beast, ready to swallow him up - that tell a different story. It only builds as they day passes, and eventually, he breaks away from the market, to make a stop that he absolutely needs to make. It wasn't even a question of whether or not he'd go to her now, and it's a good thing, too - there's so very little he feels certain about right now.

Once again, he'll ask too much, but...he needs to be with her for awhile.

So when she opens the door, dressed down and flushed, he's so overcome with relief just to see her that he doesn't fully consider these other facts yet. ]

Alisaie! [ He steps over the threshold, and for that single moment, he wears a genuine smile as he moves to embrace her. ] I'm so glad you're okay -

[ But his voice trails a bit on that last word. Why does she look like she's...

Sick? ]

[ for all she's beginning to feel like death warmed over a smile still blossoms over her face at the sight of him; it takes a great deal of self control to keep from tugging his face down and kissing the breath from him. instead she settles for closing her hands over his and squeezing hard. she'd done her best not to fuss all over him endlessly, not to text him constantly throughout the day or charge out the door to find him just to see him, but -

- but she'd refrained, of course, so as not to smother him, but also because she's sure he has his hands full; no doubt the royal guard were among the first response, and knowing prompto as she does he must have been working tirelessly. she trusts him to come to her the moment he has the chance, trusts that he will take the time to check in whenever he can.

none of that is as good as seeing him, though, and he seems healthy, if exhausted, which loosens the knot around her heart a bit. ]

I'm fine, you look terrible.

[ blistering honesty, indeed.. ]

...I've had worse.

[ But not much worse, which is saying something. Her assessment is very fair, though - despite it only being day one of this whole fiasco, he looks remarkably tired, like he hasn't slept for days, and yet like the sort of person who doesn't look like he'll be sleeping anytime soon.

He weaves their fingers together, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment, the impossible weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders. At least...at least she's still here. He doesn't even want to think about how he might've reacted if she were gone, too.

He's too grateful for her very presence and companionship in that moment to focus on much else, so he leans in to do what she hasn't yet, to kiss her. ]

[ she doesn't want to tell him, doesn't want to worry him even though she knows she must, it's not something that she could hide for any length of time. how could she, with the amount of time they spend with one another? not only that, but it wouldn't be fair to keep it from him, either, but.. he looks so weary, it breaks her heart to heap anything else onto him.

but he's leaning in to kiss her, and that's the end of that - she can't allow it, can't allow him to catch this.. whatever it is. immediately her hand shoots up, fingers pressed gently to his lips, while she ducks back a little. ]

Don't -

[ she feels guilty all but immediately, he certainly looks as if he could use the comfort, but alas. alisaie exhales in a heavy sigh; best to simply tear off the bandage. ]

I'm not.. feeling well.

[ If asked how her week would go Leanne would initially answer with "as always"; the days became easy to predict considering everything became relatively peaceful, so of course the last thing she was expecting was to be suddenly labeled a fugitive. Especially for what was once a job that gave off the appearance of being helpful towards Olympia—she had no part of this sudden attack, and given what little information she learned from since she had woken up from stasis she had a number of reasons to not turn herself in.

There's evident sympathy in her face and it pains her to hear that Riza and several others had suffered from the blast. An event that has no somehow connected itself to her, and of course she feels that it's necessary for an explanation. Something. At least before she turns all her attention on what to do next, fully aware that her presence within their apartment could lead to more unpredictable messes. ]

Alisaie. [ Without hesitation, after the other girl has finished tending to Riza for (probably) the umpteenth time today, she approaches. ] I need to talk to you real quick.

[ His eyes spring back open when she halts his lips with her fingers, nonplussed, and he can't help it - a sorrowful shape crinkles the corner of his eyes, like a dog that's been told to sleep on the floor. It's not directed at her - of course it isn't - especially when she explains a moment later. He'd allowed himself that selfish moment, to actually feel sorry for himself because he couldn't find solace in her kiss, and he chastises himself for it all too quickly. How could he possibly give himself a second thought when she's sick?

Shit.

Instantly, he frets, hands smoothing over her hair, as he assesses her, takes in the state of her anew. No, no, not her. There's too much they don't understand about this illness, and the fear that she might have what had been unleashed upon the city that day is nothing short of gaping. ]

It's not - you weren't - there, were you?

[ Gods, please tell him she wasn't there when the bomb went off. Please. Tell him this is just a coincidence, a head cold, nothing more. ]

[ a list. a list is what she needs.

alisaie isn't an incredibly fussy person, but she does like to see to it that those important to her are taken care of, so the moment riza wanders in with a mystery illness she is On It, laying out a mental gameplan, preparing. they don't have a great deal on hand when it comes to medicine - alisaie has a handful of potions from home, but they are for injury not illness. she should dash by the institute, get her hands on what she can..

and ice. extra ice is always good, for cool cloths and compresses. she'll need to get some of that, too - ]

- Oh.

[ in her rush out of riza's door she nearly runs headlong right into leanne, who seems to have sought her out. oh please don't be sick too, alisaie is already looking her over with a critical eye. ]

Yes?

[ to say she hasn't been low-key terrified would certainly be a lie - an illness like this, the symptoms of which onset so quickly, caught from a damnable mystery bomb - it may seem like a flu, but she can't help but worry that it's something far more insidious. how could it not be? it was a threat, an act of terrorism, a purposeful attack, and surely no one would bother to go to such lengths simply to give them the flu. not that flus can't be dangerous, of course, but still - no, this smacks of something far worse, promising more.

she's tried not to think about it, swallowed that fear down because letting it creep in won't do her any good - but she feels that facade begin to crumble once prompto's hands are on her face, over her hair. ]

No, I - I wasn't, but..

[ gods, she wants to tell him that it's nothing, that it's a simple cold, she wants to tell herself that as well, but he'd never believe it if she did, and she couldn't lie to his face even if she wanted to. she swallows thickly, her glance straying to riza's closed door. ]

Riza was. She came home sick, and I've been - [ a trembling exhale, and she shakes her head quickly ] - Gods, Prompto, you shouldn't stay. I should not have allowed you through the door to begin with, I'm sorry.

Sorry, are you busy? [ In a split second she shakes her head, sighing. ] That was a stupid thing to ask. Obviously.

[ She feels selfish for even getting between her and Riza when there's so much to be done, but her head feels heavy and seconds away from possibly exploding. From wanting to find out just what had happened to also wanting to ensure a healthy recovery for those affected. ]

I just... need to get a few things off my chest because of the announcement. I'm sure you saw it, right?

[ immediately, alisaie's heart drops into her stomach. she'd seen the announcement, yes, but.. leanne isn't a terribly uncommon name, right? alisaie had chalked it up to simple coincidence, she'd had to. leanne is kind and sweet, there's just no way - no, she'd hardly given it another thought. impossible.

but now, even though leanne hasn't said anything explicitly, tension is written all over her face, and why else would she be bringing up that announcement if not.. ]

I did.

[ alisaie's brow tightens all but immediately, her expression thick with concern. ]

You - surely that woman wasn't talking about you.

[ He can't help it - his reaction is visceral, raw, a strained gasp that lodges against his dry throat. And for a moment, he's paralyzed by that simple confirmation. She's sick. She's caught this illness, whatever it really is, that was dispersed among them as a weapon.

His fingers knot in her hair. He wants to gather her up, carry her to her bed and tend to her stalwartly, because he can't let her get any sicker. She has to get better.

He squeezes his eyes shut. She wants him to go. And he can't blame her. Not really. It's only reasonable, that should he want to make himself actually useful he should honor her wishes and keep himself healthy, not stay here where multiple people were ill. He should...go home.

His empty, bereft home.

...No, he can't tell her now. Not with the way she's already suffering. He'll shoulder this, spare her the hurt he knows she'll share if he tells her because they're his. ]

Y-you're - you're right. I-I don't want to - [ He shakes his head, bone-tired. How could he bear to leave now, with her sick like this? But by the same token, how could he stay, when she's expressly said he shouldn't?

One side of his mouth tugs into such a pathetic smile. ]

What can I bring you?

[ That, at least, is something he can do for her, even if it's - gods - not staying with her. Which is all he wants to do at the moment. ]

[ oh, she hates it. she hates the pained sound that he makes, she hates the way his expression twists up like that - he's so awfully easy to read, his heart is clear on his face and alisaie never wants to be the reason he looks or sounds like that. it's like watching someone torment a puppy, she can hardly stand it.

what she wouldn't give to kiss him, to kiss his hands that are tight in his hair, to pull his face down and kiss his sweet mouth until that pain is chased away, to comfort him how she knows he would best respond to. she knows how much he craves touch, affection, and that she cannot adequately give it to him when he's exhausted and hurting is a fierce disappointment. and gods, he surely must be blaming himself for that bomb as well, were his interactions with victarion any indication..

it's only because she thoroughly washed her hands before answering the door that alisaie feels comfortable lifting them to cradle his face, drawing her thumbs gently over his cheeks. ]

Prompto..

[ she says his name almost like a quiet warning, and for a moment it seems as if she will deny him again. if he were to get sick because of her, because of her carelessness - riza is sick already, and leanne is gone, threatened, afraid, if he were to come down with this too - feast or famine, it seems; everything is falling apart at once.

maybe she's weak. she is weak. she shouldn't relent, but she does, because his pain resonates to her and she doesn't have it in her right now to deny him anything. ]

.. please, just.. be careful. If you want to do something for me, wash your hands.

[ that would bring her more comfort than any coddling might. ]

[ He's all but ready for her to send him away when she doesn't, and his heart steps back from the precipitous plunge it had been about to take into misery. It's fleeting, but his smile cracks across his weary features, disjointed but genuine, as he slowly draws his hands back from her hair, and holds them between them, palms facing outward. ]

You know what a stickler I am for hygiene. [ A little self-deprecation to warm the tension between them, because he hates it - hates that he has to feel anything but content and peaceful around her. But of course, how he's feeling matters little, and he remains wholly focused on what he can do for her.

So, although is terribly hard to step away from even the slight touch she's allowed him, he does so, moving in to the kitchen. She said wash his hands, so he's going to wash his hands, dammit!! ]

[ she's being far too soft. if he comes down with this illness as well she will never forgive herself.

.. but seeing even that fleeting, weak smile soothes her heart a little bit, even if she's inwardly chastising herself. she must needs see to it that he is careful. it's been announced that the disease isn't airborne, so as long as she is on top of keeping him clean and at a distance from any sneezing, things should hopefully be all right.

they'll have to be. heaven help them both if he comes down with this too.

her eyes follow him briefly while he moves to the kitchen, watching to be sure he's scrubbing his hands well, before she at last begins to amble listlessly back toward her bedroom, sweeping a hand across her eyes. even being on her feet this short amount of time has her head spinning. ]

[ Well she certainly hasn't found another person with the same name as herself, and the mention of Giovanni basically cemented the fact that the call-out definitely included her. Her expression follows that thought, biting down her bottom lip as her brows knit together. ]

She was. There's no doubt about it... but— [ She straightens her back, gaze settling back on the girl in front of her. She needs to stand her ground and prove her innocence, or else someone dear to her will have all the right to suspect her as a criminal. ] —if I'm right then it's all linked to a weird job we must have all accepted. But we had nothing to do with what happened today. [ Even if they all... kinda did... rip. ] I promise you I have no idea what's going on.

[ For an instant, X’rhun had dared hope for a reprieve, for a moment or two to come to terms with the loss of his home, his friends still in slumber, and to begin a far more peaceful life than the one he led on Hydaelyn.

But he was never really suited to that kind of life, and the forces at work on this world saw fit to remind him of that. It… hits close to home, the panic and the tension in air in the wake of the attack, and X’rhun has every intention of tracking down those responsible, but first he has more pressing matters at hand. He needs to make sure his friends are safe.

On the top of the list is Alisaie, and in all the commotion he hasn’t even thought to reach out to her on the network- it’s still so foreign a concept to him that it’s not even on his radar. Where does that leave him? Looking.

She’s not at her home, and with her roommate ill, he doesn’t stay overlong. It’s purely by chance that he runs across her when he does. As it is, he nearly misses her in the shade of the awning. ]

Alisaie? [ Just the sight of her is enough to unknot the tangle of worry coiling in his chest. ] Thank the Twelve. Are you all right?

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[ there's no mistaking the muted shock on alisaie's face, nor her quiet but sharp inhale. gods, she can't be serious - ]

But why in the world..

[ a hard exhale, and alisaie shakes her head, gathering her thoughts. more important than the why right now is the what - surely she's a wanted woman now, it's only a matter of time before the authorities come after her, innocent or not. ]

How can I help?

[ for as long as she's been here the network is not yet second nature to her either, and x'rhun has been at the back of her mind since it all began, but with her hands so full she hasn't had the time yet to scour the city for all those she needs to check in with.

so it's a good thing, then, that he has found her first, even if it takes a moment for her to fully respond, through her clouded thoughts. ]

Oh, X'rhun -

[ exhaling in hard relief, alisaie stands a little straighter to greet him. thank the gods he's in one piece. ]

Yes, I'm fine. [ mostly. ] You were not near it, were you?

[ the one and only upside to being bedbound ~~against her will~~ is that she has plenty of time to comb the network. normally, between work, studies and personal obligations she hardly has the time to spare it more than a cursory glance, but save for reading and napping there's little enough for her to do.

granted, napping happens quite a lot. she's utterly exhausted, aching all over, with a resounding headache that won't quit and a fever chill that comes in waves - sleeping is a fine alleviation. still, she feels the need to reach out, to check in with everyone she can think of, and ysayle is on that list, so she'll soon be receiving a message from RedMage ]

Ysayle? This is Alisaie, are you well?

No, thankfully.

[ If only the same could be said of many others.

As he approaches her, the relieved expression on his face falters somewhat. Alisaie looks… run down, perhaps? A bit flush. He wouldn’t put it past her to overwork herself in the midst of all the chaos, and with a sick roommate, well…

He’s worrying again. ]

Are you certain you’re all right?

I'm all right, just a bit tired.

[ look, she's even smiling. sort of. it's weak, but it's there. the telling scratch in her throat and headache blooming behind her eyes only lend credence to what she does not want to consider, that she just might be coming down with this.. this.. disease.

she cannot be sick. she cannot. straightening up, she adjusts her canvas bag and passes a hand over her eyes. ]

Thank the Gods you weren't there. Apologies, I should have reached out to you sooner.

Alisaie.

[ There’s a stern edge in his otherwise gentle tone. There will be time to make apologies about reaching out or not reaching out sooner, but concern has fully reared its head again, and as much as he would like to, he can’t take her at her word when she’s been so close to this strange sickness.

Alisaie has yet to sprout up like a stalk of corn to her full elezen height, so even X’rhun has to couch a little to rest his hands on her shoulders and get a good look at her face. Definitely flushed. His hands come away from her arms just long enough for him to tug off one of his gloves, and he presses his bare hand against her forehead.

What he discovers only makes his frown deeper. ]

You’re burning up.

No, it's -

[ it's what? she's scrambling to find excuses, reasons - ]

It's very warm out, and I've - I've been working..

[ it sounds a weak and worn excuse even to her own ears, and when alisaie glances up toward him again there's a flash of fear behind her eyes. getting sick is one thing, but catching some disease designed to be a weapon is quite another, and she can feel cold, terrifying fingers closing around her heart.

which she's quick to stamp on, with a sharp inhale. ]

I cannot be ill.

[ she can't afford it, there's far too much to be done. ]

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somewhere after the announcement and before alisaie gets sick??

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