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[lacuscular]

Who: Juvia Lockser (lacuscular) & various
What: catch-all log for October!!
When: all month!
Where: around Olympia/her home, etc
Warning(s): none save for being sick!


volunteering

[ Despite being involved in the brunt of whatever detonated in the market district, Juvia still takes it upon herself to help those immediately around her. Even though her desire to find out who is directly responsible for this is strong, her need to be useful overpowers it.

While still semi functional, with no dire signs of sickness, she chooses to assist in disposal of anything contaminated. For the hour she is Alive catch her roaming around, offering to pick up slack for anyone slowing down or needing an extra hand. ]

sick leave

[ ―but it isn't long into helping with the recovery efforts that the symptoms hit her. It starts when her already clammy hands are suddenly, to be frank, clammier. Skin is paler than usual, and mouth suddenly dry. The crate of food she holds slips from her fingers and lands harshly on the floor. She thinks it's because she's not paying attention, which, is true. Juvia is still thinking about the confusion and fear that hit her during the attack.

But it's when she has to step aside because she simply can't pick up the crates anymore does she realize something is wrong. In a panic, she separates herself from the collection of people in the market district, taking off her hat only to place her hand up against her forehead. ]

Juvia.. Juvia can't tell the difference.

[ She mumbles, stopping once she's far enough by herself to check her own temperature. ]

wildcard

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Comments

[lacuscular]

[ juvia would probably let something like that slip, on accident, and make things increasingly more awkward, on accident. there'd be immense regret, a lot of sweating, and two people being socially awkward and just embarrassing. but Thankfully, that isn't the case this time.

Especially since she's far too focused to even consider her actions to be cute, only wanting to make sure he's slept at least a little before jumping into something else. ] That's fine. [ There's a nod, fully knowing she's got him Right Where She Wants Him. She leaves her drink momentarily on the counter, already moving towards the hallway. There's some rustling on her end, a door opening, and a few minutes later she returns with blankets.

They stack high in her arms, various shades of purple and pink with lace embroideries thrown together, clearly a set she had bought rather than her roommate. She drops them on the couch nearest to him, spreading them out so he can easily tuck himself in like it were a bed. ] I will remain in her room.. [ She finally backs away from her work, around the coffee table and over to retrieve her forgotten tea. ] ..so don't leave. Juvia will know if you do.

[webdesigned]

( what foreshadowing its definitely going to happen now rip both of us

she does, she caught him hook line and sinker and there's no escaping now. or, actually, he could, especially when Juvia disappears in her room more than long enough for him to disappear. he doesn't, though, because doesn't want to upset her by leaving (a big change from the paralyzing need to flee from before) and again, a sense he doesn't want to leave anyway.

it's more comfort than he needs to pass out on her couch, to be honest. despite the fact he won't actually fit on it, when he actually lays down long enough to realize he's exhausted he will be out like a light. it's very like Juvia to want to make him feel at home anyway, though, and he's touched enough by her splay of pink and purple not to argue. )

You'd better not, because it means you won't be asleep. ( if she's putting him to bed, goddamnit, he's doing the same in return. he accepts about half of the offered blankets and pillows because he doesn't trust that she wouldn't give them all to him and leave nothing for herself. and also honestly not all of it is going to fit on the couch. especially if he's going to be on it, too. ) I'll say goodbye before I go, I promise. Now stop worrying about me and get to bed before you need to be carried there. ( he doesn't quite realize how suggestive that sounds, shockingly, he genuinely means that she's sick enough that she could just fall over. BECAUSE SHE IS. )

[lacuscular]

[ rip us it was chill while it lasted

She, truthfully, doesn't even consider the chance of him leaving as she trots off to get his blankets. Juvia has far too much faith in his word to believe that that'd happen. Which is why she is all sorts of content when she hears him give in, that verbal confirmation, as she sips at the drink he made her.

Ah, but, while he may not catch on it. Juvia definitely does. It physically burns her, how quickly her head goes in the gutter as soon as he says that. If her sweating was obnoxious before, it's absolutely hideous now. She quickly wipes at her forehead, face flushing a bright shade of red. There's a couple seconds of pure silence before she speaks, finally gathering the nerve to say something normal. ] Ju.. [ UH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ] Juvia must go! Immediately.

Goodbye.

[ She quickly walks back into the hallway to then lock herself in her room, with the drink in her hand spilling everywhere from the pure urgency of her stride. While she definitely doesn't stay to bother tucking Peter in, she sure does stop with her worrying about his health. ]

i think your tag actually made me cry ... they are the worst

[webdesigned]

( he's lucky that he missed the worst of it, putting the nest of blankets and pillows she's foisted off on him onto the couch (loveseat. let's call a spade a spade. it's not a couch, it's too damn small). when he turns around Juvia looks extremely red, and Peter does not assume it has anything to do with the questionable thing he just said,
and is instead worried that her fever is getting worse.

he is starting to come closer to try and check her temperature when Juvia announces her needs to leave, suddenly, and then bolts to her room and even locks the door, leaving a trail of steam in her wake. it's the steam that clues him into what he said, and luckily she's not there to see him scrub hands over his face with a slight groan in the agony of his own shame.

Peter flops down on her couch to contemplate the level of disaster of the comment, and perhaps if he had more energy he'd have decided to go tell Juvia he didn't mean it, or apologize, or something equally stupid. as it is, he ends up falling asleep despite himself, which is truly the best thing for both of them. and true to his promise, when he wakes he does check in on Juvia before he goes on his way...

luckily, this time without mentioning he'd carry her to bed if she wasn't careful. )