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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. ]

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[ if you want to plan out something specific, or throw something at me, feel free to! my plotting comment is over here and my plurk is enoshima if you want to contact me directly c: ]

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Rainwoman? ( he's texted with Juvia enough (with mildly embarrassing results, clearly!!!) to remember it without much trouble. it is simple and to the point, much like his, and she's right; the simplicity and the fact she'd been granted a moniker by the people she helped seems to help him relax a little more. truth be told, he likes Spider-Man. he wouldn't have picked it for himself, but the fact New York City had been proud enough to give him a name when he didn't provide one made him feel like the work he tried to do meant something.

so when it comes to a new name, he shakes his head. ) I like it. It's simple, but I like it. ( he probably likes it more knowing that it had been given to him. in attempts to escape his own shame, Peter hazards a distraction in the form of a smile and a joke (of course, at his own expense). ) It could be way worse. Bug Boy. Spider Menace. Just to name a few.

( truth be told, he doesn't mind bug boy... though that had more been for the sake of who used to say it. ) What about you? Would you pick another if you could?

[ She got hers when she was still a registered Villain™, so it wasn't so much helping people as intimidating them. Although those days are well behind her, names like that always tend to stick no matter where you go. But she's grown so used to it, the name becoming secondhand. Enough to use it for little things like that, like the username he (thankfully) remembers, which she confirms with a nod.

Not all too surprised with his answer, she hums. It's always nice, wondering about what could be. Although in this case she's definitely glad the public took some pity on him and didn't grace him with Bug Boy or Spider Menace. ] Spider-Man sounds better. [ Especially since she isn't sure if she'd be able to keep her big mouth shut if his name was Bug Boy. ]

..If I could? Juvia isn't sure, truthfully. [ She takes some time to focus on the ground, on a rather interesting spot, as she speaks. While there's plenty of mixed feelings about it, it's still undeniably her. ] ..I wouldn't know what to pick. It was easier accepting what people called me, since the name 'Juvia' isn't very powerful.

Yeah, no kidding. ( the city of new york was way fonder of him than his boss was, it turns out. Peter has told Juvia a little bit about that, actually; now she's totally able to call him out for taking pictures of himself for a man that hated him. that should be fun for her, if she ever decides to be brutal enough to do it. (do it, Juvia. he deserves it.)

Juvia isn't powerful? he shakes his head at that one, not looking her in the eye as he puts ice in glasses and pours the tea that may or may not be strong enough to make drinks with yet. the proof will be in the drinking, right? )

I like it. It doesn't have to be about power, you know? It's just... you. ( he gives her a glass, finally looking her in the eye and forcing himself to remember that he made this drink because the poor girl is sweating away with a fever. ) Once you finish this, you need to get some rest. Deal?

[ juvia lives to be petty but she only uses her gossip for good... with great blackmail comes great responsibility ]

You make a good point, even if Juvia is very soft. [ Not that that's.. bad. But if you're trying to make a name for yourself in the Magical World of Mages, you can't just be all squishy pudge. Which she is, with having to adapt to this new lifestyle. ]

Right. [ There's a nod of her head as she grabs the glass with one hand, with the other reaching into a drawer to fetch a straw. ] You can count on it. Once this is finished, you'll have had all the rest you need, and I will begin mine. [ Most people would find the large amount of eye contact Juvia uses off-putting, but she's only doing it to reinforce the fact he won't have to worry (a lot). ]

You can lay on the couch. It has plenty cushions to be comfortable.

It's cute! ( that's so not disproving her point, Peter, did you even try... he supposes he gets it, though. even if he was brave enough to not hedge on a secret identity, Peter Parker doesn't exactly sound like a name you'd be intimidated by. Spider-Man was bizarre, sure, yet it also was a little more impressive and mysterious than his name proper.

Peter will happily put back his tea without a straw, and is in fact already drinking his. if he'd made it too strong, then the ice is turning it into something nearly palatable. definitely unsweetened, though, and since he's like 12 he wishes he had thought to add sugar. oh well, you live and you learn, and tbh he's probably never making iced tea again, so he really didn't learn anything. story of his life.

he blinks at her as he puts it together, the ... well, it isn't an invitation. it's sort of a command. ) You want me to sleep on your couch? ( he thought the deal was relax long enough to see her settled. Peter hadn't realized he'd agreed to crashing on her couch, especially not during the middle of the day. ) I... that's... I can probably keep going another few hours, Juvia, you don't have to do that.

[ uh, she's going to pretend she isn't embarrassed by him saying (by proxy) that Juvia is cute. Her grip on the glass, however, turns iron. It even cracks a little with the sheer force she uses. It's the only way to curb the instinctive shout she'd give at registering something so endearing like that. It takes thirty seconds of solid willpower to remain quiet as he speaks, sweating because she's Born ready to jump to conclusions.

Thankfully, he's doing her a solid by keeping her grounded. She's not here to entertain her delusions, not when Peter has been acting strange even before his identity reveal. ] How will Juvia know you'll just fall asleep in a few hours? [ Her point being: she won't. The deal definitely was to relax long enough to make sure she's comfy, then leave. But she's decided for him that a nap is best.

It helps that she feels infinitely more comfortable changing her terms when she's in her own house, even if she's sweating a storm and running a fever. Juvia takes a second to stare at him, taking a sip from the mediocre (but created with love, she imagines) tea he's made, before speaking. ] Is it a bed you prefer? Rin's might be big enough for you.

( Juvia is adorable... even Peter can admit this, though perhaps to her face is a bit more than he could manage without getting slightly sheepish. luckily for both of them, and for the sake of the players involved, we don't have experience exactly how awkward that would be.

how would she know? Peter pauses to consider, though she's right and he's at a loss. he could text her when he's headed to bed, but a few lines of text aren't quite the same as knowing. she'd just have to trust him... and the trust would probably be badly placed, when he feels like he needs to keep working and keep moving or he just isn't doing enough.

actually lingering will keep him honest in a way that nothing else will. and Juvia clearly already has his number if she knows that about him already. he bites his lip, glancing at a couch that definitely seems too small for his gangly frame and trying to come up for a good excuse to not take her up on a nap. he can't think of one. ) Oh. No. The... the couch... is fine. ( even if he had thought of an excuse, agreeing to the couch over the bed would have canceled it out to begin with. she's caught him, fair and square. ) I'll lie down for a few hours, but only if you get some rest, too.

[ 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.

( 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. )

[ 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. ]

( 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. )

Edited (wraps ??? ) 2017-12-12 07:58 (UTC)

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