October Catch-all

[trickfoot]

Who: Pike Trickfoot (trickfoot) & you!
What: Catch all during the event. A few closed starters, otherwise open to all.
When: The month of October
Where: the Vox Machina house, and in the city proper.
Warning(s): she's going to put all of you in bubbles, so help Sarenrae.



Once Pike had found out about the illness, she kicked it into gear. She used what healing spells she had access to that first day to help out with minor injuries, giving balm and kind words to those who needed it.

Though it was back at home that she seemed to be needed the most.

She's willing to come out to anyone who needs her and heal most injuries, but none of her restorative spells are able to help ward off the effects of the disease, much to her disappointment. She's not used to her spells not working like this.

[Feel free to find Pike around the city, if you need help. She kind of stands out, with her gnomish stature and bright gold plate armor.]

[Vox Machina House]

With the new information that Percy was sick, Pike had pretty much decided that the house was under quarantine. She wasn't sure how the disease spread yet, so it was a blanket order for the entire house to be careful around each other and to try and not get any one else sick.

So much for that, right?

Comments

For Prior

[trickfoot]

Halfway through the month, Pike needs a break. With Percy and Vex both sick, keeping the two most stubborn people on bed rest has been a task. Before she blows up at all of them, she decides for herself that she needs to step away from the house for a few hours to calm down and breathe.

Remembering that Prior had mentioned the movies to her, she had made sure to call and ask if he had any free time for some company. With an affirmative response, Pike makes her way over to Prior's house and knocks on the door.

[priorly]

[He has all too much free time for company. This contagion in the city is making his skin itch, and not for fear of catching it himself.

....Though he is afraid of that. Just before the storm in his own world, two friends had been taken by his disease. Both as young as him, down like dominos. Bird TB and the flu. What kind of an end is the flu?

He can't stay indoors like a pariah - he won't - but there's a quickening to his pulse that reminds him you could catch something all the time. And then there's how hard everyone's working to find a cure. The whole city seems to be on it - hunting, mixing, praying. And here he is, biting his lip to hide the flinch as he puts weight on his bad leg after heading out with Pike.]

I have no idea what's playing, I'm afraid. We'll have to take pot luck. Though the way mine's running lately it will be something dimly lit and unintelligible in German. Still, anything must constitute a break from the plague pits?

[trickfoot]

[Anything to get out, at this point. She's left the non-sick home with the sick, with every instance on having them call should her friends take a turn for the worse. She almost feels guilty, taking time out for herself so she doesn't get mad with frustration at her inability to help them.]

Definitely! Though honestly, I'm good with any kind. It's my first one, after all. [A pause.] Does it being dimly lit and in a different language mean it's bad?

[priorly]

[Prior tilts his head, considering whether art films necessarily qualify as an unfortunate experience.]

Bad: often, pornographic: occasionally. If you're lucky, one of those cancels the other out - when I was an impressionable boy of fourteen I practically taught myself french while seeking out the latter.

[He swats a hand in the air, dismissing it.]

They're not the most fun though, and with the way things are I think fun would be a tonic, don't you?

[trickfoot]

Oh. [Pike's nowhere near the saint her friends think her to be half the time, but she didn't think anything remotely pornographic would make its way out for public consumption. Shows how much she knows.]

We definitely need some fun. It's been really dismal around here. We need something definitely lighthearted. Right?

[priorly]

A comedy. Cross your delicate little fingers for that. Something romantic, preferably - two boxes at once.

[When you only have to cross times square at a certain point in the evening to see more flesh than a Turkish Bath, porn is barely a twinge on the shockometer. But Prior's heart remains romantic.]

Unless you have a beau here, and don't require the vicarious living?