Sixth Cream Cake: [Written/Action]

[vor]

[Filtered to Ivan Vorpatril, 65% unhackable because it's early and he's sick.]

Ivan,

Would you please look in on the horse for me? The Imperial Ass seems to be having trouble getting out of bed today, as the Imperial Sniffles have turned into the Imperial Plague. We apologize for Our impending death and your impending resulting frustrations.

Regretfully,

Gregor

P.S. If this letter caused you alarm, please give yourself a refresher course in detecting the Imperial Sarcasm.

[/Filtered]

[Gregor is sick as a dog. Apartments adjacent to his have probably heard violent, deep, chesty coughing for about two weeks now. Ordinarily, he'd have on-site approved physicians checking him out and prescribing whatever antibiotic was necessary, but here, he has to actually go seek out help. So. To the Battle Dome clinic he goes, looking specifically to see Adele LeBlanc when she's in. He will wait for her, if necessary.

Afterwards, he's going to the library, then the bakery for coffee and something sweet. Anyone stopping in can see him sitting inside, devouring a psychology textbook and sipping coffee, the cream cakes reduced to crumbs. They are the only thing he has eaten all day. He is not looking great, occasionally falling into bad coughing fits, for which he ducks outside, but recovering fairly quickly. When he heads home, he goes straight to bed despite his plans to work out. And the fact that it's the middle of the day.]

[Filtered to Phoenix Ikki 79%]

PI--

I suppose we're supposed to be pen pals, whatever that entails. I hope you're adjusting to the village well.

--GB

Comments

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[thedicearecast]

I'll take that to mean they did.

[Sorry Greg. Amelia doesn't drop things easily. She crosses her arms over her chest, then nods toward the door.]

Amelia. Which table is yours?

[action]

[vor]

[Clearing his throat, he beckons her inside and begins to walk her to his table.]

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[thedicearecast]

[Amelia follows him in, and over to his table. She isn't there for pastry, however, and once they get there she immediately pushes Greg's drink toward him.]

If you went to the doctor, then you'll have medicine. Which you should take, if you haven't already.

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[vor]

I have. [Gregor takes a sip of coffee and sits down.] Like most medicine, it takes time to work.

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[thedicearecast]

All the more reason for you to be wherever you live instead of here.

[She pulls out the chair across from him, dropping down in it.]

So is there any particular reason you're being an idiot, or just general stubbornness?

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[vor]

It's bronchitis. I'm not dying. [Another sip, a nod, and he goes to get two cream cakes. When he returns, he sets one down in front of her.] Is there any reason you're taking it personally?

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[thedicearecast]

[The quip makes her frown, when Greg so easily says he isn't dying. Before she can reply, however, he's off getting her a desert, and she shakes her head when he comes back.]

I'm not actually here for a cream cake. [Although she'll take it back to the house so it doesn't go to waste.]

You're not helping yourself get any better, either.

[She can ignore his questions just as well as he can hers.]

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[vor]

After this, I'm going to go home and get some sleep. Frankly, if I didn't venture outside, I was going to go insane sooner or later.

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[thedicearecast]

[Amelia's quiet for a moment after that; it's hard to put up a front of righteous indignation when she's had those same exact thoughts herself.]

How long have you been sick?

[Action, Clinic]

[vor]

[A light cough into his hand.] Why do you ask?

[thedicearecast]

I'm trying to figure out how stupid you're being.

fff that previous subject line, sorry

[vor]

[A glint appears in his eye.] That is, as always, a secret.

no worries :)

[thedicearecast]

[That answer gets a flat look.]

Not much of a secret when you end up outside a public place hacking up a lung.

[vor]

Wouldn't inside a public place be even worse? Not to mention my intelligence has no bearing on my immune system.

[thedicearecast]

And inside your own house would be better. It's not about your immune system; it's about taking care of yourself. You're not, and if you don't have a good reason, you're being very stupid.

[There's a certain brand of logic there. Honest.]

Last winter I got sick. I was stuck inside for too long, and I got that same feeling like I was going nuts. So if you've been sick and inside for awhile, then that's one thing. If it's only been a couple of days, then you don't have a good reason, and you're being incredibly dumb.

[vor]

You're not taking into account any number of phobias that might be acquired before sickness. Either way, we just met. My level of intelligence shouldn't be that important to you.

[thedicearecast]

It isn't.

[It's just a bad reminder of things that are.]

[vor]

Then why do you ask? [He seems...almost concerned. Mild, regardless.]

[thedicearecast]

You've got a bad cough.

[vor]

No one else has pulled me aside and chided me like I'm their somewhat backward five-year-old. [Would you believe it sounds good-natured?] Except perhaps my physician, but she does that regardless.

[thedicearecast]

[All he'll get for that is a shrug.]

You should listen to her.

[vor]

I did. I'm taking my medicine, getting a bite to eat, and going home to rest.

[thedicearecast]

[She gives his cream cake a critical eye.]

She probably meant something more than just dessert.

[vor]

Probably. [He sits back and looks at his own cream cake with a sigh.] Consider it my one deviation from the spirit of her law.

[thedicearecast]

Your only one? [She's not quick to trust, which is why she raises an eyebrow.]