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

[action]

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia's headed to the bakery for donuts; Vash's being aged by the Malnosso means he can't make the trip himself. It also makes Amelia anxious, seeing someone close to her suddenly so limited. So she's both eager to get out of the house, and somewhat distracted when a young man comes out and starts coughing.

It isn't the best way to be broken out of her thoughts.]

Shouldn't you be at home? [It comes out harsher than she means it to.] You're obviously sick.

action -- library

[all7seas]

Gregor might notice another man in the library who is nervously thumbing through a great, giant, leatherbound book. A musty, cranky-looking sonofabitch of a book, really. The man's movements with the book are reverent at times, hurried at others, as he flips through its pages.

Also, he is talking to himself.

"Nothing here about it.....mmmmrrr.....hmmm."

[rashness]

[Rin now sees Greg going into a coughing fit outside the bakery. He wasn't actually going to the bakery, just sort of walking past it en route to something else (probably work, he's still on edge about everything) and then... oh. coughing. He narrows his eyes and- he recognizes that fellow-]

Oi, man, are you okay?

[Tail flick and march over]

[Action, Clinic]

[fleurdesel]

Now that she had settled herself as best she'd be able to while on her own, Adele took up her usual rounds in the battledome clinic once more. It was familiar, it was work, patients and files- a world she understood well enough to keep herself centered.

To be honest she'd been expecting Gregor to come in sooner- and yet at the same time she was glad he'd taken his time to check in. A week earlier and she would have been in no position to help.

"Greg. When I told you to call me when it became worse, you do know I meant a little worse and not to wait until it sounds as though you are fit to cough up a lung, yes?"

[Written] - filtered 75%

[ivanyouidiot]

Consider the horse covered.

Would the Imperial Throat like hot tea with some form of strong alcohol mixed in. I've been informed it helps. After the horse is taken care of, of course.

[Written] Same filter Dated on the 16th due IC reasons

[uccellodifuoco]

[Oh, look, his "new" partner wrote... Too bad Ikki doesn't see this until the next day, spending his day with his girlfriend Ikki mostly ignored the journals. And by the time he paid attention to them he was too drunk to bother to read anything. But this message is the first thing he gets to in the Thursday's morning while nursing a hangover.

That's a curious birthday present to get. He's not sure if he likes it though, nothing personal just... It's just the way he is.]

According to that annoyance that claims to run this stupid project what it entails is that we talk to each other or exchange letters and become friends that way. But what that thing says and what we do don't need to be the same things.

You must be new or incredible optimistic if you think that there's a way to "adjust well" to this place, though.

- Ikki