it's a planet mingle!

[evildetector]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Yep!
When: For the duration of the planet Arslae stay!

[ woot woot! time to get your mingle on, folks. leave a top-level with your starters and tag around! ]

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B!

[stefanged]

[It's not the drink she wanted, but a warm mug of ginger tea is the drink she deserves at the moment. Stefan holds it out for her, standing close to her since well.... he can't exactly catch a cold.

(He'd kind of have to be alive for that.)]

Put it in the suggestion box. Maybe it'll come with an upgrade.

[Sarcasm aside, there's genuine worry in his eyes as he inspects her.] Come on, let me take you back to your room.

<3

[delincuente]

[She leans over and presses her face against his shoulder, pulling a dramatically miserable face.]

I'm never touching snow again. Ever.

<33!

[stefanged]

Now that's a little hasty.

[His sigh sounds more like it's hiding a laugh, even as he tries his best to give her his usual scowl.] Maybe you'll bundle up a little better next time.

[delincuente]

Bundling up's for wimps.

[ - she says as she furiously tries to hold back a sneeze.]

I'm a New Yorker.

[stefanged]

[That's it. Stefan sets the mug aside so he can pull her even closer to him.]

I know. But even world-weary New Yorkers need a decent jacket.

[So now he'll try to nudge her back to her room- gently for now, but hey, if she needs something? She does have a familiar right here.]

[delincuente]

[Alright, alright. She gives in, wrapping her arms around him, and it's clear through the contact that she's a bit too warm.]

What if I just walked around all day wrapped up in my blankets? Or carried my bed with me, like in the ThermaFlu commercials? Would that work?

[stefanged]

[Yikes. Stef's warmth is an artificial one (thank you tea addiction), but he can't deny how she feels like a big space heater.]

Possibly. I'll tell you what - if I see a Snuggie around here, I'll buy you one as an early Eid present.

[delincuente]

[She makes a satisfied noise at his suggestion, then accidentally tugs his arm as she stumbles over the kitchen threshold.]

Mm. That's why you're the best boyfriend.

[stefanged]

["Best boyfriend?" Stefan's throat tightens, because that reminds him of things - things not discussed now, and maybe not ever.

She's sick. That's why she's praising him to the moon for basic human decency. Because when it all comes down to it, he's far from the best. The worst, really. Which is why, when he catches her in his arms and decides to carry her back bridal-style - he lets out a small, exasperated sigh.]

I think that's your cold talking. [Kisses her lightly on the forehead] Since we're planet-side, I'll see about getting you some real food too.

[delincuente]

Shhhh. No arguing.

[She reaches up like she's going to shush him, but her finger lands on the side of his nose instead.]

Getting me food just proves it. Best.

[stefanged]

Nah. Just proves I know my crew. [He laughs, despite his immediate instinct to argue it, because best? For basic human decency??

Getting her into her room'll take a little work since he's carrying her bridal-style, so he'll let her down gently so she can climb into the hatch.]

Don't try to get anything, okay? You have a communicator. Text me, or Allen, or anyone if you really need that glass of water.

[delincuente]

[It'll take a little bit of work to get her to let go of him, but she finally climbs down into her bunk - and sneezes dramatically.]

Yes sir, commander.

[Yeah, she's a little far gone.]

[stefanged]

[More than a little, yeah. He lets out a laugh as he heads back towards town. It'll take him about fifteen minutes, since he had to try and find the least salty broth around - but he returns with a full bowl of chicken noodle soup.

The meat may be questionable. He tried, even adding a little spice to it so it'll clear her sinuses up! Sitting beside her on her big captain's bed, he holds the soup out to her.]

I checked in with the locals. They've got a cure, but even with that it'll take a week for it to clear up.

[delincuente]

[Alex takes the soup, just holding it warm between her hands, and groans dramatically.]

Ugh, this is space! Why doesn't someone have a better cure for the common cold already?

[stefanged]

[There is a long moment of silence on his part as he stares, with that usual incredulous look, before he decides against whatever he was going to say.]

You probably don't want the answer to that.

[delincuente]

[She holds up a hand.]

No, you're right, I don't. This is officially a no-science zone 'till I get better.

[stefanged]

You'd better hold me to it. [He makes a zipping gesture with his lips, all the same.] Otherwise, I might kinda forget while we're snuggled up in here.

[delincuente]

[She makes a really attractive phlegmy noise in her throat, that might have been intended to be a laugh.]

If you do, I'll alert you by falling asleep immediately.

[stefanged]

Good. You need all the rest you can get.

[He gestures towards the soup] And food. Until you're better, this is also officially an okay lifestyle choice.

[delincuente]

[A dazed little smile.]

I've been training for this moment my whole life. Time for the nap of the century up in here.

[stefanged]

After the soup of the century. Which, unfortunately, also comes with the medicine to make it all better.

[Unfortunately, because well - that cure may not taste super pleasant.]

[delincuente]

It can't be worse than that grainy pink stuff they used to give you for sore throats. My dad always tried to hide in it ice cream.

[stefanged]

Your dad was a smart man. [He gets up now, if only because he doesn't want to be the reason soup gets sloshed all over her bed.] Though, speaking of ice cream....

I'll go get some the next time we're in town. Ask Kirito to build a freezer so we can keep a stash for the next few planets.