say bye to kris kringle, it's a mingle!

[geonomy]

Who: The Vanquish crew and visitors!
Broadcast: Nein?
Action: On the Vanquish lollipop, and around it maybe!
When: During the month of January

[Hey crew! It looks like there's some new changes that have come over the ship as well as a couple of new crewmates from the past shuffle or two! Have you been enjoying the planet, or is it too cold for you? Have you caught a nasty cold like your poor captain a few posts down, or are you a Vanquish member and are fine? Come along for a mingle, let the viewers see what you're up to! And also meet the tiniest, cutest crew member too!]

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[collegedropout]

[Sam's stopping by just to check in, mostly — he doesn't even expect to find her sneezy and coughy and overall just gross. He's quick to make a beeline for her room as to not be a bother, only to find — is that a fort? Of course it is. He raises his eyebrows and tries to peer into it, to locate his free-roaming little fae child.]

Katie?

... Trying to build a room in a room?

[flickerflash]

[A nest in a room in a room by the looks of things. well-- if the massive pile of loose blue wool is anything to go by that Katie's currently flopped over. She was napping. Playing with string is hard work, just ask any cat.

She starts awake when Sam enters, though. It's not just the voice and the looming, it's the flood of sulfur. Man, get your echoes to take a shower some time--]

Mm. I think it's your turn to read me poetry while I'm dying.

[She is not dying, FYI. Drama queen. But she sounds horrible.]

[collegedropout]

[Yeah, he's starting to get that idea.]

Getting a little dramatic over the flu, aren't you?

[Unless it's just the sniffles. If it is, come on Katie, you're tougher than this.

REMEMBER, SQUIGGLE CLUB MEMBERS ARE TOO TOUGH TO QUIT.]

Anything I can get you to save you from your grizzly fate?

[flickerflash]

[What does this mean no poetry :c sadness.] I should be allowed to be dramatic sometimes.

[Honestly though, she's just kinda sleepy. She blinks fuzzily and sits up and stares blankly at the mountain of blue surrounding her like she's very unsure why it's the-- oh.]

Wool is very annoying. I think it's trying to take over my room.

[collegedropout]

[Poetry can wait until we figure out what the holy fuck you're trying to accomplish.]

If you're trying to drown yourself in wool, it probably won't work. It'll drive your shipmates crazy, minimum.

[He raises his eyebrows.]

Any reason why you're unspooling all this?

[flickerflash]

Bet I could drown myself if I really tried. [Mutter mutter sullen. Then she makes a face.]

There's a person I really don't like who hates wool. I wanted to send her everything I could.

[But she doesn't know where to stop and how much is enough and when your wool never runs out it's a problem and she's sick and she's bored of it already but she said she would and Saaaam why is life so hard 8(]

[collegedropout]

Oh, I see. [He quirks his eyebrow and then says 'meh fuck it' and crawls into that sad wool inferno to sit with her. I hope you don't mind child.] You think you could direct me to the person you're actually trying to sent this wool to? This enemy of wool?

[flickerflash]

[Nah come on in, more the merrier. She chews on that question for a moment trying to work out what to say. Sneezes. Then just... picks up the comm and finds Sansa's entry and holds it out to him.]

See? Clearly a horrible person. [She looks hopefully up at him. Does this mean you're gonna help. :c]

[collegedropout]

[Ew, gross. Where are your tissues? He'll just hand you a small pack of handkerchiefs from his pocket, but he's legitimately a nerdy soccer mom sometimes.]

I gotcha. I wouldn't mind dropping it off, courtesy of the squiggle club.

[flickerflash]

[She smiles widely in relief before wilting again, taking his handkerchiefs and looking as pathetic as a semi-drowned cat. Blergh. Being sick sucks, how did you do it for so long.]

Thank you. [She looks at the wool pile doubtfully.] Do you think this is enough? She should be able to make dresses and things.

[collegedropout]

[He laughs a bit at that. Bless you child.]

Oh, it should be. Question is, how will I transport it?

[flickerflash]

Um. [That. Is a good question. She glances around and then up, and promptly stands on tiptoes to tug one of the blankets down.

Or at least that's the idea, pls excuse your pooka as she trips over a wall of wool and faceplants instead. But YOU GET THE IDEA.]

[collegedropout]

[Don't worry, Sam won't let you faceplant, friend. :)

He's very quick to catch.]

Hey, hey. Geez. Have you been drinking enough water? Anyone give you meds?

[Katie, child, don't make him all Concerned.]

[flickerflash]

[Katie makes a face and waits for the room to right itself, kind of wrapping her arms around Sam's to stay upright.]

No. [Grumpy tired.] I've decided to go on a water diet. [Rogue kind of caught onto that early and made sure she was drinking. She hasn't been on any meds, though-- they don't have a doctor on board. Which goes left unsaid. Instead she cups a hand to her ear.]

Just dizzy. [It's an inner ear kind of thing. She'll get better.]

[collegedropout]

Yeah, well. Dizzy people need to stay sitting. Or they dizzy over on their heads.

[So there. He's sure to set her down politely into a pile of blankets.]

Been stomping around the icy wet planet, huh?

[flickerflash]

[Mutter mutter grumble. She'd fight him on it out of general principle but she doesn't have the energy. Katie settles into the blankets instead, curling them around her shoulders.]

Maybe. I was pretending I was little Red Riding Hood. Even met the big bad wolf. [She settles for pointing up at the blanket she was trying to yank down.]

Do you think you could carry it in that?

[collegedropout]

[Katie pls I'm a pro hunter.]

I think I can handle it.

Do I get paid for my obvious mailman job?

[flickerflash]

Of course you do. What about ten thousand dollars and a slice of cake?

[Innocent blinking.]

[collegedropout]

.... [insert sturgeon mouth of agreement]

I guess I could make due with ten thousand dollars.

How about two slices of cake, though?

[flickerflash]

Now you're just being greedy.

[She tries to sniff in disdain, but when your nose is already blocked it sounds way more gross jsyk.]

[collegedropout]

[Ew, icky. He pushes the tissues back toward her again.]

Am I really? Can I swap out some of the money for cake?

[flickerflash]

[Oh fine she will blow her nose. She'll even turn away to do it so you don't have to be all grossed out, gosh. Muffled then:]

It's an all or nothing deal. You can have two slices of cake and no money. I suppose I could bend that far.

[Spoken by someone who has no idea what an all or nothing deal is obv.]

[collegedropout]

[He waves a hand.]

Alright, alright.

Two slices of cake it is, then.

[flickerflash]

It's a deal. [Because god knows where she was getting ten grand from, but Katie never meant it anyway. Two slices of cake, though, she can probably manage. As long as she's eating one.]

You might have to wait, though. I don't think you'd like me trying to bake a cake now. [Who knows what might get into the mix. :|]

[collegedropout]

[Chuckling faintly, he shakes his head.]

Probably not.

Got a way to transport this mess here?