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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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[The only time Jove has really been returning to the ship has been to bring back what she's gathered from her time on the planet. Odds and ends for crafting armor, some seeds and plants to make her room easier to sleep in, all dropped off quickly so she could get straight back to a place that reminds her of her home.

She's going to miss all that green, the smell of earth and grass, when they move on from here.

As she's on her way back to the shuttle, though, something stops her and brings her attention towards the kitchen. Did someone leave a chunk of raw lyrium on the ship or something? It's all she can assume as she heads in that direction, wanting to take care of it before it makes someone sick. What she finds is Tek just as he's chomping through a bone, and she stops in her tracks.]

You know, it's common practice to leave the bones.

[he has the presence of mind to put his food down before he turns to glance back at her, but the other half of the bone is already gone.]

You've never eaten marrow before? It's considered a delicacy in many places.

[and his tone of voice still has the usual levels of easy snark to it, but the levity somehow doesn't make it to his face.]

I tend to stick to just the fleshy bits. And... usually like my meals a little more fully cooked.

[Now that she's come closer, she can see that's really far too pink for normal consumption. It doesn't seem be bothering him in the least, but what's more important is all that magic she feels coming from him.]

Are you ill?

[he nudges his plate of half-finished food aside, and he rubs the side of his face for a moment, like he's trying to wake up, or fight off a headache.]

Why do you ask?

You aren't looking very well.

[She reaches a hand out towards him, intending to lay her hand over his forehead to feel for a fever.]

[there's a minute motion when she reaches for him--just a subtle freeze, after an automatic backward shift of weight. he almost ducks away from her hand, out of wary instinct, but manages to catch himself in that moment. and in doing so, decides to stay right where he is, and let her do what she originally intends. though, it's anyone's guess as to exactly why he changes his mind.

and yes, he's running a fever. she can probably feel it radiating off of him before she even makes real contact with his skin.]

Has anyone told you about the first planet we visited? With their gifts of beautiful red stones?

They haven't, no.

[Once her hand makes contact with his skin, she promptly ignores his questions in favor of playing healer. It's not a job she loves, but she isn't the type to just let someone die in front of her if they don't deserve it.]

Tek, you're burning up. How long have you been this hot?

[and he had other things that he'd been planning on saying, whether she listened or not... but then she finishes that last sentence. and he suddenly smirks.

while part of it can be blamed on the fact that he isn't quite himself at the moment, most of the blame can be placed squarely on the fact that he spends far too much time with the likes of Robin.]

I don't know. You tell me.

[She rolls her eyes, waving a hand at him to motion for him to get up.]

Your fever must be cooking your brain in your skull as we speak, judging by that. Come on, lets get you to the medical bay.

[he imagines that Robin must be laughing himself silly, somewhere. and he stands, though he's in no great hurry to actually go anywhere.]

It won't help. ...Even when those red stones infected us all, there wasn't anything that helped.

[Hearing about red stones in general isn't a very interesting sort of thing, but red stones that infect people? That has her reaches for his shoulder to steady him, ducking her head down to make eye contact.]

What do you mean? [If he's talking about red lyrium...] Is there any of that here?

I'm sure many people have kept their samples. The affliction was fleet-wide, after all.

[her sudden interest piques his own, and he hangs onto that eye contact for a moment before he bothers answering. just reading the little details of her expression before it can change to something else.]

Why?

[The eye contact, the way he's practically staring, it has her feeling uncomfortable the longer it goes on. What's the matter with him?]

Do you know Varric? He's a dwarf, lots of chest hair, talks about his crossbow constantly. Was he here when that happened?

[Surely Varric would have said something if there was red lyrium here. And surely Tek won't mind Jove completely ignoring his questions yet again.]

[if he dodges questions and meaningful topics all the time, the least he can do is tolerate it a little in someone else. besides, the things that she chooses not to answer, as well as what she decides to say instead, tell him plenty.

if anything, it almost feels as if she's even easier to read, when he's feeling like this. so he just shrugs.]

I think it was before his time. It was a plague that came and went, and so has already passed into irrelevant memory for most of those here. You've seen how quickly these things move here, no doubt.

[and he waves his hand a little, because none of it matters anyway.]

That isn't what's happening here, in any case.

[Well that kind of begs a very specific question.]

Why did you bring it up, then?

[The question is at least being asked while she's trying to lead him towards the medbay. She has herbs and poultices in her room that she's mixed up thanks to the abundant plant life on the planet, but they'll start there. Much less intrusive than letting him into her room.

Assuming she has any idea how any of the equipment works.]

[he follows along, but his heart isn't in it. he's tired and quietly agitated, and following lifelessly along is easier than fighting.]

I was going to use it as an example. I don't get sick in a way that you can aid with medicine.

[he's distracted as he explains, eyes down and resting where she's in contact with him, leading him along]

...And does this mean that you're a healer, then?

[With how he was ravenously eating earlier, this rapid decline doesn't look good at all. As much as she'd rather not, her room is closer.]

I have some healing magic, but it's more the last ditch, save the entire group if they've nearly died sort of thing. But I've learned a thing or two about mixing my own medicines, so we'll... figure something out. Do you need help walking? You're looking rather unsteady.

[instead of answering any of that, he continues to just ponder over the fact that she's willingly leading him along somewhere, doing something other than keeping a wary eye on him. it continues to strike him funny.]

...So, what made you change your mind about me?

[That gets her to roll her eyes.]

I'm not in the habit of letting men die of fever in front of me just because we didn't have the best start. Now go in there and sit.

[She motions into her room, and then frowns at him.]

And no more smart comments, this is to make sure we don't have a corpse to deal with tomorrow.

[he... doesn't go anywhere. but he does laugh, a little--light and airy.]

I'm not going to die.

Yes, you're very rugged and manly and something like the sniffles would never bring you down. I understand. Go inside.

[She puts her hand on his back and pushes lightly, trying to guide him in herself if he won't just take the few steps on his own.]

[maybe he's just not used to her actually having any kind of willing contact with him, because that gentle push at his back pulls another odd, sharp little glance her way. but it's more like the reaction from a touchy animal than anything... normal.

he catches himself again, though, and finally submits to being ushered into the room.]

If it would make you feel better to play doctor with me for a little while, suit yourself.

[There's nothing particularly normal about Tek, put she pulls her hand away all the same.]

Will I regret asking you what that means?

It means exactly what it sounds like.

[--sort of. and he's inside the room now, but he again isn't really moving anywhere without prompting. just loitering where he's at. maybe still distracted by something.

maybe distracted by several somethings. his entire spine itches.

the presences of those aboard feel like bug-legs to him.]

And you don't really want to help me.

Maybe it escaped your notice, but I appear to be from far in the past. There are some modern turns of phrases I haven't ever heard before, so when you say playing doctor my first guess would be you mean I'm pretending to save your life.

[Maybe she's exaggerating there, but no one can feel that warm without risking severe injury if it's left to run rampant. She leaves him there in the middle of her room to inspect her small collection of herbs, picking through and setting aside what she has to assume is the Mor version of elfroot. It looked the same, tasted the same, had the same effects.

She has something for infections as well, but that's topical, meant to be crushed up and put onto a wound. Jove chews her lip as she looks over the bits of leaf and vine she's collecting, bringing one hand up to rub at the side of her neck uncertainly. It shouldn't cause allergic reaction in him, right? Elfroot is a general healing herb. It should be fine.

She glances at him at that accusation, eyebrow raising.]

I don't? Why is that?

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