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[rebuildyourruins]

Who: Thor + various
Broadcast: no
Action: the First Breath, some other places
When: May 20th - May 27th

[After engaging in some extremely extra behaviour with a bunch of other extremely extra immortals, Thor came down with a brutal fever on the First Breath and has been holed up in Loki's room ever since. Still, there remain some things he needs to do.

If you want your character to find Thor during this time, hit me up on PM/dudemeister and I'll toss up a starter for you! Otherwise if they would just try to call or message him, feel free to use this post to do so.]

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[watermarks]

...because that's often how viruses work? Especially if they're airborne. If not, it's often through contact... [And, well, sharing the bed has probably not done their recovery any favors. She wonders if anyone else on the ship has become sick.

But the how is less important, currently, than the what.] Anyway, it doesn't feel like it's anything that serious. We just need to make sure to keep you hydrated.

[Because if his chi hasn't fought this off yet... either it was going to wipe out everyone on the ship, or he was right, and it was the Atroma.] Is anyone else on the ship sick?

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Well they shouldn't work that way on me.

[Not some bargain-basement regular virus. He meant it when he said he hadn't gotten sick like this in a millennium. When he has the presence of mind to think about it, it's downright offensive.

At the question, he squints at Katara then looks at the door, as though that's going to provide an answer.]

I don't know. I haven't really seen anyone since being here... Loki keeps insisting I stay put.

[He only managed to get out to meet Katara because Loki was asleep at the time.]

[watermarks]

That's probably a good idea.

[ Honestly, Thor really should be staying in bed. She streams the water back into her waterskin. Then she places her hand on his forehead and chills the residual moisture there - not freezes, but it'll be the equivalent of a cool cloth on his forehead for a little bit. ]

I'm going to go warm up your soup and monitor your symptoms for a little while.

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Not the way he goes about it.

[Katara's lucky she only saw a minor amount of kicking between them. Their arguments get much worse at times. Thor's scowl smooths away as Katara's waterbending takes effect. Respite is hard to find at the moment. He has to remind himself to open his eye again as she keeps talking, blinking at her blearily.]

My... oh. All right.

[watermarks]

[ Yes, if there was stabbing, she likely would have taken that the Wrong Way.

As it is, she notes his bleary focus. ]

Why don't you see if you can get some sleep? It will make the time go more quickly.

[Which she figures will be more appealing to him than 'you need your rest', since she's sure he resents that. Every sick person she has ever met, herself included, does.] If you're asleep when I get back, I can warm up the soup again later.

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[A look of confusion crosses Thor's face.]

Why would I sleep when you're still visiting?

[Sleeping when Loki is around is one thing. It's another entirely to pass out while Katara has come around specifically to talk to them both.]

[watermarks]

I came by because you're sick, Thor. I want to try to help you get better, so if you can sleep, sleep all you want.

[ She's not going anywhere until she's satisfied they'll both be taken care of for the day... and then she'll be back the next day. ]

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Sure, but...

[He really should have come up with an argument before starting a sentence. He heaves a sigh, pulling his legs up onto the bed at very least.]

Sleeping hasn't done much so far, and I swear I've done plenty of it.

[watermarks]

Good. You should do more of it, for as long as you're tired. Your body knows what it needs. [ She gives him a quick smile. ] I'll go warm up your soup and I'll be right back.

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[Thor nods, settling back against the pillows - and elbowing Loki in the side as belated payback for the kicking. Only once Katara's out of the room, of course.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Hisses. ]

Ill or not, I will stab you.

[rebuildyourruins]

I'd put you through the wall first.

[dothelokimotion]

Don't you dare damage my ship.

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[Thor opens his mouth to snap back that you'd hardly be able to tell the difference, when he hears footsteps returning along the corridor. Instead he mutters:]

Shut up. [And just waits for Katara to re-enter the room, rubbing absently at his eye socket. He should clean it, but finding the energy to go stand in the bathroom to do that is easier said than done.]

[watermarks]

[ ...clearly, they're going to require closer supervision while she's there.

She reenters with Thor's warmed up soup, gives them a glance that is both not fooled by their innocence and also doesn't really want to get into it. So... professionalish smile is go. ] I've got your soup. Do you need help sitting up?

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[Thor glances Katara's way then shakes his head, pushing himself back up to sit. Judging by the flicker of discomfort on his face, it's not something he relishes. But he's capable enough.]

Thank you.

[watermarks]

[ She frowns a little as she watches him. It's evident that sitting takes effort... and she's not going to force him to rely on her help. Sometimes it was better to be able to continue doing what you could, but...

Katara wonders again what kind of sickness could have made him this ill. She chides herself for not wearing a mask; Trafalgar would be disappointed. ]

You're welcome. [ She had found a serviceable tray in the kitchen this time and came over to lay it carefully over his thighs. ] I just wish I had better news for you. Besides making sure to keep resting and giving your body the the protein and hydration it needs, the best thing you can do is wait this out.

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[It does smell good. He just wishes he felt at all keen to eat it. His gaze flickers back over to Katara, taking a moment to fully hear what she's saying. Once he gets it he shakes his head, irritation passing over his features again.]

That is what I assumed.

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[ Her gaze narrows for a moment, observing that irritation and assessing in turn. ]

How old are you?

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[He pauses in the middle of bringing the spoon to his mouth.]

Fifteen-hundred. Why?

[watermarks]

[ She blinks. Yeah. Wow. He looked really good for his age. ]

Two reasons. One, I wanted to get an idea of why your chi pathways looked the way they did. And two... [ she gives him a small, wry expression ] I know that every day you're sick can seem like an eternity. But it'll be over soon, your body is fighting it.

[ And with 1,500 years behind him, he can manage to be in bed for a few more days, she thinks. So stop hurting the process and stay in bed. 8| ]

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[He can't help but scowl a little at the logic. Normally he would be bullish about this kind of thing. There are few things he can't persevere through given strong enough incentive, and a fever isn't one of them. Between Loki's admonishments and the weakness sapping him though, Thor can't make much of an argument. He'd like to. He has. But it won't get him anywhere.

He pushes the spoon back into the bowl, only a bit moody.]

Yes, I know. It has improved in the last day. I'm not incapable of moving around a bit.

[And he really will go stir crazy otherwise.]

I will stay put.

[watermarks]

Good. [ She smiles at him. ] You already stretched yourself today coming to meet me. If you're feeling better tomorrow, you can probably walk around the ship once, if you have someone to spot you. [ She reaches out to take his temperature again, resting her hand on his head. ] ...but you're still burning up, [ she removes her hand after bending some more surface coolness onto his skin ], and fevers make weakness come on all of a sudden, so you should be careful and keep saving your strength.

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[Gloomily, Thor imagines that Loki will dog his steps if he does that. It's no real deterrence though.]

All right. I understand.