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pretendtoneedmeWHO: Clint Barton
WHERE: House 20 and the Inn
WHEN: November 30 to December 2, December 3
OPEN TO: Any
WARNINGS: Illness? Might change, but nothing off the bat
( November 30-December 2, Illness at House 20 Because Someone Is Stupid )
Apparently running around outside before, during, and after an ice storm without the proper clothing to be bundled up in, not sleeping nearly enough, and not eating properly can make a person deliriously sick. Who knew. Clint had been so frantic about Wanda's disappearance that he'd spent a week and a half combing the village and the surrounding area inch by inch, not taking proper care of himself at all, and by the time she'd been found it had been too late. Not that he realized it at the time, but only a handful of days later and the truth had been all too apparent.
He'd literally collapsed in the middle of the kitchen the morning of the 27th as he'd been preparing to go hunting. At least it was his own house, and easy enough to get him back into bed after that unintentionally dramatic episode, but he was burning with fever and it was kind of a miracle he'd even made it out of bed and down a flight of stairs. The next two and a half days were spent in a fever delirium, alternately burning and freezing, images flashing through his mind that were warped by the fever almost beyond recognizing and undoubtedly a fair number of bewildering things coming from his mouth when he was halfway conscious. But late night on the 29th, it finally breaks, and as he regains coherency he's allowed to start having visitors. He's restricted to the house for a bit more to let him recuperate and his strength is returning, though it's definitely slower than it would be at home. But that doesn't make him any less bored, and therefore antsy. He'll welcome pretty much any visitor as a distraction.
( December 3, Cabin Fever Leads to the Inn and Cards )
Clint's not been to the inn in over a week, and when he does show up, his appearance is a bit more... ragged than it had been. Everyone's a bit of a mess here, without the comforts of home, but he's paler than he had been, with shadows of rings under his eyes, and though it's hard to see under all the clothing he's a little thinner. It's very obvious he doesn't have as much energy as he did this same time last month. But he'd hit the point his wife had always despaired over, where he just had to get out of the house, and the inn has the most traffic and therefore the most people to see if he takes a sudden header onto the hearth.
He doesn't go empty-handed, though, because that won't solve his restlessness, although truthfully his solution isn't that energetic - since Wanda would give him that Look if he pushed too hard. But Sam left behind a deck of cards when he disappeared, Clint and Wanda had kept them, and now he's shuffling them at one of the tables and looking for anyone willing to play a round of anything with him. Whatever else he's lost, that dexterity in his hands and fingers is still top notch.
WHERE: House 20 and the Inn
WHEN: November 30 to December 2, December 3
OPEN TO: Any
WARNINGS: Illness? Might change, but nothing off the bat
( November 30-December 2, Illness at House 20 Because Someone Is Stupid )
Apparently running around outside before, during, and after an ice storm without the proper clothing to be bundled up in, not sleeping nearly enough, and not eating properly can make a person deliriously sick. Who knew. Clint had been so frantic about Wanda's disappearance that he'd spent a week and a half combing the village and the surrounding area inch by inch, not taking proper care of himself at all, and by the time she'd been found it had been too late. Not that he realized it at the time, but only a handful of days later and the truth had been all too apparent.
He'd literally collapsed in the middle of the kitchen the morning of the 27th as he'd been preparing to go hunting. At least it was his own house, and easy enough to get him back into bed after that unintentionally dramatic episode, but he was burning with fever and it was kind of a miracle he'd even made it out of bed and down a flight of stairs. The next two and a half days were spent in a fever delirium, alternately burning and freezing, images flashing through his mind that were warped by the fever almost beyond recognizing and undoubtedly a fair number of bewildering things coming from his mouth when he was halfway conscious. But late night on the 29th, it finally breaks, and as he regains coherency he's allowed to start having visitors. He's restricted to the house for a bit more to let him recuperate and his strength is returning, though it's definitely slower than it would be at home. But that doesn't make him any less bored, and therefore antsy. He'll welcome pretty much any visitor as a distraction.
( December 3, Cabin Fever Leads to the Inn and Cards )
Clint's not been to the inn in over a week, and when he does show up, his appearance is a bit more... ragged than it had been. Everyone's a bit of a mess here, without the comforts of home, but he's paler than he had been, with shadows of rings under his eyes, and though it's hard to see under all the clothing he's a little thinner. It's very obvious he doesn't have as much energy as he did this same time last month. But he'd hit the point his wife had always despaired over, where he just had to get out of the house, and the inn has the most traffic and therefore the most people to see if he takes a sudden header onto the hearth.
He doesn't go empty-handed, though, because that won't solve his restlessness, although truthfully his solution isn't that energetic - since Wanda would give him that Look if he pushed too hard. But Sam left behind a deck of cards when he disappeared, Clint and Wanda had kept them, and now he's shuffling them at one of the tables and looking for anyone willing to play a round of anything with him. Whatever else he's lost, that dexterity in his hands and fingers is still top notch.
