[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 1: Symptoms Manifest & Reaction

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 13-18 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the first of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Illness Presents and Putting Heads Together will have their own top-levels in this post, but you may make separate top-levels for whatever you like! Anything is welcome, as long as it tangentially relates to the Worried/Sick plot.

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

Comments

[unraisehell]

"Someone told me this isn't just a good place to skinny dip, that its healing mojo is legit. Maybe they were fucking with me, but I do feel slightly less corpselike. At least It already does wonders for my hair, so I know I'll look good for the burial," her voice has all the dryness the air lacks.

"If it weren't so damn cold out, I'd consider setting up camp."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Something in the water. Pete's trying to pin it down." Tony lets his head fall back, taking a ragged, wet breath. He hates this- hates that it's always so hard to breathe when something so much as a cold decides to pop up in his system. Fucking Lungs. "Got designs to build a sauna and some changing rooms but- I don't think I'll get to them for awhile."

Whatever's going around has him fucking exhausted. Thinking hurts right now.

[unraisehell]

"We need you more than we need a sauna, Sparky. Right now, focus on kicking this shit to the curb. Rest the fuck up, and then make me something cool," she says. "Like a pair of brass knuckles that leave the words Wynonna's Bitch written out in bruises on someone."

She forces a weak grin. "Once I'm able to stand solidly on two feet, I'm gonna want to punch something. Or someone. Preferably Bobo, if I can find a reason, but any reasonably assholish person will work."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"I've had worse. You ever lived through heavy metal poisoning?" He taps his chest where, faintly, there are some of those scars still left. The high tech roadrash that never really went all the way away. "I'd have to cast those, I think. You want the font blocky or cursive? I think cursive would hurt more. Sharper edges."

[unraisehell]

"No, but I gave birth on a pool table. And I've been stabbed a few times. Had my finger cut off while I was possessed- it grew back," Wynonna lists off on one hand. "Just before I got here, I got thrown off a cliff in a truck accident. Well. Wasn't an accident. Revenant serial killer. Demon. You can prettymuch chalk everything bad in my life to demons, either literal or inner. And in the case of the possession, both. I'm rambling a little, aren't I?"

She takes a moment to dip her whole head underwater for a few seconds, and comes back up.

"Makes the cold air feel better on my face," she explains.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"S'fine. Lets me know you're still breathing." If she's talking, she's breathing and not, well. Drowning. He doesn't think he'd be able to haul her out of the water if that happened. He doesn't know if he'd be able to haul himself out of the water if he started inhaling it.

Maybe that would help with his lungs?

No. Fever Logic. Bad logic.

"Misters. Should. Set up spring water misters."

[unraisehell]

"When you're better, you can build us a whole working spa out here. You seem like someone who knows what a gold-leaf facial should feel like."

Even on death's door, must. Make. Bad. Jokes.

It's one of her healthier coping mechanisms.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Overrated. Hot stone massage all the way." God, that sounds amazing. Tony takes in a deep breath- as deep as he can manage- the heat taking care of the ache in his chest. "When we get out? I'm. Walking your ass to the hospital."

[unraisehell]

"Only because I'm walking your ass there," she shoots back. "Fuck, do I look as bad as you? You're actually kind of convincing me here."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"You look worse than I do." He mumbles. "Seriously. Dead woman walking. I'm at least kind of used to this shit."

[unraisehell]

"Fuck you," she says with absolutely no malice, just fatigue and that weird affectionate-insult tone some people manage to pull off.

"I ever tell you about the time I was drugged and kidnapped by possibly Jack-the-Ripper and his totally human-not-a-demon groupie helper? That was fucked up. This is just the flu from hell. Assuming we can drag our asses out of this pool, we'll be fine. Or we just call for help until someone else drags us both to the hospital. Bull's got the upper body strength for it, right?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"No thanks I got a headache." A breathless huff of laughter is about all he can manage, but it's better than nothing. "You know the more you tell me about your life back home the more I see this place as an improvement for you?"

Which is...kind of sad, that this is the better option.

"You text him. He can haul us in one arm each."

[unraisehell]

"If being here din't mean I wasn't un-cursing my bloodline, I'd agree with you," Wynonna admits. "Hell-plague or not."

She starts fiddling with the watch on her wrist. "Right. Bull's got two L's, right? Right."

And she's the one who grew up on a homestead.