who: Tim and You
what: Tim gets sick because of a certain gremlin, possibly meets up with the new family and friends, leaves the Kent house, adopt a dog, and everything else.. Wild Card prompts welcome.
when: Over the month of April
where: Various
warnings: None at the moment.
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1.A | Tim is sick (late march to very early april)
He needed to make new plans. Did aliens have a cure for the common cold yet? Can he get a taxi to come out here and take him to a drugstore? He sneezes loudly, deafening himself in the process. It's quickly followed by two loud sneezes more in quick succession just as he makes a weak grab for the tissues.]
[After desnottifying himself enough to feel mildly human, Tim tugs Dick's old blanket around him as he shuffles downstairs. He has a vague idea that he should make tea or soup, but no real clue on whether they had any. He'd bought some soupmix somewhere offhandedly. Hopefully it hasn't expired.
He makes it all the way to the kitchen and getting a pot out before he decides to sit down and rest a bit- just a little. It was so cold out here...]
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He watches the teen wondering if he's even noticed Damian was in the room. You're usually more alert than this Drake, it's truly concerning. He watches him pull a pot down, then gives up halfway in the middle of what he was doing. Well, this is awkward.
He puts the spoon in his mouth and pokes Drake's cheek. ]
Of course, you'd manage to get a cold in such warm weather. [ Damian drawls, sounding unimpressed, but does brush the back of his hand to feel how warm Drake was. ]
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Why're you touchin' bee? [He meant 'me' but really, same diff.]
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He thought to ask "What bee?" just to be contrary, but Drake was suffering enough and Damian wasn't one to kick a sick dog. Even if that dog was Drake. ]
It's what Pennyworth does whenever we sneeze. I was gauging how high your body temperature was and if it was grounds for concern.
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You prolly won't catch it. I'm just. Compromised. [ah-choo!]
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[ At least he doesn't believe he can. Years of survival training and living in various weather conditions and he'd never once caught the sniffles. He caught a case of the deads once, but not a cold. ]
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Won't even talk aboud how you're still here on a school day.
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Good. [ He smirks as he shovels another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. If Drake wasn't going to talk about it, then neither was Damian, because they both knew why he was here. Damian is cutting again. The school system as a joke and he wanted no part of it. ]
Are you sure you don't require hospitalization? Hard to imagine you got this bad from just a dip in the river. [ Maybe he caught something from those alien creatures? But then that brought up the question of why Damian wasn't sick too. He got wet as well and had just as much contact with those creatures. ]
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Well if you told me that I might not have pushed you in the first place! [ He suddenly barks, flinging cereal when he points his spoon at him accusingly. Ugh, now you are touching his food! Dammit, Drake! ]
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[He wipes the cereal off.] You're wasting good fuwd. [Ugh ok his nose is starting to stuff up again already. He eats what cereal he can and reaches for Damian's bowl if he's not gonna eat it.]
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Were you concerned about looking weak if I knew?[ He gets a cup out of the cabinet then some items out from around the kitchen. ] How'd you lose an organ anyway?
1.B | Tim is sick (text misfire post?)
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[He's not even sure Tim meant to text him, but since he got the message, Ignis is responding]
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colps
COKD*
COLD. [he finally manages to press the right ones. Wait though, why is Ignis texting him. A bleary squint as he snuffles. Oh.]
Sorty. [A deliberate pause and long typing period.]
Sorry. Sick. Wrong send.
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I could send you some food that has helped colds before, if you like.
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[And well, he tried going down to make that but he kinda... got distrated by how comfortable the counter looked.
Sure if u have.
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[He'd hate to pull someone away from actual stuff they needed to be doing over a simple cold. It wouldn't even be a thing if his spleen wasn't out of commission and the gremlin had come in to finish the job.]
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lifesaver
[Tim blows his nose and sends Ignis the address to the Kent house>
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I have arrived with the soup. I do not wish to disturb you further, so I shall leave it by your door.
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Dankhs. [Pause as he leans to the side to sneeze, clinging to the threshold.] Don' wan you d'catch id, but I'll make id up to you when I ged beder.
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[He holds out the thermos] Enjoy with the promise of good health.
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[Tim blows into a handful of kleenex and takes the thermos mug as they say their farewells.]
2.Cass, a continuation
What do you want to eat? [There's an especially greasy daily special on the menu, which Tim looks at forlornly, but he's already pushing it being out and about so soon after getting sick, even with the booster shots. His nose was still runny this morning. With an inward sigh, he looks at the salad options.]
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Um... burger, I think. The big one. And chili cheese fries. [Her stomach is a bottomless pit. Finally she watches him, seeing the telltale signals. The little bits of strain around the face, the way his nose twitches, the running, bits of inflammation.]
You're sick. Or... were. You okay?
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[Well it wasn't like he was expecting to hide anything from Cass.] I, uh, I'm kind of recovering. It takes a while for me to get over a cold, these days.
[He signals the waitress to give her their orders and folds the menus away.] But it's just a cold, nothing too serious. It's a pain but it's not really anything to worry about.
I'd rather hear more about how you ended up here.
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How I ended up here? [Cass isn't quite sure she understands the question.] What do you mean?
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[She looked physically fine. But something definitely seemed to have her feeling down.]
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[Somehow not the worst of it.]
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It sounds like that's not all of it, though. What happened after that?
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Came back, with a Lazarus Pit. Found out what... the Society did. To Bludhaven. Tried to help Freeze. Just... made his wife into a monster.
And I... Nyssa, Shiva, the League, they... [They finally answered her questions. Showed her who and what she was. Maybe what she can't escape being. She doesn't like the answers she found. She clenches one hand into a fist on the table, white-knuckled. Her voice is tense, strained.] I don't know how I can... do what we do, anymore. Any of it. I killed my mother, Tim.
[And even if she knows Shiva was bound to come back, with how she left her above a Pit after their fight...]
So. I've, uh, been on my own. For a while.
3. Tim, moving out of the Kent house to give Jon some space/community housing
He lingers downtown, getting a coffee at a 24-hour diner, but mostly he's on the move and up on the rooftops. His safehouse is still kind of in the works, but it should be fine to crash there for a while- there were plenty of abandoned buildlings just outside the city wall, to boot. With the right trapping and maybe an underground bunker, it would make a greate base of operations. For now, though, maybe he should see if his old bed was already occupied.]
[ooc:feel free to catch him at the diner, skulking about the city, or trying to sneak into the community housing. Also possible: scaring your character if they see him at their window.]
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He had his own large bag anyway, which was on the floor under his stool, as well as a life size robotic Lion, a red one, sitting next to it. He and Shiro both had a robot lion, and a lot of people had found them fascinating. Between the coalition building back home and then being one of only two people with a large robotic companion in Quarantine, Keith was slowly getting used to being recognized on sight beyond just other Garrison pilots trying to catch up to his scores in the training program.]
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Whoa. You wouldn't happen to know a black lion, would you? I didn't think there was another one running around.
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Yeah... that's my buddy, Shiro. We're on the same team back home.
[Red made a soft rumble sound. Yup. Black was her leader.]
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Yeah, something like that. There's five of them, each in a different color.
[He shrugged.]
They're designed for fighting and keeping the peace. I'm not sure how much "fun" it is, but it's kind of cool in a weird psychic alien robot cat kind of way.
[Red twitched her tail, the laser gun tip clanking on the floor.]
So, you met Shiro, huh?
5. Res: April TDM
@the Animal Shelter with warnotlove
Look, I like you, I do. But you and me, it's not gonna work out. I don't have anywhere to go either, right now, it'll be terrible. You deserve better than that.
[A soft whuff and this is clearly not going anywhere. Tim's tried climbing but no matter where he goes, the dog just tracks him down. Eventually, he had to save him-her from getting dragged into the subsiding flood waters near the river. Which meant he now not only had a dog. He had a soaking wet dog. And this just. It won't do. So here's Tim knocking on the animal shelter door and hoping someone's in at this hour.]
Hello? Anyone in? I have. Uh, I have a dog. A stray dog. And he's kinda shivery. [Said dog was currently wrapped up in one of his hoodies.]
@Jason's Flat with alchemyfreak
No, sit-- heel-- we don't-- NO! [And there she goes, pouncing the newly arrived stranger and growling. Oh god, he'd had a dog for 5 hours and she had just maybe mauled someone.] No, no, I'm so sorry about this, uhm. [Way too short to be Jason, so it had to be one of the landlords. Wonderful.]