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exsiliumlogs2013-08-18 12:07 am
got_it_memorized) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-08-18 12:07 am
doctor doctor, gimme the news
Date & Time: Saturday, 17August, about 9am
Location: House of the Rising Tsun > clinic if we get that far
Characters: Axel, Roxas, Xion, maybe Riku? or Kairi? Sheena? idk, anybody who camps the apartment is game so tag yourself in if you like. also Kaneis if we get that far.
Summary: Axel wakes up under the weather and realizes the bitties never got a flu shot. like ever. cue Mama Axel mode.
Warnings: dangerous levels of tsun.
Axel had found that he really only dreamed when he had had an exceptionally good day... or an exceptionally bad one. Honestly, the latter situation was more common, and though he had to admit he'd been a lot happier here in Exsilium since Roxas, Xion, and Ahiru had come back, things had only seemed to get more and more stressful for him as a whole. Sleeping on the couch wasn't such a bad thing, but sleeping on the couch in the main room of an apartment with traffic as heavy as theirs meant he had barely gotten more than a few hours of sleep a night for far too long. Axel was used to being tired--it had been years since he'd been able to count on getting a good 8 hours of sleep in a row--but he couldn't recall the last time he'd been so dead tired that his limbs felt like lead and his head felt like it was clamped in a vice and shrouded in fog.
He had been dreaming of Agrabah. He didn't much care for Agrabah, really--it was too hot there. He preferred warm weather to cold, of course, given his element of choice, but missions in Agrabah were always uncomfortably hot in a black leather coat. Plus he always managed to get sunburned no matter how much sunscreen he wore, and Saïx was rarely sympathetic to this problem.
With a sharp inhale, Axel twitched awake, grimacing and planting a hand over his face. Ugh, that had been awful. He'd been trapped in that wretched cave in the tiger's mouth and no matter where he ran he kept getting chased by those big fat Heartless that spat fireballs. And no matter how he tried to dodge, the fireballs kept hitting him. Contrary to popular belief, Axel could still get burned by fire, he just usually had enough control over the situation to avoid such a thing. But for some reason he hadn't been able to divert these fireballs, and they had set his coat ablaze. The heat had just been unbearable!
... Actually, the heat was still kind of uncomfortable, had someone jacked the thermostat up? He pulled his hand away from his face and squinted in the morning light. His head hurt. His eyes hurt. What time was it? ... What time had he gone to bed? The horizon had been growing green with sunrise when he'd finally given up the househunting mission last night. He knew he shouldn't have kept staying out all night--he knew the kids worried about him, and he knew he was wearing himself out--but they really needed somewhere else to go! And as the oldest member of the household, it was kind of his responsibility to find that place, wasn't it?
He fumbled for his tablet, swiping his hand across the screen and shifting to a half upright position with a grunt. Ugh, his head was killing him. For that matter, his throat was sore, too... what the hell? That was new. ... And why the hell was it so hot in the apartment? If someone had screwed with the thermostat he was going to give them a piece of his mind. He tossed the blanket aside and swung his legs over the edge of the couch.
"Ah--!"
And then suppressed a full-body shudder at the sudden absence of warmth. And that was when the cold grip of dread clenched around Axel's insides: no one had messed with the thermostat. He had dreamed of Agrabah and fire because he was running a fever. His head and throat hurt because he'd gotten himself sick. Really, he should have seen this coming. He'd felt run down and worn out all week; it was only a matter of time before trying to do too much on too little sleep was bound to catch up with him.
Lightdammit anyway. This was not okay. He still had a lot to do! There was still a whole quadrant of the city he hadn't scoped out yet! Besides, if he was sick, that meant everyone in the damn apartment was going to get sick, and Riku would never let him hear the end of that. Riku was probably never going to let him hear the end of it anyway. More than that, what if he wound up getting Roxas and Xion sick?
That cold grip of dread clenched more tightly around his gut as Axel realized that the kids had never actually been sick before. They'd never been exposed to anything, they'd never gotten vaccinations as youngsters... they'd never had the opportunity. Damn, with such fragile immune systems, even a stupid headcold had the potential to cause them real trouble.
Lightdammit again! He'd meant to take them to the clinic when they'd first arrived, actually; after the scare of that awful plague the United Earth had unleashed on the city, he hadn't wanted to take any chances. But things just kept getting in the way: new arrivals, househunting... and the fact that he'd been kind of fuzzy on lack of sleep hadn't helped.
Well, that did it; they were going to the clinic today and that was that. Better late than never, right? He would just have to minimize their exposure until they got vaccinated, right? And that would... uhm. Make it... less... bad? He mostly knew how vaccines worked, but medicine wasn't really his forté, and Vexen had kind of scared him off the subject for good.
Getting to his feet, Axel fought off a wave of dizziness and shambled to his bedroom, pushing the door open and moving to the closet. Sliding the door open quietly he rummaged for a moment until he found a (hideous) yellow and black checkered scarf. He'd looked for a facemask back when he and Riku had taken ill but it seemed Exsilium didn't carry such things, so he'd made do with a scarf instead. Granted, it was obnoxiously colored and sort of made him look like a villain from one of those old train robbery movies when he wore it over his nose and mouth, but he was less concerned with how silly he looked and more worried about not getting Roxas and Xion sick, so he would knock their heads for the inevitable laughter later.
Tying the scarf behind his neck, Axel turned to shake the kids awake, but instead was suddenly overcome with a harsh coughing fit. Great, just what he needed. Now they were going to ask even more questions he wasn't going to want to answer. Bracing himself against the closet opening, he smothered the fit into the scarf as best he could and then pressed a hand against his head.
This officially sucked, and he had the sneaking suspicion it was only going to suck more from here.
Location: House of the Rising Tsun > clinic if we get that far
Characters: Axel, Roxas, Xion, maybe Riku? or Kairi? Sheena? idk, anybody who camps the apartment is game so tag yourself in if you like. also Kaneis if we get that far.
Summary: Axel wakes up under the weather and realizes the bitties never got a flu shot. like ever. cue Mama Axel mode.
Warnings: dangerous levels of tsun.
Axel had found that he really only dreamed when he had had an exceptionally good day... or an exceptionally bad one. Honestly, the latter situation was more common, and though he had to admit he'd been a lot happier here in Exsilium since Roxas, Xion, and Ahiru had come back, things had only seemed to get more and more stressful for him as a whole. Sleeping on the couch wasn't such a bad thing, but sleeping on the couch in the main room of an apartment with traffic as heavy as theirs meant he had barely gotten more than a few hours of sleep a night for far too long. Axel was used to being tired--it had been years since he'd been able to count on getting a good 8 hours of sleep in a row--but he couldn't recall the last time he'd been so dead tired that his limbs felt like lead and his head felt like it was clamped in a vice and shrouded in fog.
He had been dreaming of Agrabah. He didn't much care for Agrabah, really--it was too hot there. He preferred warm weather to cold, of course, given his element of choice, but missions in Agrabah were always uncomfortably hot in a black leather coat. Plus he always managed to get sunburned no matter how much sunscreen he wore, and Saïx was rarely sympathetic to this problem.
With a sharp inhale, Axel twitched awake, grimacing and planting a hand over his face. Ugh, that had been awful. He'd been trapped in that wretched cave in the tiger's mouth and no matter where he ran he kept getting chased by those big fat Heartless that spat fireballs. And no matter how he tried to dodge, the fireballs kept hitting him. Contrary to popular belief, Axel could still get burned by fire, he just usually had enough control over the situation to avoid such a thing. But for some reason he hadn't been able to divert these fireballs, and they had set his coat ablaze. The heat had just been unbearable!
... Actually, the heat was still kind of uncomfortable, had someone jacked the thermostat up? He pulled his hand away from his face and squinted in the morning light. His head hurt. His eyes hurt. What time was it? ... What time had he gone to bed? The horizon had been growing green with sunrise when he'd finally given up the househunting mission last night. He knew he shouldn't have kept staying out all night--he knew the kids worried about him, and he knew he was wearing himself out--but they really needed somewhere else to go! And as the oldest member of the household, it was kind of his responsibility to find that place, wasn't it?
He fumbled for his tablet, swiping his hand across the screen and shifting to a half upright position with a grunt. Ugh, his head was killing him. For that matter, his throat was sore, too... what the hell? That was new. ... And why the hell was it so hot in the apartment? If someone had screwed with the thermostat he was going to give them a piece of his mind. He tossed the blanket aside and swung his legs over the edge of the couch.
"Ah--!"
And then suppressed a full-body shudder at the sudden absence of warmth. And that was when the cold grip of dread clenched around Axel's insides: no one had messed with the thermostat. He had dreamed of Agrabah and fire because he was running a fever. His head and throat hurt because he'd gotten himself sick. Really, he should have seen this coming. He'd felt run down and worn out all week; it was only a matter of time before trying to do too much on too little sleep was bound to catch up with him.
Lightdammit anyway. This was not okay. He still had a lot to do! There was still a whole quadrant of the city he hadn't scoped out yet! Besides, if he was sick, that meant everyone in the damn apartment was going to get sick, and Riku would never let him hear the end of that. Riku was probably never going to let him hear the end of it anyway. More than that, what if he wound up getting Roxas and Xion sick?
That cold grip of dread clenched more tightly around his gut as Axel realized that the kids had never actually been sick before. They'd never been exposed to anything, they'd never gotten vaccinations as youngsters... they'd never had the opportunity. Damn, with such fragile immune systems, even a stupid headcold had the potential to cause them real trouble.
Lightdammit again! He'd meant to take them to the clinic when they'd first arrived, actually; after the scare of that awful plague the United Earth had unleashed on the city, he hadn't wanted to take any chances. But things just kept getting in the way: new arrivals, househunting... and the fact that he'd been kind of fuzzy on lack of sleep hadn't helped.
Well, that did it; they were going to the clinic today and that was that. Better late than never, right? He would just have to minimize their exposure until they got vaccinated, right? And that would... uhm. Make it... less... bad? He mostly knew how vaccines worked, but medicine wasn't really his forté, and Vexen had kind of scared him off the subject for good.
Getting to his feet, Axel fought off a wave of dizziness and shambled to his bedroom, pushing the door open and moving to the closet. Sliding the door open quietly he rummaged for a moment until he found a (hideous) yellow and black checkered scarf. He'd looked for a facemask back when he and Riku had taken ill but it seemed Exsilium didn't carry such things, so he'd made do with a scarf instead. Granted, it was obnoxiously colored and sort of made him look like a villain from one of those old train robbery movies when he wore it over his nose and mouth, but he was less concerned with how silly he looked and more worried about not getting Roxas and Xion sick, so he would knock their heads for the inevitable laughter later.
Tying the scarf behind his neck, Axel turned to shake the kids awake, but instead was suddenly overcome with a harsh coughing fit. Great, just what he needed. Now they were going to ask even more questions he wasn't going to want to answer. Bracing himself against the closet opening, he smothered the fit into the scarf as best he could and then pressed a hand against his head.
This officially sucked, and he had the sneaking suspicion it was only going to suck more from here.