Apr. 7th, 2011

[identity profile] arsenic-catnip.livejournal.com
[Feeling altogether miserable, Nepeta drags herself down from the upper level of the library to the kitchen. Sniffling a bit, Nepeta digs through the refrigerator, pulling together something that approached a meal. She had spent the last two days in the library, and although she wasn’t hungry, she knew that she needed to eat something.

Once she had accumulated her meal, she climbs onto the counter next to the sink, wraps her jacket around her tighter, and starts to eat, keeping an eye on the doors.
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[identity profile] 7forsecrets.livejournal.com
[She'd been ... alarmed and annoyed by the onset of the illness - she'd never BEEN ill before barring some unpleasantness when some brilliant soul had tried to poison her.]

[And as per how she normally handled things physically wrong, she'd ignored it and prepared to wait it out and avoid letting on that anything was off.]

[That was shot a little to Hell when she was en route to the kitchen, attempting to keep a normal routine...]

[And suddenly the world and gravity seemed to decide to no longer point up consistently, but rather spin out like a busted gyroscope, leaving her collapsed in a heap in the hallway near the kitchen, her balance abruptly devoured by vertigo and an attack of weakness.]

[She was still recovering from what, by now, looked like the distant aftermath of a nasty fight with someone with a sword, although to judge by her healing injuries it should've been months ago and not last week...]
[identity profile] thumbonmylip.livejournal.com
[[Familiar, to some, lanky pale hands pass by the communicator, shoved deep into blue pants and half obscured by a white shirt. It's momentarily shown and it's only because of the approach near to the apparatus. His face is obscured by the height at which he's chosen to leave the communicator and furthermore so is the room, along with the rest of him save for waist height as he plucks up the device no higher and shoves it into his pocket.

Thusly, this ends the accidental video. Nice try, he's learned things happen accidentally.]
]



//In Person//

[[L's shuffling his way along the hallway out of his and Light's room, furthermore he's looking rather well considering the rest of the place. Or his time he spent with Ulquiorra who was obviously also sick just the other day.

His steps aren't calculated, he's already gone up and down these halls enough to obsess over mental mapping of areas. It feels, though, like he's been asleep for some time. He's restless. His encounter with Light a ways back is far from his mind but at least by its surface but at the moment he's not going to dwell on it.

As far as he's concerned at this very time, it's whoever's body it was; considering even his movements were limited to Light's own. He's hoping to run into the body, truthfully, to dissect it with a few well placed questions. Either way, he's going to make his rounds, see what he can see and maybe even hunt down something sweet if he can manage to find it.]
]




((OOC: instead of putting like 29387492343 places, I put a few and.. you can choose if you have a favourite. He's wandering.))
[identity profile] chaotictherapy.livejournal.com
[Illness was an ironic development for Pyramid Head. It was unusual to feel groggy and faint. Those were exclusively for humans or the living. God had never intended for him to be suceptable to such things. Staggering more than normal around the manor, he'd left the Great Knife and spear behind because he couldn't carry them. Frustration was the term here.

The being carried on through the corridors, finding himself using the walls for support... Well he at least had something entertaining to remember. Perhaps he'd pay a visit to Nina again to soothe his rapily fraying nerves.]
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[This is a revolutionary post in many ways. First off. Mikami means to post this as audio (which is amazing enough, Mikami being not stable enough to type...), but accidentally hits the video button. Well, he's certainly not looking very well, his fever is probably at 40°. His voice is hoarse]

I won't be holding office hours until I [A pause as he tries to make his voice work again] get better. I... apologize...

[It was doubtful that many people knew that their prosecutor even had office hours in first place (or that there even was a prosecutor), but Mikami feels obliged to tell people that he's not doing them. Which is... truly new. Mikami has never ever been so sick that he had to take a break from work. This bothers him. A lot.

In an attack of extreme coughing, the video is turned off]


[identity profile] moar-food-plz.livejournal.com
[ Yeah, Goku has sort of been on the down low lately. He hasn't been outside to do any training. He hasn't even been in the kitchen all that much either. Some people may have seen him briefly shuffling around, each day looking worse and worse. The poor man is sick out of his mind and without having his wife around to take care of him... well yeah... he's kinda hopeless. You'll see this guy laying on the couch, passed out, all bundled up in a thick blanket and snoring. ]

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