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Cup 017: Iroh [In Person]

[Iroh's in his favorite place, the kitchen, but he isn't his jolly old self. He's got a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and he clutches his cup of tea between two shaking hands. His nose looks rather red.]

To think that I could come down with something like this at my age...

[He groans and sips his tea.]

Ooooh...my head...

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_{[ Vegeta comes into the kitchen. He's not feeling well himself and makes it apparent with a few coughs into his fist here and there. He was just as irritated being sick and went through the cabinets, looking for sustenance that would somehow soothe him as well as ease his stomach, only hearing part of the old man's words as he spoke. Fuck this being sick bullshit. Vegeta didn't get sick. How could this happen? ]}

Ggh...

It appears that none of us are well today.

[He smiles as best he can at Vegeta, still clutching his teacup.]

Have some tea. It'll make you feel better.

Figures. I can't imagine how this could have happened without it being a coincidence. [ Obvious sarcasm is obvious. ]

_{[ Tea actually sounds good. And in a brief moment of hesitation, he takes up your offer. He's not a tea man, but hey, perhaps it will help. Being sick = foreign concept. Y SO STUFFY, PRINCE? ]

[ He takes a cup and pours himself some tea. ]}

Indeed. So many people here are sick today I wonder if this is the new plot.

[He pulls a wry face.]

If that's the case I think our dear Author is running out of ideas.

I'm not susceptible to human diseases, so it has to be her doing.

_{[ Vegeta sits himself down with a grunt before coughing into his elbow. Once he's recovered, he sips the tea with a grunt. ]}

I hope the tea at least makes you feel better. It always does for me.

[Iroh sips his tea.]

Worse things could be happening. Think of it that way.

I'll take anything over being trounced by simple bacteria...

_{[ He takes another sip. He's not liking how swollen his throat is that even swallowing tea that otherwise would be quite relaxing becomes a painful chore. ]}

Auch!... Where's a senzu bean when you need one...

It does teach you to respect the small, simple creatures, doesn't it? That anyone, great or small, king or peasant, is laid low alike by a sickness.

[Your moment of zen brought to you by a mildly delirious Iroh.]

I don't know how much that would help...I always find tea and rest are the best cures for colds.

[Aoko is not feeling her best either- but you'd never know it because she's absolutely refusing to let it show.]

[She moves into the kitchen, as energetic as ever and moves over to cupboard to get the green tea packets out and start boiling water- the green tea is sure to make her feel ten times better!]

Eh? [Now she notices she's not the only one here]

Are you okay, Ojisan?

[Iroh smiles at Aoko as best he can.]

Yes. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before. Just a head cold.

[He coughs.]

And my chest. I'll be fine.

[He groans theatrically.]

[She frowns heavily at him--not at all impressed with this answer]

Mou, Ojisan, you should be resting- you can't get better if you don't sleep it off.

Ah, you're probably right. But I've already slept in today and I needed my tea...

[He takes a sip and gulps it down, pulling a face.]

Sore throat. Even tea is less enjoyable now.

[she frowns again and moves over to fix up her own tea]

Ne, have you ever tried inhaling the steam from green tea? It's usually calming and helps me when my throat is sore.

Indeed I have. I have tried all my old tricks, but I haven't been sick in a long time. It's not a pleasant thing, at my age.

I don't think being sick is pleasant at any age.. [she is going to inhale the steam coming from her own cup of tea-- yes, she is sick too, just... not... showing it.]

[Hayato walked into the kitchen, hands stuffed in his pockets and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His lighter had run dry and the most logical place he could think to find a new one was the kitchen. He wasn't feeling exactly ontop of his game, and hoped that a good nicotine fix would make him feel better.

He glances over at the old man, not paying him any mind at first as he looks around the kitchen. Then it slowly enters his mind that he cussed out some 'old-guy-gone-child' not long after he first arrived... and had yet run into any old men since... crap this had to be the guy! Shit... while he wouldn't admit it in a thousand years, he REALLY hadn't handled that week well.

The teen very awkwardly continues his search, looking at a brisker pace then before]

[Iroh looks up. He recognizes Hayato, of course, but he doesn't say anything. The boy's clearly embarrassed. Instead Iroh just calls out a greeting.]

Hello there.

[Hayato jumps fumbling with the lighter he had found and almost dropping it before whipping around to Iroh. Dammit! He was making himself look like an idiot! He quickly straightens up and coughs a bit to clear his throat.]

H-hello....

[Iroh smiles. He totally knows what Hayato is thinking.]

I hope you are well. Better than I am, at least.

[Curse you Iroh and your teenage mindreading ways!

And hello awkward greetings subject change!]

I'm fine, [Stuffy-nosed sniff] you sick er somethin'?

[Because Hayato is clearly not. CLEARLY/]

I am. A pity, really, but I've had far worse illnesses than this. It's just a small cold.

[He drains his cup of tea and sighs, then coughs.]

Forgive me. It seems you aren't so well, either.

I'm fine. Just stuffed up... it's just pollen er somethin'...

["De Nile" ain't just a river in Egypt...]

Ain't colds supposed to be worse for old people anyway?

[Hayato meant well by his words... though conveying it in a socially acceptable manner was still an issue he needed to work on. He takes up a cigarette and lights it, hopefully getting some nicotine in his system would help him feel better]

[Soma was feeling the illness too - and if he hadn't known about the author, he'd have been freaking out a bit more about it; he'd never been sick a day in his life, and he wasn't sure he COULD get sick barring weird intervention.]

[At least he got some schadenfreude out of being aware of Matthias sulking...]

[He'd wandered into the kitchen with plans of the slightly horrible concotion of honey and lemon juice his mother'd inflicted on him, but he paused when he saw Iroh; he remembered the old man from the plot a few months ago...]

Sifu? Are you alright?

[Iroh looks up at Soma, sniffles, and offers a watery smile.]

I am well, given the circumstances. The aches and pains of age on top of this sickness...I've been better.

[The only sound Malone had made in hours was the gentle chime of his bells. Even whimpering or moaning about his throat being sore hurt too much to do. Thus it is a very subdued Fool that is now crawling miserably into the kitchen on his hands and knees.]

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Am I too late to join the party?