lostcarnival | Fever in the Morning ++ OPEN

Who: Doll and you!
When: S2:D11-D22
Where: Around the carnival
What: Where has Doll been while all this Harbinger/Guardian craziness has been happening? Bedridden at the carnival. Which one of you passed her the mono, hmm?
Warnings: Sniffles, adorable sick thing, potentially contagious.

[Uh, Medic? - Backdated S2:D11]

[Sometime soon after Performance Week, Doll starts looking a little pale and feeling a little off. Of course it's probably nothing-- she's tired, she's been working on new routines, not sleeping as well as she did in a comfy bed on the moon. There are so many reasons she could be feeling off.]

[After her last performance, she sets to cleaning and organizing the makeup in the dressing areas. She finds herself trying to hurry because she's so tired that she just wants to get back to her trailer and go to sleep. Maybe she pushed herself too hard on the rope tonight, because she's never felt this warm after a performance. She's never had double vision after a performance either. Forget the makeup, she needs some air.]

[Doll wobbles outside and tries to sit on one of the nearby storage crates-- but misses and falls over. It's a short trip to the ground and she's not hurt, but wow she's dizzy and her limbs feel like solid weights. Is somebody going to find her like this?]

[Should be in Bed]

[Once Doll realized she was sick and wouldn't be able to hang around Wismuth as much as she'd like, she'd dutifully retired to bed in her and Joker's trailer. And for the most part, she's got everything she needs in there-- except for food. Wrapped in a blanket and determined to be at least a little self-sufficient, Doll shuffles across the grounds heading for the mess hall. It's slow going and she's not exactly keeping a low profile here, but how else is she supposed to get fed?]

[WHAT'S Going on Over There?!]

[Is there some ruckus made after something's gone south in Wismuth? Doll's regular sleep cycle is all kinds of ridiculous from doing nothing but sleeping, so anytime of the day or night if there's somebody making noise outside her curiosity will get the best of her. She'll wrap herself in her trusty blanket, put on her slippers and shuffle out of the trailer to see what's going on.]

Oi-- [And she coughs, her throat not used to doing much talking yet.] What's goin' on?

((OOC Note: The last two prompts can happen any old time, she's kicking around the carnival while plot things happen, feel free to date any interaction whenever! :3b))

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[Oh...]

[Doll pulls back, looking a little stung. She's already felt pretty useless, having people coming in and out to make sure she's eating and resting, this seemed like a pretty easy thing to do.]

Taking anything...? Like what?

[ Strange isn't terribly sensitive. AS such, he doesn't register the fact that he's being a bit of a jerk and should at least treat Doll less like she's a walking biohazard and more like someone who's just got the sniffles. ]

You know, medicine from the medical tent, hot drinks, things like that. A glass of brandy does wonders for these sort of things.

[ You can take the man out of the 1810s but you can't take the 1810s out of the man, especially when it comes to medical problems. Doll's feeling under the weather? Booze. ]

Brandy?

[Doll perks up because that's the only thing she hasn't tried yet. It didn't sound like medicine would help, she's been drinking tea like she's trying to divest the carnival of it altogether, and she's been doing nothing but sleeping it seems.]

I haven' tried that...

Might as well give it a shot! [ he responds, giving Doll a shrug. ] I've found that a glass of hot brandy or hot wine helps send the illness on it's way. And, as a matter of fact, I happen to have both brandy and wine in my trailer. Shall I fetch it for you?

[ Strange is very blase about this sort of thing. Forget about West or Okumura and all their weird pills, sometimes a good warm glass of brandy is all that's needed! ]

Oh, I wouldn' think'a troublin' ya Mister Strange. [She's been around, Joker's her brother, she pays attention to these kinds of things.] But, if y'think it might work... I'm right tired'a bein' this useless.

[Doll shuffles her feet and seems to retreat further into her blanket cocoon.]

It can't hurt to give it a try! [ Strange cheerfully responds. ] Now, you go back to bed and I'll be over in a few minutes with the drinks. We'll try one, then wait a while to see if you feel any better, then try the other if you don't.

[ Strange has no patience. For him, 'wait a while' means 'wait five minutes'. We'll see how this turns out. ]

Yeah, I don' suppose it would hurt! [While vacationing on the moon, Doll had partaken of some alcohol, and some of it had really burned something terrible going down. Maybe that would help kill whatever was tickling her throat.]

Alright, I'll leave the door unlocked-- thank you Mister Strange. [She smiles brightly and turns to shuffle back into her and Joker's trailer.]

You're welcome! [ And so, Strange goes back to his trailer to pick up an assortment of booze.

It's ten or so minutes later before Strange returns—and he's actually using the door for once. Awkwardly, Strange opens up the door to Doll's trailer. He's carrying a tray. On the tray is a bottle of brandy, a bottle of wine, and three glasses. The brandy and wine have already been warmed up but Mr. OP Magic User over here can take care of that if things get cold. ]

Miss Doll? [ Strange asks, looking around the trailer to see if he can spot her anywhere. ]

[She's in there alright-- in the middle of a sick explosion. There are empty mugs around her which presumably held tea at one point, some empty bowls, kleenex (what a marvel, paper handkerchiefs!), and at the center of the explosion is Doll wrapped in blankets.]

Hello again Mister Strange. [She sits up with a bright, if not a little hazy, smile. She's pulled over a chair for him, at least.] I'd offer ya somethin' but... don't have much on hand at the moment.

You're sick, [ Strange points out as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. ] It's your job to get better.

[ And so, he sits down on the chair and offers her a glass of warm brandy. The drink is more of a hot toddy than straight up brandy: diluted somewhat, with spices and honey mixed in. And if that doesn't work, well, he's got the rest of the bottle of brandy, just shove that down Doll's throat until she passes out. ]

There you go. Now, drink up!

Still-- don' want ya ta think Joker didn' give me no manners. [And Doll will give and give and give until there's nothing left for her to give. It's no wonder she wants to get better if she wants to help him pick up his books and host a proper visit.]

[She takes the glass carefully, slowly bringing it to her lips so she doesn't spill any of it. The first sniff of it has her nose wrinkling a little, but the spices make it smell very appealing. So she starts sipping.]

[Wow, this is... delicious. And it feels good going down.] How come tea doesn't work like this, all the warmth is-- [She gestures to her throat to indicate it's just staying there and soothing everything.]

[ Strange watches as Doll tentatively sniffs the glass, drinks some, then stares at the glass in slight confusion. And he can't help but grin at it. Her expression is a bit amusing. Doll's old enough, surely she's had a drink like this before, hadn't she? ]

I think it's the alcohol, [ Strange explains, with a little laugh. ] Either that or the honey. Though, I suppose the honey all depends on how you take your tea in the first place!

[ So it's probably the alcohol. ]

'S a lot nicer than the stuff on the moon though! Maybe it is the honey... [Doll shrugs and drinks a bit more, sighing happily as it goes down...]

[And she just keeps right on drinking until the cup is empty, and she is quite happy.]

Who came up with this anyway? Who thought 'Guess I'll put some alcohol in tea'?

[ Most people would be wary about giving a teenager alcohol. Strange is not most people. As Doll chugs down the drink, he sits and smiles, downright pleased with himself.

At her question, he shrugs. ]

I've no idea. All I know is that they must have been very smart! [ it's half teasing, half serious. ] Back home, I'll drink something like this whenever I get a cold.

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