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Who: Doumeki [talldarknsnarky and Watanuki [promisedtime]
What: Recovery log. Trying to sort out and deal with a couple of changes.
Where: Studio apartment 1. We figured it'd be more spacious for visitors + closer to where they were running from.
When: Some time after this log with the assumption that people are taking turns in watching Doumeki.
The only advantage they had this time was that they already knew what to expect from Ichijou's own turning: three days of pain, fever, and weakness. Three days of coping with the differences and thinking over and over again about what should have been done, what steps could have been taken to prevent such an incident, and what will happen in the days ahead.
It was late into the first night when Watanuki stepped in the room Doumeki was resting in - his room, really, since the idea of having someone ill on the couch offended his sense of hospitality, and he didn't want to abuse the use of the apartment's common space. He had also provided snacks to the person who took the shift before his, and for the people who would later take over.
THe night, in truth, was only beginning.
Watanuki gently closed the door behind him and sat on the chair beside the bed, stopping only to scratch a sleeping Mugetu's nape. The fox was sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed, spent from the day's events, his tails curled around him. Several people would likely be surprised with the appearance of such a unique-looking creature, but right now they had no choice but to stay put and hold off figuring out how to return him to his other appearance. It was doubtful that the mountain on the Island had the same magic as the one that could be accessed through the daffodil vase.
He sighed a little and turned to the occupant of the bed. The flares of the pain had thankfully subsided for now, but he was still feverish. Watanuki took the damp cloth from Doumeki's forehead and soaked it into a basin of water sitting on the table, wrung out the excess moisture, and wiped the other's face before checking on the bandages wrapped around his torso.
Of all the things he'd be doing here, he never thought it would turn out like this.
What: Recovery log. Trying to sort out and deal with a couple of changes.
Where: Studio apartment 1. We figured it'd be more spacious for visitors + closer to where they were running from.
When: Some time after this log with the assumption that people are taking turns in watching Doumeki.
The only advantage they had this time was that they already knew what to expect from Ichijou's own turning: three days of pain, fever, and weakness. Three days of coping with the differences and thinking over and over again about what should have been done, what steps could have been taken to prevent such an incident, and what will happen in the days ahead.
It was late into the first night when Watanuki stepped in the room Doumeki was resting in - his room, really, since the idea of having someone ill on the couch offended his sense of hospitality, and he didn't want to abuse the use of the apartment's common space. He had also provided snacks to the person who took the shift before his, and for the people who would later take over.
THe night, in truth, was only beginning.
Watanuki gently closed the door behind him and sat on the chair beside the bed, stopping only to scratch a sleeping Mugetu's nape. The fox was sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed, spent from the day's events, his tails curled around him. Several people would likely be surprised with the appearance of such a unique-looking creature, but right now they had no choice but to stay put and hold off figuring out how to return him to his other appearance. It was doubtful that the mountain on the Island had the same magic as the one that could be accessed through the daffodil vase.
He sighed a little and turned to the occupant of the bed. The flares of the pain had thankfully subsided for now, but he was still feverish. Watanuki took the damp cloth from Doumeki's forehead and soaked it into a basin of water sitting on the table, wrung out the excess moisture, and wiped the other's face before checking on the bandages wrapped around his torso.
Of all the things he'd be doing here, he never thought it would turn out like this.