Mm.

[eagle_of_words]

Well, hello there, you lot. Hello, ma belle. *small rueful smile* I'm home. I'm afraid I've contracted something of a dangerous illness while I was away. My luck, eh

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[retiredhorseman]

I'd apologize, but.. not really sorry.

[eagle_of_words]

*laughs tiredly* Of course not. No need to apologise for a thing. My quarrel's with that brazen strumpet of strumpets, Fate, anyway. Please, continue to infect. *waves a hand*

[eagle_of_words]

Well, hardly, my dear fellow. *wobbles at being poked*

I haven't the faintest. We'll have to find Joly and ask him. All I know is that it feels one hell of a good deal like being drunk, but with the hangover having stepped in altogether more quickly than it has any right to do.

Having a bit of trouble stringing coherences together, too. By God! *grins a little* You never know what's in store, do you? Little trip across America, said the damned typist. Harmless fun, she said. Oh, well. *laugh, wobble*

[eagle_of_words]

As do I, of course.

Oh, please do. I could do with a joke, you know. Besides, I'm really rather terrible at quiet and restful. You know me.

[jehan_prouvaire]

Oh, good heavens.... I do hope you are all right. Well, yes, it's lovely to see you back, but... oh dear, not a very good state to return in.

I hope it's nothing horribly serious. Do take care of yourself. :)

[eagle_of_words]

Don't be ridiculous, mon poete. With me, it's always something horribly serious. But I expect I'll live, don't you? Being already dead does help. *small grin*

Good to see you, too.

[jehan_prouvaire]

Oh dear....

Yes, yes, you'll live...but I wouldn't want you to make it any worse...oh dear...oh...*flails*

It's lovely, utterly lovely, to see you... Just...please get well soon. Drunk plenty of fluids, and, er, um... I don't know what else..

[eagle_of_words]

I know. My petit, don't listen to wretched old Eagle. He's nattering, a delightful quaint word which means rambling like the ass he is on account of being lightheaded as hell. *gentle*

Fluids, eh? I'll go see R immediately.

[humane_agnostic]

*takes one look*

Sit down before you fall over and crack your head. *firmly guides him to a nearby chair* There. That's better. Now at least your skull'll be intact when Joly shows up.

We got your postcards here! I've been told to tell you that I am quite well. Thank you so much for writing, dear fellow.

[eagle_of_words]

My dear fair 'Ferre, I've got a jolie Joly somewhere. You needn't fuss. My skull's taken far worse, I assure you.

Ah. Good. I applaud the postal service. *isn't saying anything about the letter if 'Ferre isn't*

[humane_agnostic]

I strongly suspect that if I stop fussing my brain will stop entirely.

An excellent thing it is, indeed. Even though it seems to delay one's letters and speed one's notes through. *doesn't think it's a subject for the general public, so... yes. Later*

[eagle_of_words]

Oh, well, in that case. Keep it up, good fellow.

Does it? Pity about that. Still, I'm hardly one to expect perfection, and, after all, I sent notes. *no. no, it isn't. and, um. >_< much later*

[valetudinarius]

...Ah, Bossuet! *resits after a bit of consideration, the urge to tacklehug*

You're ill, though? This is so terrible, and too much even for you to have after two weeks out and then just arriving and-- *frowns*

Well, you must not disappear. Ever again. It just would not be fit at all for you to leave like that and pretend to be dead, whatever would I do without you?

If you're going to go off anywhere and be miserable for any reason, you're going off with me, and we'll end this oddity.

Er.. somehow. *more-than-vaguely worried look*

[eagle_of_words]

*hangs back likewise. considering some things and whatnot, is assuredly not going to be himself around Joly of all people* Ah, yes! Bossuet!

I fear I am. Couldn't do a think about it, evidently.

Again, I fear-- *gestures expressively* Two weeks I've been alotted, my belle, and then it's off again.

*smiles tiredly* You are an excellent fellow, Joly.

[valetudinarius]

*would not at all resist urges were Bossuet not ill, and almost decides against resisting anyway*

Again, though? I suppose, I have one week and then 'm off for a week, but if you'll be away when I return, I simply do not see how I can cope with it all. *coughs with a pained look* This is just too much.

Yes yes, but you are most excellent.

[eagle_of_words]

*er. might. things odd just at present. wavers a little unsteadily*

I fear so. It's all quite stinking mad, my beautiful one, but there is nothing to be done, so we'll have to put on a brave face and charge ahead.

Me? Oh, for God's sake don't say that. *grins weakly* You're fantasising, jolie.