Meme time!

[nightstar_13]

To get to know each other better, I invite you all (muns and muses) to play this silly game :)

Whatever happens in this thread is for crack only and totally out of continuity (unless you want otherwise).

Follow the rules, have fun.

THE SICK MEME☻ post your character(s), one per comment

Comments

[angry_robin]

AtCHO~O! [sniffles] ... fuck.

[cass_batgirl]

Cass wanders in, holding a crock pot of Alfred's Chicken noodle soup. She'd gone to the man after her own attempts to make such yielded disastrous results. The Asian woman sets it down counter and regards the man before her. He looks miserable and utterly pathetic. Hardly a thread to anyone, save possibly the world's tissue supply.

"Eat," she instructs as she goes over to push the man out of his make shift bed. Sleeping in blankets he's been sweating on wouldn't help him get better.

[angry_robin]

[damn cold. Catarrh must have blocked-up his brain too, 'cuz]

Hands off. [sniffles] Not in the mood for Chinese food.

[is the best he manages to say]

[cass_batgirl]

"Soup," she corrects him. "Alfred's." She doesn't stop her efforts, inside her fingers ghost over pressure points in a warning.

Jason is in no condition to fight her on this. Or anything else. "Up."

[nightstar_13]

[curled up under a blanket]

[cisskabob]

...Are you all right?

[nightstar_13]

Not really. [sheakes head, shivers] I just hope it's not a cold...

[blond_vigilante]

*rubs her temples, trying to ignore the throbbing pain from her headache, and the achiness*

[failing_civics]

...What's wrong?

[blond_vigilante]

*Steph groans* Ugh... I have NO idea. All I know is I feel horrible...

[failing_civics]

Yeah? Can I get you anything? Like... Tylenol? Or soup or something?

[broodingbat]

He sits stoically at the computer in the Cave. He's looking at the file on the screen but not really seeing it. Not when he can feel it coming. Just there, behind it, where he can't quite....

"ACHOOOOO!" comes the explosive sneeze. It's the third one since he'd woken up this "morning."

No, he can't be sick. He doesn't have time for it, so he'll just put it out of his mind.

"Achoo!"

Damnit.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim yanked his blankets over his head and tucked them close to keep the cooler air out. He had a headache, and the miserable skin-crawling feeling that usually came with fever, and he was cold. Shivering.

He hated everything.

[blond_vigilante]

*Steph frowns when she sees Tim under the blankets* Tim...? Do you want me to make you soup or something? *she sits down next to him*

[mrsarcastic003]

"Mmph." He pulled the blankets down tighter over his ears. "Maybe," he mumbled through his blanket-cocoon. "I think I'm dying."

[blond_vigilante]

*Steph scrunches her eyebrows together* I hope you're not dying Tim. You're probably not... But it feels like it.

I'll... Get you some soup?