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[priestoftravel]

Boredom strikes in even the most patient people, causing them to do a number of strange things. They'll hang upside down, they'll play checkers with themselves, they'll do anything to escape the lull of reality

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[cheevy]

It turns out -- something Miniver had actually forgotten in the past few months -- that being REALLY sick is also incredibly boring when one isn't busy doing things like, for example, counting the tiles on the bathroom floor for the eighth time.

(There are 356. That he can usually see without moving.)

It's also really tiring, which is why he can't be buggered to go home and get any of the books he actually WANTS to read. So he's sprawling over a table, lining up used tissues in rose-window-like designs.

Thrilling. And perhaps a little gross.

[priestoftravel]

Nick finally looked down from his work, ruffling the braid back out of his hair as his eyes adjusted back to see the span of the room, and saw Miniver's boredom in progress. "Hey, you're that guy from Life Support, aren't you?" He asked, standing and lighting a cigarette before moving over and dropping himself closer, long legs stretched out before him. "Wow, you look like shit! I know of a great herbal remedy for stuffy noses, if you want."

Tactless priest is tactless!

[cheevy]

But truth is truth. Miniver does look like shit. Shit with puppy eyes.

"Oh... really? What is it?" He'd pay a lot for that right now.

He'd also take a bullet to the head.

Either way.

[priestoftravel]

Both of which are something Nick could offer, free of charge!

"Let me talk to Bar, see if she'll whip some up for you, okay? Works like a charm, we always had the stuff back at the orphanage, because if one kid gets sick? They all get sick."

He slid back out of his seat and walked up to bar, telling her the folk remedy's ingredients and their amounts and how it was prepared. A moment after he finished, he had the steaming mug of brew procured and he also got some chicken soup.
Because nothing helps like chicken soup, even where he came from. He returned and set both down in front of the hippie. "There you have it. There's native Stantal herbs in the tea, mostly cactuses and weeds you'd find in the desert, a little bit of pepper for taste, and a whole lot of honey. You'd be surprised at how good it tastes, though. Need anything else? I'm here to lend a helping hand."

[thiefprinceremy]

"Y'know, t'at sort've t'ing works better wit' a mirror mon ami." Came the lazy drawl from the next booth over, or, rather, from Remy's face propped up on his elbows on the divider between the booths, "Jus' sayin'."

This was followed by a grin and: "Long time no see, how've y'been?"

[priestoftravel]

His eyes went from the strands of hair to Remy and he smirked, "Dead and restless, how about yourself?"

It had been a long time!

[thiefprinceremy]

He shrugged, "Not so dead, jus' as restless." There was a bit of clambering as he climbed over the divider to sprawl into Wolfwood's booth instead of the one he'd taken over, "I'm goin' take a wild stab an' guess t'at's t'reason for t'hair braidin'."

[priestoftravel]

"You're a master of keen observation." Nick replied. "Actually, I was thinking about taking a few days off, outside the Bar. I've been fixing up an old motorcycle that I found in Belle's garage on my lunch hours, and might just take that beauty out for a little joyride one of these days, see the world I never knew."

Nick didn't know why Belle had a bike in her garage, but chances were, it wasn't hers, and nobody else wanted to lay claim to it, so he bought it off her with half of his paycheck (even IF she insisted to gift it) and started rebuilding it.

"I need to get on the road, a traveler like me can't be cooped up in one place, I'm going NUTS."