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[resident_alice]

Alice felt like death warmed over.

It was an expression she was familiar with, having died at least once before, but so far on the island she hadn't come anywhere near feeling this physically wrecked. Her nose was blocked, every time she opened her mouth she coughed, and her head felt as if it had a few liters of extra liquid floating around

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[gotacigarette]

The ticking would have driven a lesser woman mad by now. In Eden's case, it's just making her bad tempered. She stands in the kitchen door for a moment, looking at the back of Alice's head for a moment and then she walks in. The soles of her boots leave wet prints on the floor.

As she passes, she lightly touches the back of Alice's neck.
It's a sign of how she's growing.

"Not dead yet then?"

[resident_alice]

Alice jumped a little at the touch, but as soon as she looked up and saw it was Eden, she calmed and even managed a little smile.

"Been there," she sniffed, coughed into her mug. "Done that." A long swig did nothing to soothe her burning throat, and she grimaced. "What about you? Have you escaped the plague?" Reaper and T-Virus be damned, this thing wasn't going to get the better of her, much less Eden.

[gotacigarette]

"You give me that cold and I'll kick your ass, you bitch."

Eden gives Alice the sweetest smile that she can muster as she pours herself some coffee.

"Seriously. Stay away from me. I'm a nightmare when I'm sick."

As Bill Nelson could well testify.

[resident_alice]

Alice laughed, but it turned into a coughing fit and she nearly spilled her coffee.

After it died down, she straightened in her chair and fixed Eden with a crooked grin. "Yeah, I guess you gotta keep yourself in top shape for your new career as a dancer," she said. "How'd your audition go, anyway? Anybody die?"

[rebellious_lady]

"Are you well?" Marian looks at the woman in concern, her stomach growling. It seems, though she is told it is too early still, that she is always hungry. Bodies, she thinks, do not listen to logic and timelines very well.

[resident_alice]

"I've been better," Alice coughed truthfully, glancing at the other woman. Marian, she recalled in the dim recesses of her fuzzy brain. Liked archery. Alice had never got around to practicing with her and she definitely wasn't in any state to now. She smiled wryly to herself - her crossbow had gotten hardly any use since she'd received it. She had to get on that sometime. She was getting soft.

"You? I think I heard a bear. Better watch out for that."

[rebellious_lady]

Marian only laughs, her hand resting on her stomach, it's flatness betraying nothing yet. "It seems that I am hungrier than I thought. Would you mind?"

She has pulled things from the fridge; filled a plate with them. "The doctors here are a great help if you are unwell."

[resident_alice]

Alice dropped her gaze back into her coffee cup.

"I don't like doctors," she said simply.

[sgmitchell]

The rain might've stopped, but he still had a craving for drink. It helped that the smaller the room, the less potential...people were in it.Upon entering the kitchen, it took him a moment to recall the name of the woman already there. Alice. IPD, ITF, and a bit of a fan of rain. It was a careless thing, perhaps, but women rarely registered in his mind as someone Morgan might've...done her Ancient thing with.

"Fresh coffee?"

[resident_alice]

Alice knew she'd probably started getting the cold right about that time she'd run into Mitchell on the steps, but she didn't blame him. It wasn't his fault she'd been stupid about it.

"Please," she grunted, holding out her half-full cup. "Mine's cold. Well...not as fresh as I'd like, anyway. Thanks," she added, almost as an afterthought.

[sgmitchell]

He wasn't the best...coffee maker, but she was a fellow member of the IPD and the ITF. That might not count for an astounding amount on the island...but he knew what to expect from her in an emergency, and he was fairly certain she'd back him up if it came down to it.

"Comin' right up. You take sugar?"

[resident_alice]

"Not this time," said Alice. "Just as long as it's...strong."

She leaned over, resting her forehead against the cool surface of the table, and sighed. Her head was buzzing - she wasn't sure if it was from the other people in the kitchen or the cold. Probably a mix of both.