[Accidental video post... sort of]

[thirteenth_brat]

[The video opens with a small bit of static and then the Wild Onion's face right up close to the camera. If it's possible, the Onion looks worried and almost as if it's looking at the computer for answers. A soft groan is heard in the background and the Onion turns and goes to the bed. We can see now that the computer is sitting just right for the camera to show a view of the bed. Roxas is asleep, but he's not sleeping peacefully. The Onion doesn't seem to know whether or not it should wake him. It climbs up on the bed and sits for a minute before reaching over to try and wake him.

He wakes on his own, with a bit of a start. The Onion tumbles off the bed, startled. Roxas barely notices it. The Onion gets up and makes an annoyed little noise.]

I told you not to sit there like that. What are you doing anyway?

[The Onion runs back to the computer. Roxas watches it for a second. Then...]

Hey, I told to you leave that alone.

[What would normally be a simple matter of throwing off the covers and jumping out of bed to go shoo the Onion from the computer instead ends up with Roxas on the floor, tangled in his blankets and cursing this illness. For moment, it doesn't look like he's even going to try to get up and he's still cursing under his breath. Then he sits up and untangles himself from the blankets. Tossing them back up on the bed, he stands up. He's a little shaky but otherwise stays standing. He doesn't really look like he's going to stay standing for long though...]

If you somehow managed to sign me up for another stupid newsletter... turn it off. I know I showed you how to do that.

[The Onion presses a couple of buttons and the video ends.]

((OoC: Yeah, the Onion plays with Roxas's computer and may or may not have been trying to get someone to come check on him...))

There are no words for how bad I feel.

[belegwen.livejournal.com]

Ashlyn has colic.

I can't even get out of bed now. Brendan's got ice packs all around me, and I'm taking meds to reduce fever, but it's still 103.8 at the moment. I feel freezing though.

I'm starting to get scared that I'm going to die.

That's stilly, I know. I've always been a hypochondriac. Someone will find a cure, and I'll get better.

Just wish there were a better way to treat the symptoms.

Oh, OW.

[lostscore.livejournal.com]

Everything is just falling apart for me. I don't know whether or no anyone else felt that earthquake (I don't see how ANYONE couldn't have...), but it utterly destroyed a great deal of carefully ordered books and notes.

I can't even be bothered to pick anything up, as this vaguely rundown feeling has progressed to fullblown cold. I'm figuring I have a bit of fever; I'm typing this from the floor of the library because it's cool here damnit.

We NEED to find a cure for this, because if I feel pretty bad, I can only imagine how those who are more progressed in their magical fields must be making out.

I have a theory right now, that this magic illness is being caused by imbalance. Only there doesn't seem to be a 'who', it's freefloating. However, if this theory is correct or not, I can't say - and further to this, it's just a cause, not a cure.

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[shadowchaser.livejournal.com]

Okay, I've mentioned I hate earthquakes, right? Good. Just in case anyone didn't hear me shriek at that last one. Song, I'm gonna check on you in a bit, okay? Just in case you need anything. Mabry, Jalen's willing to help you and Brendan with Ashlyn if you need it. I've also been teaching him how to cook during my better moments, so he can help with that too.

Crys, are you and Will all right? I haven't heard from you and I'm worried.

Fever started last night. It's not too bad right now. I can still get around, anyway. No lectures, I'm getting enough from Jalen.