genessia | My friends don't walk, they run

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My friends don't walk, they run

Who: Alice Liddell and YOU
What: Alice is running a high fever, and gets the bright idea that playing out in the cold will help cool her down. This is clearly a terrible idea
When: Throughout the week
Where: Fayren
Warnings: None at the moment

A: My brain is scattered [Fayren]

It was quite cold outside, but Alice felt like she was on figurative fire. Even holding snow in her hands didn't do much to cool her down. She was currently just walking down the street, not intending to go far from home and just letting herself get some fresh air. Fresh air was supposed to be good when you had a fever, right? She couldn't remember where she heard such a thing, maybe she had made it up. But it sounded like good advice, at the very least.

She was a bit more wobbly than usual from the fever and the slippery nature of the snow and ice on the pavement. Snow boots or not, Alice and balance tended to not get along.

Which is why, for a moment, she was wondering why she was looking up at a wall of gray... only to realize it was the sky and she had slipped flat onto her back and stayed there. Oh... She should most certainly move, she was likely being quite a bother to any passerby. Yes, she should definitely move... Just... not yet. Maybe once everything stopped hurting.

She was in pain, really everything ached, including her head. No. Especially her head. She was quite dizzy at the moment. Was that from the fall or the fever, she wondered?

Or perhaps it could be both.

When the wall of gray was suddenly broken up by a face and then two other identical faces, she offered a curtsy while laying down, more or less just moving her dress underneath her winter coat.

"Hello," she offered. "Could the three of you please stop moving? It's making me terribly dizzy," well... dizzier.

B: You can be Alice, I'll be the mad hatter [Closed to close CR]

She was restricted to bed rest and more importantly, to bed.

When the medicine didn't put her to sleep, she was bored. And a bored Alice meant a fidgety one.

Maybe, if only for a moment, she could just go downstairs for a change of scenary. At the very least, she could move her legs. Maybe she'd make some tea. For once, she actually felt hungry, which considering she pretty much couldn't stomach more than tea and soup before feeling full, was a small sign of improvement. She looked all around and made a "shush" noise to her moonflowers in their windowsill box and grabbed Basil before making to tiptoe to her door.

She opened it and looked up into a familiar face. Drat! She had been caught!

"Oh um... we..." honestly with her mind a bit fuzzy she actually couldn't think of an excuse. So she went for the truth. "We're hungry." She held up Basil whose head flopped forward as if upset about the state of his stomach.

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Flushed, glassy-eyed, and now apparently with double vision... Roland could easily tell Alice was sick. He'd come over when he saw her fall, and offered a hand to help her up.

"What are you doing out here, Alice? You should be resting inside." Despite the scolding, he tries to keep his voice gentle.

Ten is out and enjoying the snow, by here means, he's rolling around in it. When he hears a faint voice and turns, stops and looks up.

It's Alice - and by the looks of it she doesn't look so well or sound so well for that matter.

"Hallo. Sorry." Then offers his hand, "Here, let me make you better."

[It was incredibly difficult for Uai to ignore children on their own. His fatherly instincts kicked in and he paused by Alice, looking down with concern. At first he had wondered if she was making a snow angel, but the poor kid didn't look like she was having much fun.

Her comment on three of him got Uai to look around. He hadn't glitched, had he? But he didn't actually see three other copies of himself... Was she seeing things?]

Are you okay, miss? [He knelt down, not yet offering her a hand. His word choice and tone remained formal, treating her curtsy with equal manners.] What are you doing out here alone?

The Doctor had been just walking the streets of Fayren, exploring the side of the world that she hadn't devoted quite as much time to and enjoying the light snow, and she might have given little thought to the young girl who was walking some meters in front of her had it not been for the way she took a spill on a patch of ice.

She stopped in her tracks with a small sound of surprise and watched for a moment, waiting to see how the little one would handle her fall, but when she seemed to only stir slightly from her place on the ground, she felt a twinge in her gut as her internal parent came roaring back to the surface. No, she should be moving more then that, something was wrong, definitely wrong! She rushed over and looked down at the little girl, putting on a bright smile for her to hide her concern and reassure her, pulling her screwdriver out of her inside pocket as she crouched down to get a good look at her.

"Hello there, Dear, did you take a little tumble?" She blinked at the girl's words, concern growing as she realized the implications. Double vision, she sounded dazed, probably hit her head harder then it looked. She scanned her quickly, stared at the readings, and gaped at the results before stuffing it back in her pocket and kneeling down to get closer, pulling her coat off and draping it over her small frame. "You're burnin' up, should be in bed! Do you have any parents here, sweetheart?"

Towering over Alice, Neil raised an eyebrow at her--and privately, felt a knot of tension in his gut ease because appetite was a good sign. He knew, better than most, the importance of it in recovering from a nasty fever, and if she wanted more than soup or tea or the occasional sip of water he tried to get into her? It was a win.

"Likely story, princess." he sighed, sinking into a crouch so he could catch her around the waist and hoist her up into his arms as he stood so he could carry her back to bed. "I know a jailbreak when I see one--don't blame you, though. I hate bein' stuck in bed, too."

Depositing her back in bed, Neil bent to tuck her back in and kiss her cheek.

"Tell you what: how 'bout I bring you a snack, grab something for me--and a carrot for Basil--and I'll tell you a story while you eat."

And, as subtly as he could, look her over for himself to see just how well she was really recovering.

Charlie was home for the day. It doesn't mean she's not working, it just means she's home. There's paperwork from her cafe's sitting on the kitchen table and Charlie'd gotten herself up from all of those numbers and words to get Andi, one her direwolf puppies, her own food. Her other dog, Vic, was content to be left alone with his chewing bone, thank you very much. With the puppy happily chowing down on her meal, Charlie's stomach informed her she should probably get something to eat, too, so she heads into the kitchen and spots Alice.

"Hey, it's what a kitchen is for, right? Getting food when you want some?"

It's a pretty neat existence, honestly.

"What were you in the mood for? I think there's a thing of chicken noodle soup in there, probably made by Evie."

And Evie's food was always amazing.

He hadn’t noticed her until her fall caught his attention. From the corner of his eye he caught the swift movement from a horizontal figure having lost its position. Not that it was a towering height, by any means, and as he came closer to inspection he also found out just who had lost to gravity. “A girl, here, by herself?” He said softly as his feet made the final few steps to the fallen body. He peered down at her, his bangs and position of his head cast a shadow over his face.

“There’s only one of me.” He felt an urge to make that clear first before anything else. “What are you doing here, alone?”

"Are you?" Regina studied her daughter and then reached down reflexively to test Alice's temperature.

After a moment, she sighed and bent down to scoop Alice up. "Still too warm, but we can't have you being hungry. That'll make you sicker. If I make you some scrambled eggs with cheese, will you go back to bed after you eat?"

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Thirteen is too much of a Mom for me to NOT throw her at this, oh no!

B, for fussy Fire Dad

B: (since they live together.)

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B) so sorry for the delay