week 8 - monday & tuesday

[productions]

murder manor week eight



monday, tuesday

10 players remaining.

This is a general mingle post. Please put your character's name, the time, and location in the subject heading of their comment. Players may also thread in logs, either posted to murdermanor or in a private locked journal post filtered to include productions.

Please remember the effects of this week's incentive.

Setting & Rules
Private Conversations
Plotting

Comments

[vytis]

In your stomach--hold on. [Lithuania hurries out of the room and returns, looking dizzy and more exhausted than he should from just traveling from Poland's wing to his own and back but with a cold washcloth in hand. He will press it to Poland's forehead next.]

You really are burning up.

[notyetlost]

[Poland stares up at Lithuania, his eyes focusing and un-focusing as the wash cloth is pushed onto his forehead. It feels nice compared to what his entire body is doing to him, but it barely makes a dent in his discomfort. After some time, Poland's delirium relents.]

...

[Poland's not even sure what to say at this point to make this seem less terrible than it really is.]

[vytis]

...Poland? [Lithuania's voice is uncertain, though he thinks Poland seems to be focusing on him properly now. He tugs at Poland's sheets to smooth them out.]

[notyetlost]

... [Poland grimaces, swallowing thickly.]

I'm sick.

[vytis]

You are. [Lithuania sits on the edge of Poland's bed and smooths out his hair.] Have you eaten anything all day?

[notyetlost]

...Annie brought me something earlier.

[His eyes drift to the waste basket momentarily, but he doesn't mention the inevitable vomiting.]

[vytis]

That was nice of her. [Fussing with Poland's pillows to fluff them up a bit more. He doesn't like seeing Poland like this--Poland is supposed to be energetic all the time, not pale and half-dead.] I could bring you some water... It would be bad if you got dehydrated.

[notyetlost]

If you want...[Poland shivers and pulls his blankets up around him more. At least Lithuania wouldn't pour it down his throat.]

[vytis]

[He frowns, tugs the blankets up more around Poland, smooths them out, and then stands up.]

I'll be back in a moment.

[And he is, with water. He puts it where Poland can reach but doesn't try to force it on him. He wobbles and almost falls, but manages to catch his balance and sit down again.]

Try to drink at least a little bit, if you can.

[notyetlost]

[Poland cringes at Lithuania and his hand moves up to mask his eyes.

Moments later tears are rolling down his cheeks.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania startles visibly.] P-Poland? Are you alright? I-I mean--

[He reaches out to Poland automatically.]

[notyetlost]

[Poland reverts to Polish.] I-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[vytis]

[Lithuania switches to Polish as well.] You don't--why are you saying that? There's nothing for you to be sorry for!

[notyetlost]

I promised I wouldn't...

[Poland gives a panicked look to the wall his room shared with Anastasia's.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania follows Poland's gaze, but it takes him another moment before he catches on.]

No--no, you're not going to die. [He shifts forward enough that he can carefully pull Poland into a hug.] You'll be alright. You'll be fine.

[notyetlost]

[Poland trembles noticeably into Lithuania's chest.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania pets Poland's hair and tries to soothe him.] You aren't as sick as some of the others are. You'll get better. I don't think it'll be much longer.

[notyetlost]

Kocham Cie.








[This wasn't how he wanted this moment to be.]

[vytis]

[Regardless of the exact circumstances of the moment, Lithuania's breath still catches a little in a way unrelated to his illness.]

Aš tave myliu.