text ; 01/12 ; down by the pool he doesn't have many friends

[postictal]

just so you all know
i think theres a shark infestation
just in general
if theres water near you there will maybe be a shark in it

so until further notice denny isnt serving any drinks until we know there won't be sharks in them

thanks

-tim

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[salutosinedelectat]

Oh, I'm quite sorry to hear that, my good fellow.

I do hope that cough clears up soon. I hear tea helps, but I do suppose the options are limited here.

[postictal]

Not really that simple, but, uh...thanks. [His tone's more than a little guarded.]

You might start feeling pretty sick too, just as a heads up.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Aziraphale looks confused. ]

What do you mean?

[postictal]

I mean, everyone got sick the last time this happened, even people who shouldn't. So just, y'know, be aware of that.

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh.

[ Is all he can think of to say. The idea of...sickness isn't really something he's ever considered could be applied to him, even in the time he's been here, but...considering all other changes, it probably makes sense.

Which-- oh. Oh that's not good, is it? ]

I...see.

What, er- what should I be on the lookout for?

[postictal]

In this case? Coughing, uh, numbness in places. You'll probably end up gagging some petals and stuff. And then it'll start growing all over you.

[He sounds incredibly chill about this entire business, all things considered.]

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Well, that sounds absolutely awful. ]

Petals? Why petals?

[postictal]

'Cause it's a disease that grows flowers on you. And in you. It's a long story.

[Mostly, he just sounds tired.]

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh. That sounds...odd.

How does one avoid it?

[postictal]

[Without missing a beat:]

Telling the truth.

[Yes. Really.]

[salutosinedelectat]

Telling the truth?

[ Really? ]

That's...all?

[ He'll be eating those words in about a week. ]

[postictal]

Yeah. Like...emotional truth. Stuff you don't wanna confess.

[Hence why everyone fucking died last time.]

[salutosinedelectat]

I see...

[ This is going to go as horribly as expected. Though, right now, part of him still believed that he can be careful enough to avoid it. You know, the creature that has never had to deal with diseases of any kind, much less of the magical kind.]

That sounds rather unpleasant.

[postictal]

Yeah, it kinda is. That's why maybe half the people here died last time it happened.

[It was more like a third? But it felt like half.]

[salutosinedelectat]

Good lord. Half?

[ He’s lived through the Great Plague, and he’s well aware that the population here is only a couple dozen, if that, but, still. Being closer to the issue and all.]

[postictal]

I dunno if it was literally half, but it was a lotta people. Like, noticeably a lot.

[Him included! Joy.]

[salutosinedelectat]

I would have assumed that— with the cure being what it is...

[ There is no insignificant amount of irony in the angel making such a statement, but he’ll understand soon enough. Trial by fire, pretty much.]

[postictal]

Yeah, everyone here is allergic to talking about their feelings.

[That, or they plain don't know which feelings merit talking about. Or they're like Tim, who is wholly self-destructive on a good day anyway and doesn't mind death as a consequence.]

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Oh, Tim, you poor soul. ]

That is terribly unfortunate.

But thank you for the warning.

[postictal]

Yeah. No, uh. No problem.

[Well, he's done all he can. Who knows if it'll help?]