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[So. It's raining.

Nevermind the odd and frankly bizarre side effect the rain seems to cause, but nevertheless during this time of the month? It's also freezing. Both are a unique combination this kid is not used to, being from what practically amounts as a desert planet. Naturally a cold was bound to happen sooner or later, and it doesn't help that he hasn't exactly met his physical contact quota recently; although, he hasn't quite taken that part into account yet.

So, when he makes a post, he sticks with text for now. Trying to speak - let alone sing - with a cold was already enough as it is.]

Does anyone know good ways for dealing with a cold? Specifically any home remedies that've worked for you in the past?

[He's about to type more when suddenly a sneeze abruptly cuts off that train of thought. ... It's a good thing he went with text here!]

Anything you have to offer would be appreciated.

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Hey, Ashe here, I'm a healer and I've got some medicinal teas. What building are you in? I'm 2-2-2.

Nice to meet you, Ashe. I'm Rudy. [Introductions aside...] Those would be great if you don't mind parting with them. I don't have a whole lot to give in return, though.

[The last part is force of habit, if anything. Medicinal herbs, let alone teas, were sometimes rather hard to come by back home, and they could be rather expensive.]

And, well... would it be okay with you if we met somewhere else?

[She seems nice and he appreciates the help, but the offer seemed a bit... forward too.]

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[Well, that's kind of a weird request, but she rolls with it, pausing to poke through her gear. She's used to working out of her home, but if someone wants a housecall, she's fine with that too.]

Herb supply is never a problem as long as I have sufficient lead time. I'll trade you if you've got some cooking pans I can borrow. I'm making the sweet potatoes for Pete's Thanksgiving thing.

[Well. Rudy might be young, but he's been around other drifters long enough to know an older woman pretty much inviting herself to a fifteen-year-old boy's room (or vice versa) was, well... it sometimes carried certain implications where he was from. Implications he wasn't exactly comfortable with, hence why he's wary; although, he's sure they probably didn't mean it that way. It'd be another story if he knew (and trusted) them well enough, however.

He's in no condition to leave his room, lest his cold get even worse, but he's willing to deal with that risk.]

I should have a few of those around here. [Frankly, he feels a little better doing it this way. He'd feel bad if he just accepted their help with nothing to offer in return.] Would meeting outside of Building #1 be okay with you?

... And what exactly is this Thanksgiving thing, if you don't mind me asking?

[If Ashe knew about his concerns she would be stunned and disgusted. She's from a pretty terrible world herself, but it takes a pretty gigantic leap of logic to automatically start worrying that the professional healer offering to help you is plotting to jump your underaged, cold-infected, sight-unseen bones. Fortunately, he hasn't accused her of anything out loud, so she's still going about the business of doing her job.]

That's fine, I'll be down in twenty minutes with tea packets. Don't leave the lobby. It's still pouring.

[There's a pause as she gets everything she needs together.]

It's basically an Americanized harvest festival with turkey as a central dish.

[Doing her job is certainly not out of the question. However, for a stranger ask for a young boy's address right off the bat, well... it's not hard to find that a bit questionable. It seemed rather forward to Rudy, and he had to be cautious after all. It carries a lot of implications, and not necessarily ones directed towards Ashe herself. Nor necessarily the ones Ashe would be inclined to jump to.

Of course, Rudy is mostly sure she probably did not mean it that way. Other people, on the other hand, that could be a different story. And naturally with Rudy being the private person he is, it isn't exactly unfounded nor unreasonable for him to be a little wary. He simply does not invite strangers to his room.

He'll quickly leave to collect the necessary items for her arrival, but he still manages a response in-between his gathering.]

A harvest festival? Sounds like a lot of fun. I'm not sure if these pots or pans are exactly what you're looking for, but hopefully they'll be of use.

[The video feed flickers a few times before the text reply actually comes... someone is still getting a hang of this whole technology thing.]

I was so often given a drop of honey when my voice fell hoarse; though I recall my lord father was given a tincture of bitter liquorice and aniseed when he fell ill. I would sooner suggest the honey.

[He sees the flickering, but he's patient enough to wait to let them get the hang of it. Oddly enough, he's adjusted rather quickly himself... though really, there's still the fact that communicating like this was a little strange as it is. Rudy was more used to face to face conversations.]

Honey doesn't sound bad, especially if it's combined with a hot drink. Never thought of trying it by itself though.

[As was he, but... work with what you've got, right?]

To say naught of its relief on days so cold and wet. Though I would not be surprised if the weather first left you in such a state.

[Though if he was sick from the rain...]

Are you well enough to tend to yourself?

Got it in one.

[With all that rain going on, it's probably not that far off an assumption anyway.]

I think I'm just not used to weather like this. But I'm sure it'll pass sooner or later.

I would hope. Though I hear murmurs that this is to be expected of the season. At what length I know not, but I would hope as fast in passing as in onset.

[Strange, though; he hadn't seen many text messages on the terminals since he'd arrived...]

Have we met? I am Ramza Beoulve. I arrived last month.

I wouldn't know. This sort of weather back home is once in a blue moon. I'll take your word for it.

[Normally he'd use the other functions but... well, right now would be a little awkward. And thinking about it now, simply typing everything was a lot less strange looking versus talking into it. Now that would look strange. It was a handy device either way - an awful lot like something Emma would cook up, he's sure...!]

Don't think we have. I'm Rudy Roughnight. Think I got here about a month before you, though can't say I'm completely used to everything here yet.

Not the sort accustomed to wet weather, then? Mayhap you are more fortunate for it; rainsodden earth makes wretched travel.

[Not to mention poor fighting conditions, but that didn't warrant much discussion.]

A pleasure, Rudy. And I cannot fault you for it... this world has wonders and curiosities naught like my own. These terminals alone would be an unthinkable marvel in my homeland, yet here I see them on every street corner!

Well... it's pretty dry where I'm from. [Major understatement. Let's leave it at that.] If you ask me, we could probably use a little more rain.

[But maybe not this much.]

You tell me. And they all work perfectly too... [Normally tech like this doesn't exactly work right out the box back home, so to say. A thousand years of non-use will do that.] It'd be neat to figure out how they work.

Small wonder it should come as such a shock, then. Though I confess even in my world I've never seen rain such as this...

[To say nothing of the technology...]

I would know naught of it. Such machines have always been beyond my ken.

[Not to mention the last time he tried to take control of one he ended up with a close friend in critican condition...]

Have you the knack for such things?

[Freya has been out and about in the rain, being quite used to it, but thankfully she hasn't found herself under any odd compulsions. As it stands, she's just a little wet as she answers the feed, having decided to check up on things in the network--it's been a while.

The video is the easiest option for her, so that's what she decides on. She does see the name and recognize it, so she answers in a familiar way.] I'm sorry to hear you've fallen ill. [Hopefully they won't start a tradition of always feeling down when they meet.]

I do remember my mother would sometimes make a soup with rice and onions whenever I caught something...

[Rudy would respond in kind, but... sore throat would make things a bit awkward. Still, he's glad to see Freya.]

It's alright. I think I'm just not used to this sort of weather.

[Hopefully not! Though Rudy prefers to look at the brighter side of things. He's sure he'll be better before he knows it...!]

Really? I don't think I've ever had anything like that before. It sounds really good, though.

I understand. The weather is always like this where I'm from, but I imagine it would take getting used to.

It usually made me feel better. [She brings a hand to her chin, looking thoughtful.] I would attempt to make it for you, though I'm not sure I could get it just right. Cooking has never been my strong suit... [She knows enough to survive, but not enough to really make anything that great.]

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You mean it's always raining?

[Now that was a little odd to imagine. Coming from a world where rainfall was typically scarce no matter where you went, it's weird to think of a place where it's always pouring.]

That's all right, I'm sure I can figure something out. Thanks, Freya. [If this were video, there would be a visible smile right now.] I wouldn't say it's mine either, but I know a few things. Took me a while to get the basics down on my own.

That's right. I am not certain how long it has been like that, but the rain has never completely stopped, as far as I'm aware.

[But it was only one small part of her world, so she didn't imagine a desert where it never rained would be that odd.]

I suppose that is something we share, then. [Well, at least there's a smile from her. She can smile for the both of you.] Is there anything that I can do for you otherwise? I know that sickness here can sometimes be caused by a lack of physical contact, but it would not surprise me if the cause was simply the change of the weather, either...

[Kresnik has only met Rudy once before, but he is the only person besides Yulie that is from Filgaia. So he decides to help and it's not like he's adverse to giving out advice.]

Soup helps, I normally use mushrooms in the broth. If you can afford it here, adding vegetables makes it more potent.

[Oh, he's met this guy once before. Kresnik, wasn't it? ... The knight from Filgaia?]

Mushrooms? I'll see about getting some. What kind of vegetables would you suggest?

Carrots. Vegetables that range on the dark green scale, such as kale. Luckily, this world seems to have more vegetables than Filgaia.

Hot tea with lemon and honey for throat and lungs, and soup for fever and generally sick feeling.

Is anything helping to look after you?

Won't say no to tea or honey. Long as there's no whiskey in it, anyway.

[Yes, he's serious. Some really would swear by that method back home, but he's never had a taste for it when sick. It doesn't help it left a rather bad first impression on him as a kid!]

I've got enough soup to last a couple days. I'm sure I can just head out later if I need any more, assuming all this rain lets up soon.

I've never deemed it a necessary part, no.

I know it may be strange as I'm new here, but if there's any way I can help I would like to. My name is Aqua.

Aqua, huh? I'm Rudy.

And not at all. That's nice of you to offer, though I'm not sure I'd have much to offer in return.

[Force of habit and all. As much as he's willing to throw himself out there to help others, he has a few issues accepting it in return. At least without feeling a little bad about it. Stubborn kid.]

I'm not looking for anything in return. We're all stuck here together, and I'd like to help everyone as much as I can.

Lots of rest, lots of soup, and someone you care for to take care of you... though that last one is kind of specific to me. Would you like to me to bring you some stuff and maybe help you get to your "quota" a bit? You know what I mean.

Quota?

[--Oh. That quota. Now he remembers. ... and come to think of it, this kid has a point. That could be part of the reason he isn't feeling so well either. ... Still, he really isn't one for inviting unfamiliar people over. And he's more likely to take care of others before letting them take care of him anyway - it just feels strange being the one taken care of. But hey, the kid did ask!]

I think I should be okay on my own, thanks. That's kind of you to offer though. Weather here's not something I'm used to, but I'm sure I can find something around here.

[Wow look at all of those sensible suggestions and advice.

Now, Gold doesn't mind his singing voice and all, but he ain't gonna deal with that when he's gotta funner things in mind. Like giving some crazy advice of his own. Some of them are true stories, but most of them are just there to see if the kid'll do it.]

my mom used to hang me over the wall and claimed the sicknessd fall right out of me. only when the sun was shining tho its bad when its raining like it is rite now.

you could try that still if you wanna or something but id probably go with one of the other two mom used to do for me.

so she'd get a bath ready for me rite?? this wouldnt be anything weird except that it was like, boiling hot. steam and everything. turned my skin red as a krabbys shell! apparently it like, chased the illness out and clear your nose and junk.

the second you could probably do is gargling hot sauce. its a cold, so you have to chase it out!

[Oh, it's a blessing this is all text, because he's cackling quietly to himself.]

Boiling hot?

[Water that hot would just outright scald someone, wouldn't it? Then again, this kid could just be speaking figuratively too...]

I'll keep that in mind. Still, hot sauce? ... Never heard of that one. Did that really work for you?

yea boiling hot. like boil your stew hot.

yea it did!! its definitely a sure fire way to get rid of sickness.

Wouldn't that be awfully hot, though? I'm guessing you let it cool down a bit before using it.

... I think I'd sooner take the hot tea and whiskey, thanks. [There are many types of food Rudy likes. Spicy food is not one of them, sadly. It's mind-boggling enough to imagine gargling it as a remedy...!] I'm surprised you can handle all that. The spiciness doesn't bother you at all?

yea but its like a hot tub! you get used to it.

im used to spiciness so nope! my mom makes these great volcano dinners back home, and ive always used the hot sauce remedy to get over whatever sickness i had, so it isnt anything big for me.

but if you cant handle that then an even better way is chewing on a stick of cinnamon.

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