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[ofwesternwinds]

[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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[heretic_hamlet]

[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?

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[ofwesternwinds]

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.

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[heretic_hamlet]

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.

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[ofwesternwinds]

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.

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[heretic_hamlet]

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!

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[ofwesternwinds]

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.

[text] with apologies for the delay

[heretic_hamlet]

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?