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Post by Crescent on Jun 27, 2006 7:10:51 GMT -5
Rogue nodded briskly to what Bella said, tossing his tail a little. He was determined not to let a little cold get the better of him - not even a dangerous flu.
Angel was wringing her hooves with a rather reluctant expression.
"I don't... Rogue, I really don't feel comfortable here," she said to Rogue with a rather low voice, a pleading look in her eyes. "Won't we just go?"
Rogue snapped a harsh gaze at her.
"My brother is ill, and so are many others. Look at all these ponies! Children, Angel. They need all the healthy hooves they can get here."
Angel blushed and looked down.
"Yes... of course," she said quietly. She then looked up, at Bella. "What can I do?"
Rogue looked at Bella expectantly as well, waiting for commands. There was a thought somewhere at the back of his mind, a thought that felt important, but he couldn't quite remember in his worried state.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Jun 27, 2006 21:32:13 GMT -5
Bella smiled warmly at the purple peg, who so obviously didn't want to be here, but was willing to do what she could anyways. "You can help hand out the meal. Everyone gets a bowl of soup, everyone gets a cup of tea, and everyone gets a bit of jello." Jello had always been a staple sick-meal at her household. When it was warm it soothed sore throats, and when it was cooled and solidified it was still easy to get down. Not necessarily healthy, but every sick pony needed a treat now and then.
She started passing out the food to the new hoofs, glad for the help. "If they can't eat themselves, tell them you will be back once everyone's got their food, and then you can help them with it." It was heartbreaking really, all those young kids, sick and possibly dying. Most of them weren't even old enough to understand the concept of sickness, although she had the thought that many of them may well understand it better than she knew. A glance to Sherbet proved as much, as she carried a couple bowls on her back, being careful not to spill any, out to the sick children in the other room.
Finally, as they all made their way in and out with dinner, Bella moved out to meet Karma, who usered her quickly down the back hallway and out into the twilight of the garden. The dark silver pony bent down, her skin loosing its cool blue aura as she did so, and unwrapped the blanket, showing the bloated purple form of the child. "I didn't know what to do. She was gone before I could do anything." Karma looked up with worried eyes to search her mother's aura. "She was the first one who arrived sick - the one who gave it to all the others."
Bella covered her mouth with a pale green hoof as she studied the tiny body. When she took it away her aura was trembling with colors, all switching rapidly from one to the next as she tried to settle on an emotion, but her face was calm. "How long between her arrival and the other foals becoming sick?"
"Half a week, before the first of the symptoms started. But the other kids could have gotten it from anyone - the nursery gets so many visitors a day it would be hard to say for sure that Sea Spray was the contagious one."
Bella nodded. Well, they had half a week then, before anyone else should be passing. She wasn't quite sure what to do with this little body, because she didn't know of any services in Ponyville, and neither did Karma. What had they been doing with the dead so far?
"Leave her wrapped up there for just now. I'll take care of her after dinner." She would have to ask Rogue, she supposed, if he knew of anything the town had set up for the dead ponies. She didn't know if he would know, but he seemed to be the most mature out of them all, and the least likely to be squeamish about the whole buisness.
Laying a hoof on Karma's shoulder, she dirrected her inside and told her to go upstairs, wash up, and go to bed. Bella promised to bring her up some dinner soon, but the silver one shook her head no - she wasn't sure she would be able to keep anything down just now. Karma did as she was told and Bella returned to the kitchen, to see how dinner was progressing.
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Post by Crescent on Jun 28, 2006 0:53:02 GMT -5
Rogue started off to work at once, starting to take the food to the little ones. Angel, though quite jittery, followed suit. She wasn't very good with children and had some problems, but Rogue did all right. The very first foal he stopped by sniffled loudly and said she didn't want to eat. Rogue could see she was really rather ill, purple touches here and there around her body. It seemed that purple colouring was a mark of this illness - this made Rogue frown for a moment, but when the foal repeated that she didn't want any soup, he pushed those thoughts away and smiled.
"Come now, little one," he said, "don't you know eating can be a lot of fun? Let me show you." He concentrated his magic, and his horn started glowing faintly as a bowl from the tray he was carrying floated up in the air. The foal stopped sniffling and stared, wide-eyed and fascinated as the bowl made a few wavy motions in the air and then started dancing in a little circle. This made the foal clap her little hooves weakly and let out a giggle. Though the giggle ended into a fit of coughs, it had attracted the attention of other foals around the room, and many of them were watching with fascination.
Noticing the attention he was getting, Rogue smiled a bit more widely and put the tray down on the floor. He split his concentration to also other bowls of soup, and made them all float up into the air. Dancing, the bowls found their way to the foals that seemed most interested in them, and soon the atmosphere in the whole room was lifting, as Rogue motioned Angel to bring in more bowls of soup so he could deal them out in the same fashion.
After all the soups had been dealt to those foals who in fact could eat by themselves, Rogue continued his show with the jello and the tea, making the teacups do a little jig on their plates, which caused several of the sick foals giggle. Meanwhile, Angel was helping some of those who couldn't eat themselves. The last of the jellos and teas were just dancing out of the kitchen through the air when Bella came back.
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Post by WingSong on Jun 28, 2006 2:32:36 GMT -5
Poppy narrowed her eyes when she heard Angel speak to Rogue. She had buried herself in his mane and couldn't make out what the pegasus was saying, but all that mattered was that Angel's presence had once again been called to her attention - in all this moving around, she had forgotten about her. Now she remembered her grudge, and flew up toward the ceiling, stubbornly crossing her hooves in front of her. Rogue seemed busy with something, and the breezie decided on silent protest - she would just ignore the stallion until he noticed she was gone, and went to look for her. Then she assumed she would be able to get all the attention she wanted. It never crossed her mind that he might be glad to have her out of the way, so the plan seemed to her to be a flawless one.
Of course, there was still the matter of keeping herself occupied until her Rogue went looking for her, so Poppy looked around the nursery from her high lookout point. There were a lot of foals, she noted, failing to notice that most of them were sick. She usually got along ok with foals. They seemed to like her a lot, at least, being a pretty little flying thing that was the perfect size to be a housepet. However, she liked to avoid large crowds of foals, after having her wings pulled at one too many times.
Instead, she opted to go outside. A nap sounded nice, and she decided to look for a plant big enough to curl up in. She managed to slip outside by sticking close to a couple of mares, and was distracted with flitting around as they talked. When she suddenly realized the voices were gone, she looked back at where they had been and saw a small bundle. "You forgot something!," she called instinctively, not taking into account that they were already well out of hearing range.
Shrugging when there was no answer, the breezie landed on the lump, poking at it with a little forehoof. She took off to hover just over it and poked some more, until a bit of wrapping fell away and a lock of hair fell out. Realizing what it was, Poppy said, "Oh, hi there," and unwrapped more of the foal. She poked the filly's shoulder, going on, "I think I smell food inside. You should go get some. They left you out here, but I don't think they meant to. It's not really good, since they were all talking about sick ponies in there, and you could get cold. I think I heard you can get sick if you stay out in the cold. Is that true?"
Poppy waited for an answer, then frowned and tilted her head to the side in thought when the filly didn't answer. "Hey, wake up, you should go inside. You could get sick." Still nothing, so she poked her again. "Aren't you hungry...?" She didn't realize that anything was very wrong, so she settled for lying on the filly, looking down at her. "Well, I'll make sure it doesn't get too cold. And if it gets too dark out here, it's ok, 'cause breezies glow in the dark, and I'm not going anywhere." She yawned and rested her head on her front hooves. It really was getting late for her - she could tell because she was already letting off a soft glow - but she didn't want to fall asleep just yet. The breezie was hoping that a pony would come out soon, so she could tell them to take the foal back inside.
((Ick, I feel all gross disturbing the body. >< Oh well...))
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Post by tahlise on Jun 28, 2006 15:46:05 GMT -5
OOC: Hey guys, I got in an car accident yesterday and will be absent for a few days. I was almost a head on collision. We were going 15 or 20 and the other guy was going likr 40 or 50. I'm pretty screwed up but nothing's broken. Could you wait for me? Thanks. I'll try to podt when I am feeling better.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Jul 4, 2006 21:25:53 GMT -5
OOC: Just let us know when you are well and able again. I hope you recover quickly, and I'm glad nothing's broken! No rush.
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Post by tahlise on Jul 7, 2006 16:36:57 GMT -5
OOC: Hi guys:) Thank you so much for waiting. I'm pretty much back now.
IC: Chemica heard the older pony's answer to her tactless question but it did not settle her in the least. She had seen them take something out but she did not even want to imagine what it could be. Instead she listened to Bella and Rogue as the stallion told her frankly that he would like to help rather than sit around idly. Chemica glanced at him again and she couldn’t help but smile a little. Chivalry was not dead in Ponyville, and Rogue proved that. Now she knew why Angel could find herself so enamored by the stallion because his charms seemed to be playing a bit with her too.
"It makes me worry too," Bella’s voice broke the white mare’s gaze, causing her to direct her attention quite abruptly on the older mare. Bella continued, "However, any help is much appreciated, so long as you are in a capacity to help. We can put you to work for as long as you are able, and hopefully some remedy can be found quickly enough that we wont have to put you to bed."
Her words were followed by those, of the pony, Angel as she, once again, tried to get Rogue take her away from this place. Chemica gave her an angry glance. “Does she think of no one but herself?” she asked the question to herself, of course. Aloud, she said absolutely nothing at all, but rather listening, trying to gather as much info as she possibly could about what was going on. She gave a brief glance back toward the back door where that one pony had taken a small bundle. Again, she shook her head to clear away the thoughts that seemed to plague her of the possible explanations as to what that bundle was. Then her gaze landed on the unconscious unicorn, Tramp. Tilting her head to the side, she studied the poor stallion. Like the foals, he too had a purplish tint in places. He did have the same disease as the rest. It was an epidemic! That word sent a chill up her spine and she shivered for a moment. Again, she peered out on all the young faces. “Will they die?” she whispered the question to herself as she surveyed the babies in their beds. Her gaze rested on Tramp once again. "Will he die?" Then to Rogue, "And him?"
Angel finally seemed to give up on the idea of leaving with Rogue and offered to help feed the sick. As Chemica continued to look into the faces of the ill, she forgot about her fear of the disease. Her green eyes scanned all the beds, one after another. Each time she would see foals upon foals that needed some serious help. And it seemed that Bella, Sherbert, and everyone else needed as many hooves as possible to help. So, as Bella sneaked away for just a moment, Chemica decided that she would do whatever she could to lighten the workload and help care for those who could not care for themselves.
She made her way to the kitchen to pick up some bowls of soup when her ears flicked backwards with the sound of little hoof claps from weak foals. Chemica looked back to see bowls, tea cups, and Jell-O dancing in the air with Rogue’s wonderful, unicorn magic. Like the foals, Chemica ended up watching with just as much fascination, her green eyes glittering like that of a child.
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