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[So it's become clear that things are going from annoying to worse for a lot of people. A nasty cold is one thing, but this doesn't show any signs of letting up. And at the back of Keith's mind, he's well aware of what the plague did to Struxta. So. Happy thoughts. He's so good at those.

Keith is still on his feet anyway, so far, and aside from the pallor to his skin and the dark shadows taking up permanent residence under his eyes giving them a haunted look -- so far he's okay. Ish. Very ish.]

People seem to be getting worse instead of better. And when you're sick, it's important to stay fed and hydrated. Especially hydrated. And it may start getting harder for some people to make it to the kitchen. So.

[Okay. Here's his point, he's getting to it.]

We're all we have to look out for each other here, right? Even if you're new and don't know anyone, we're all in this together.

I know a bunch of us are still on our feet, so if anyone needs help... don't be afraid to ask for it. Even if I can't do much, I can bring food and water around. Maybe someone else has other skills to offer too.

I guess that's what I'm posting this for. Who needs help? Who can help?

[A pause and he adds,]

Or... does anyone have any home remedies? My dad used to make me tomato soup, when I was little. Not chicken... he said tomato was better when you're sick. More vitamin C or something. I don't really remember...

[Almost wistful, which is probably testament to how ill he actually is that he's even talking about that sort of thing.]

If I may, I request your attention for a short while.

[This mystery illness has taken a toll on Minfilia, and she's far from a pretty sight, with her nose and eyes red and the rest of her far too pale. She's not slept well, and any useful time awake she spends in weary attempts to find anything that might help all of them...if not feel better, then at least not get any worse. Really, she's rather stunned she managed to get the watch to do what she wanted, which is a feat even when she isn't a dizzy and congested mess.]

None of us are wont to suffer the symptoms of whatever is plaguing us for one moment longer than necessary. [She hopes.] In the last few days I have witnessed several sets of hands and minds at work in pursuit of a solution.

[A pause for a sound sneeze and a bit of coughing, which she tries her best to keep well away from the recording. The remainder of the message sounds as if someone is holding her nose, but there's nothing to be done about it now.]

Until now, these disparate but dedicated souls have, to my knowledge, proceeded tirelessly - and apart. We should all be better served by combining what we know has helped, and what has already proven itself of little use. To that end, I propose that all those striving for both treatment and cure convene as soon as possible, today if we can. The earlier talk of organizing aid and proper supplies will be invaluable as well. The kitchens ought to be sizable enough to hold a crowd.

I know also that a fair few of you wish to venture forth, or have done so, on temple grounds or out in the wilds, to further the chance at finding aught of use. Those who are well enough to travel could thereby divide into larger and more organized groups for continued investigation.

[This is wearing her out, and it's only talking and putting the words together in proper order.]

I look forward to working together in person.

[[ooc: So! A meeting in the kitchen after lunch - feel free to mingle as well as video chat! Primarily she's thinking they really ought to work together to go deeper into the temple or the forest, or both, because this is only getting worse for most people.]]

Since we’re all feeling a little under the weather this month, I thought of a way we could still have fun while we’re rotting away in our beds from boredom: a choose-your-own-adventure game.

I understand that this might be a new concept for some of you, so I’ll explain how the game works before we get started. I’ll give you a single prompt to start with. Your job is to reply to my prompt and wait for more information from me. I’ll then give you another prompt based on what actions you took in your response… in other words, it’s a bit like collaborative storytelling. However, only one writer can establish the setting, and that’s me.

Got it?

Now… let’s begin.

Weary traveler! The spooky, demon castle that you had set out for when you started your journey to slay its lord months ago is upon you. It rests atop high cliffs, its darkened towers and turrets looming over the forest surrounding it. It appears to be guarded only by a drawbridge. But be careful! It hovers above treacherous waters. Try not to fall in.

How do you wish to proceed?

>_