Fourteenth Flight. [text/action for Justice Farm.]

[newberktown]

[Hiccup's trip had been pretty successful, all told. He hadn't had to spend the night in any woods, he'd repaid his friend for good deeds of the past, and he'd finally gotten to say a proper goodbye to the Other Father. Not to mention reunite an old pair, even if Ziva didn't necessarily remember her giant, nurturing owl. Needless to say, he's in a pretty good mood as he and Ziva make their way to the train station, and in sharing his good cheer, he purchases a nice, delicious-looking batch of cookies that he promptly forgets about. In fact, it isn't until they head down the street in the direction of Albert's home that he's reminded of it by the growling of his stomach, and Hiccup gets a few cookies in before disaster strikes.

A stomachache.

He arrives at the Justice Farm via Arcanine, Hookfang oddly compliant with his trainer out of sorts. Because now it isn't just any plain old stomachache. The dog is almost convinced that Hiccup is a fire-type himself, with that temperature! The boy is deposited onto the couch, where he curls up before sending out a quick text to the network--he's really not in any condition to filter it to the residents of the house.]

back in saffron hosue
ziva too

[...Oh dear, that's not proper sentence structure at all. And a spelling error? Horrendous. Any replies to that attack on the Pokemon Common Language will be seen to after he's convinced he's not dying. Which, with how he feels, mind end up being a while.]

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[newberktown]

Ground-type...? [Well that's a distracting concept. Wonder what would've happened...] It was more like Blizzard. Entire hotel room covered in snow.

[That's right. He's not even joking right now.]

[newberktown]

[WHAT WAS WITH HIS MOMS ALWAYS TRYING TO GET HIM CARRIED, JEEZ.

srsly tho you shouldn't suggest embarrassing things when he's already burning up.]

...M'good here. Really.

Voice

[for_realsies]

You seem very earthy to me.

See, a hotel room covered in snow would be amazing.

If, you know, it didn't come out of your nose and all.

*Her turn to wrinkle her nose which nobody can see.*

[punchandkiss]

[That attempt to sit up gets a bit of a glare from her.] Lay down, Hiccup.

[She frowns, not sure what to do. Usually the old vikings took care of sick kids, she doesn't know what to do.]

Uh. Can I...what's wrong with you?

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[foolishwren]

_{[Presumably these two ran into each other a few times on Thanksgiving.]}

back in Saffron, huh?

_{[She does raise a brow at the typo-- Hiccup's usually pretty ... grammatical.]}

[bywiseguidance]

[It's a mom thing apparently?

Also there is no better time to suggest embarrassing things.]

You need medical attention.

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[newberktown]

[Hiccup grunts softly as a show that he understands before keeping quiet. Turns out that talking when there's a thermometer in your mouth isn't the easiest thing.

After processing the questions, Hiccup half-props himself up and points to the RK9 sports bag set next to Hookfang.]

S'in there with what I got you. I dunno about allergies; never had this kind before. I bought them from a Magcargo.

[#lifedecisions]

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[worktodo]

You bought them from a what? Impy, grab the box. I can't look, there's Christmas presents in there.

[He will just be continuing his checkup of Hiccup with all the skill and aplomb of someone who actually knows what he's doing, unlike the person writing for him. Meanwhile, Impy skitters over and digs around in the bag before producing the box of cookies in question, holding it up over his little head for inspection.]

It might be that you're having a reaction to one of the ingredients. If it is, that'll sure make you feel like death warmed over for a while, but we can fix it and it'll pass.

[Albert, how simultaneously right and yet wrong you are.]

[newberktown]

Mmn...

[Because yeah, he agrees. He does feel like he needs medical attention right about now.

But he doesn't want to move. =c]

Albert's a doctor, kind of. [With a groan he sinks himself further into the couch.] Can't I just wait here? Hurts t'move.

Voice

[newberktown]

[There's a weak chuckle followed by a groan because ow, his stomach still hurts.]

The snow made my head hurt. Now s'just swimmy from the fever, I guess.

[newberktown]

[...omg scary. Just going to, uh...sink back down to the couch.]

They said I might've eaten something bad. ['They' being adults.] Since I was fine on the train an' Ziva's fine.

[To be honest, the fever's made him forget bits and pieces of the conversations, but he's confident he's got the gist of it.]

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[newberktown]

yeah
i wanted to give ziva a chacne to settle in before christmas

[Still not able to manage that whole shift key thing, but his head is a bit clearer now, and sentences are a little easier.]

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[newberktown]

It's a Ringo but with a shell?

[Does that make sense, Albert? Because Hiccup's settling in again without any more of an explanation on that.

...Man, getting a check-up is oddly exhausting.]

So how do we fix it?

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[worktodo]

[...the fuck is a Ringo, since when do Vikings know about the Beatles — oh, wait, maybe he means the slug thing that slinks around the house sometimes.

He turns the box over, looking for a list of ingredients and presumably finding none because hey, hand-baked, there's no such thing as mass packaging. Or the FDA, for that matter.]

Hang on. Was this box sealed when you picked it up? Or are you telling me you bought food from a stranger with a top that anybody could open as many times as they wanted before you got your hands on it?

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[newberktown]

[Woooords. And thinking back several several hours.]

The...second one, I guess.

[This is Pokemon Land, where women with pink hair fix up you and your magical creatures for free. Cheap cookies being sold by a fire slug for the holiday season seemed very innocent--shoddy packaging or not.]

[bywiseguidance]

[Considering that Ducky is the team's go-to guy for medical advice, Ziva can't really find fault with getting care from a medical examiner. In fact, she probably would trust Albert more than the Pokemon Center.

She kneels down, brushing the back of her hand against Hiccup's cheeks lightly and checking the cloth to make sure it's still cool. Seemingly satisfied with that, she speaks.]

Yes, provided that you promise not to eat anything more. That is likely what has caused this. Do you think that Albert has seen your message?

[She saw you fiddling with your Gear, and has assumed that's what you did--send a message.]

[newberktown]

[Have a weak smile, Ziva.] Promise. [Because really, with how he feels right now, the plan is to swear off food for the next six months.]

I dunno... He might be working. [That was kind of Albert's thing.] I just wanted people to know we got here okay.

[In a sense, anyway.]

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[worktodo]

[Oh, well then. All those years of cautionary tales about rat poison in Halloween candy and razor blades in apples are suddenly coming to the forefront, man. STRANGER DANGER, VIKING LAD.

Fortunately, poison happens to be one of the things Albert has put a fair amount of examination into by now, so once he breaks open one of the remaining cookies to check for any visible foreign substances and gives it a quick smell, he frowns and then whistles for Gandhina.]

Might not've been one of the brightest of ideas. Where's Ziva? She was with you, right? I'm gonna need to talk to her.

[And presumably get to the bottom of this when he does.]

[bywiseguidance]

Alright. Admittedly, he would have more medical experience than I, and likely knows better what to do. I do not want to give you medicine yet, in case he gives you charcoal. Do you feel like you are going to vomit?

[Don't die on her, Viking son. :C]

Voice

[for_realsies]

I'll stop being quite so... me.

You should put your Gear away and rest. Now. Shoo.

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[foolishwren]

yeah the holidays can get pretty crazy, i forget were you around for the last one?? you were, right?




... also, are you okay?

_{[SHE HAS TO ASK.]}

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[newberktown]

yeah but i didnt do it
celebrate i mean

[He had still been trying to get a hang of the whole DIFFERENT WINTER HOLIDAYS, TOOTHLESS WHAT ARE YOU DOING, STOP SAYING "LALALALALALALA" ALL THE TIME shenanigans.]

not really
ate something bad i guess and have a fever

Voice

[newberktown]

Nah, s'nice. Change from Albert, anyway.

[And he means that because WOW, SCIENTIST DUDE NEEDS TO LEARN BEDSIDE MANNER. Even if he mostly got along with Albert, these days.]

I already did a bit. Maybe later.

[He kind of woke up from that nap due to INTENSE NEED TO THROW UP, but that didn't seem like the thing to be sharing right now.]

[newberktown]

Sort o-- Wait, charcoal?

[...Well gee, now he REALLY feels like throwing up. Not that he didn't already.]

[bywiseguidance]

It may not taste very good, but it is an effective treatment for many poisons and toxins, and completely harmless.

[Hey she's had to take it before herself.]