Hiccup Haddock (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
newberktown) wrote2012-12-17 11:37 am
newberktown) wrote2012-12-17 11:37 am
Fourteenth Flight. [text/action for Justice Farm.]
[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.]
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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[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.]
Voice
*Imogen refuses to be any less than the specialest and most unique of snowflakes.*
Well... if you're sure. Other than the cold and death stuff how was your trip!?
Voice
Good, it was good. I'm glad Ziva decided to come back to Saffron with me. Thought maybe that after a week, she would've been sick of me...
[It wasn't like she remembered being his guardian, after all. So he's super pleased about it.]
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Is she there to keep Albert and his bedside manner away?
*Imogen knows very little of your group dynamics, so she is guessing randomly. Also guessing wrong, very wrong in the case of Ziva.*
Maybe you're allergic to her, and that's why you're sick!
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[In fact, the train ride to go see Ziva was really the only solo-travel he'd done in a while.]
No, they're...getting along. [WHY YES, HE DOES SOUND PERPLEXED BY THAT. Even if it makes sense, when looking at their personalities.] And I think I would've been sick sooner if I was allergic to her.
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*Things Imogen does not have, even at home.*
Well, maybe it's something else about the trip. I mean, you haven't gotten sick in the cold before right? That's a very unviking thing, so maybe it's something else.
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Not here. I'm used to weather like this... Albert and Ziva think it's from the cookies I ate.
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Cookies?
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[Sucks, though. COOKIES, MAN. Innocent little cookies.]
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