newberktown | 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.]

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[He flicks the small jar with a fingernail, frowning at its now-depleted contents.]

We're lucky there's enough for the two of you as it is. People aren't going to be able to go pick this stuff up like Pepto-Bismol.

[SCIENCE!! SAVES THE DAY AGAIN, HOWEVER.]

Might not be much point in trying to pull prints off the box if it came from a fire slug, but somebody with opposable thumbs had to handle the thing at some point. Drawer to the left of the sink, there's some plastic bags. Let's get the kid back in action first and maybe he can give us some more clues on who's behind this before we put out a special news bulletin.

[She nods, getting up to go get said plastic bag, carefully picking up the box with another one to get it in without further contaminating it with more fingerprints to exclude.]

A shame IAFIS does not extend its reach to Johto. It does not seem likely there is a local equivalent.

[Someone doesn't have much faith in Officer Jenny's policing skills. Also sadly IAFIS wasn't a thing until 1999 so that reference will be lost.]

[ALPHABET SOUP. It's cool, though, he can at least take a fair guess at it through context. The government does like its acronyms, and there are roughly two things it could relate to — the prints on the box or the public announcement. Either way...]

Not likely? That's an understatement.

[He heads back to the couch and gives Hiccup a nudge, bringing the mug with him.]

Hey, kid. Up and at 'em. Drink this, it might settle your stomach.

[Hiccup doesn't like the idea of this whole sitting up business, but the offer of medicine does seem to perk him up a little. It's with a muted grumble that he sluggishly moves to an upright position, removing the cloth Ziva had put to his forehead earlier and taking the mug with both hands to inspect its contents.

...Well, it didn't look like charcoal. Down the hatch it goes, if a bit cautiously. His stomach still wasn't all too keen on any new content. After the initial rebellion, though, it apparently decides that this liquid is alright--or at least enough so that it doesn't make him feel any worse. Still, it certainly isn't up to the berry standard, and it's got quite the job ahead of it with how many cookies he'd wound up eating. After a few gulps, he pulls the mug away and eyes it, nose wrinkling up some.]

Is it s'posed to be making everything even hotter?

Depends. Do you feel a little less like death warmed over? Stomach pains going down? Any difference that you can tell?

[He relieves Hiccup of the mug and eyes it himself, debating whether to use up the rest of the little jar of powder on another dose, or if they should ride this one out and see if there's improvement.]

[He's quiet as he makes an assessment, slumping against the back of the couch and taking a deep breath.]

I dunno... Maybe a little, I guess?

[It wasn't magic, that was for sure.]

[Damn. Granted, he knows better than to expect miracles, but still...

Suffice to say, the next few hours are going to be anxious ones.]

Okay. You sing out the minute anything changes for the worse, you got it? You ate more of them than Ziva did and had them in your system for longer. That means you're going to have a longer ride ahead of you than she did, too.

[Ziva is sure she would've been fine without the medicine, if a bit miserable, but she's grateful for it--mostly because it means it works on Hiccup as well.]

I will be around to keep an eye on you as well.

[He nods in reply to Albert's command, curiosity beginning to spark. He hadn't noticed Ziva eating any in the first place, and she definitely wasn't looking too out of shape. Plus, if she'd been affected, it meant it wasn't just a Hiccup-specific thing. Unless she was allergic, too, but that seemed...odd.

Oh well. He's distracted easily by Ziva's comment, anyway, offering her a weak smile.]

You don't need to, if you don't want... If you're fine, then I will be too, right?

[HE DOESN'T WANT TO TAKE UP ALL YOUR TIME...]

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

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