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.]

Comments

action;

[worktodo]

[Well, gosh, don't you look like death warmed over. Alas, a Minccino and a Cinccino have congregated near the couch, chattering amongst themselves as they bicker about whether or not Hiccup's inert body is something that needs to be picked up and put away in its rightful place.

Hiccup may find some comfort in the fact that the Cinccino is in fact Kiki's Sweep, and is championing the cause of "No, shut up, leave the kid alone" in the face of Scrappy the Minccino's determination to clean the house.

He may also find some eerie discomfort in the fact that there is an impish little Sableye peering at him quizzically from a hiding place across the room.]

[bywiseguidance]

[seeing Hiccup fall so suddenly ill definitely worried Ziva. There was very little that could have caused it--he was completely fine their entire trip, then very shortly not. The only thing that had happened between then and now was him eating a few cookies.

She was suspicious.

After putting a cool, wet cloth on Hiccup's forehead and making sure he was covered and comfortable, Ziva took one of the cookies and sniffed it. It smelled like cookie. Helpful. She then broke off a small piece and put it on the tip of her tongue, waiting a few moments.

The stinging, tingling feeling definitely indicated something wrong. She spit it into a napkin and frowned. Poisoned cookies. Who would poison cookies?

...okay perhaps that wasn't a good question--she knew of plenty of people who would poison cookies. She'd poisoned people's food before herself. But she didn't want to alarm Hiccup, so she kept that knowledge to herself.]

Perhaps we should return to the Pokemon Center.

Voice

[for_realsies]

Hey, Viking Boy, you okay?

I know that typos happen, and its really cold out, but if you're home you can, like, look over your messages before pressing send. And not have to worry about freezing to death in the snow.

Action: A couple hours later?

[punchandkiss]

[Astrid was outside of town training when she saw Hiccup's text, and though she noticed the spelling mistake it wasn't strange to her, given how bad she was with text on these things at all. But she started back, and no, she wasn't going to admit she was happy to see him.]

[It still took her the better part of two hours to get back, though, even hurrying (Not that she'd admit to hurrying, either). So when she sees him like that...]

...Hiccup?

[Text]

[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.]}

[doitrockapella]

[Several hours later, once Hiccup's condition is fairly stable and he's just sort of riding out the lingering effects of scarfing way too many poisoned cookies in quiet solitude, guess who comes cruising in bearing a much less life-threatening gift.

Yup, that's right, it's Carmen, mildly worried, and with a recently-procured copy of Michael EnDewott's The Neverending Story in tow.]