2019-09-24 - Bring Out Your Dead

Love is stretched out on a mostly-intact white plastic lounge chair by the pool. She wears a sun hat, a black bikini, and huge sunglasses. Beside her on a small metal table are a few items, including a phone, a white drink garnished in pineapple, and a box. Upon closer inspection, the piña colada is half melted and barely touched, the water glass is empty, the box is a box of tissues, and the heavily-tattooed woman just might be asleep. Or dead. You know, Sea View been having a rough month.

If you can't bake the flu out of you by tunneling under blankets, why not let the sun bake you instead? Mae got a text offering hot weather succor in the form of pool side rest and relaxation. She comes in her red bikini, a long black fishnet cover up, and she carries her towel and phone in one hand. She flops down on a lounge chair and sighs. "I feel like I've been beaten around the head and neck with a baseball bat." Her nose is stuffy, so of course she sounds like she swallowed a bull frog. "This can't be worse than lying on the couch watching Judge Judy, right?" She forgot her own tissues, so if Love is dead, Mae is going to take them.

Love doesn't move for several seconds, and then her head rolls to the side, hat nearly knocked askew. Thankfully, it's one of those huge floppy ones and has some bend in it. "You sound like shit, but you look hot." Love sounds like she's smoked four packs a day for years right now, less stuffy, more grated. "Alcohol and sunlight. What could go wrong is what I'm thinking." Never-you-mind she hasn't been drinking her drink. Inky fingers snag the box of tissues and she relocates it to the little table between their two chairs. And she snatches one off the top. "I fell asleep and woke up to two people offering to bring me stuff. Is everybody down at work?"

Mae preens briefly, running a hand over her tattooed form. She narrows her eyes and stares at Love for a few beats. "You don't look how you might feel, but damn girl, you sound rough. You need some nyquil and a snuggle or some shit." She grabs a tissue right in time to catch a sneeze that would have probably been a rocket snot at best, or just snot all over her at worst. "What kind of alcohol, because I've been existing on nyquil alcohol and chicken soup." She pulls off her sunglasses and arranges herself in a way so that the sun can beam some vitamins down at her. "Maybe I should stick to water, we'll see."

"I had a snuggle and I fell asleep on it." Love laughs at that, which degenerates into a few coughs. "Ow, ow." She brings a tissue to her lips when she covers her mouth. she sneezes right after. "Damn this cold. It's fierce. I don't know where it came from, but I every time someone walks past the door, they're coughing or sneezing, so I figured it was safe to come lay here in the open." Or she's just feeling crappy enough that she hoped the sun would do its job and return her to health. "I almost never get sick. Seriously, I can think of maybe three times."

So what fresh hell is this contagion? "They have passably not-shit piña coladas. I mean it's obviously a mix, and too sweet, but whatever." Hers is melting beside her still. She probably thought about eating the pineapple. "I should have asked for Nyquil."

Ico is showing up with soup, having said he would the other day. Thus he does now. And it seem to be coming at a good time from the sound of things. Himself sniffling a little, but seeming decent at least. Clearing his throat some. "Hey, how are you both?" A bag with him, seemingly with a lot of tupperware filled with soup, or something like that. Doing rounds it seems. Moving closer to where Mae and Love are.

Mae smirks at Love, wincing when she starts to cough. For a moment it might seem like there will be a sympathy cough from the inked dancer, but no, it's a sneeze. She just catches it with her tissue. "Seems like most of the town is down with it. I slept most of yesterday away." She sticks out her tongue, grimaces and then picks up the water bottle she smuggled in under her towel. "Yeah, I don't think we'll give it to anyone who isn't already down with it already." She groans and shifts a bit, before she smirks. "I heard that if you give it to someone, you get better quicker, we need to find some healthy folk." She waves to Ico as he approaches.

"Girl, get you some nyquil, you won't regret it." She closes her eyes and grimaces. "Not great, you? How are you not sick yet, Ico?"

Love glances up as The Soup Bearer arrives. It’s hard to tell with the huge sunglasses on her face, but her head tips in that direction.

“Hey.” Little rough, her voice, not at all the soft greeting she usually gives. Well. It is, but with a side of gravel. But then she looks to Mae at the pass-it-on theory. “If that’s true, I’ll go lick some tourists.”

“The host must be partially immune.”

Ico furrows his brows, "I have soup at least." Shrugging a bit. "I'm feeling it, but hasn't brought me down yet. Think I'm just lucky." Another sniffle. "Anyone want soup?" He asks as he stop near them. It also be that he is actually patient zero, and has gotten healthy, who knows.
Soup is taken out and gotten into bowls that he brought along. Getting one for Love and one for Mae. "I think you both need some." He says and smiles. "I think I'm just hanging out too much with the patrons, that give it to me in small doses." He suggests. Raising a brow about licking tourists. "Sounds like one way to go about it."

Mae points to the table next to her chair, shaking her head. "No soup for me right now unless you want to see it make a spectacular reappearance and possibly end up in the pool." She glances at Love and shakes her head. "Don't lick the tourists, Love. You don't know where they've been, and they might have worse than this flu, right?" She eyes Ico, the wheels in her head turning. "Did you just sniffle? I don't trust anyone who sniffles right now."

"I would have thought my body's immune to everything after all the antibiotics, alcohol, and time I spend with kids." Love's commentary is lowly voiced, and she reaches up under her hat to brush a few strands of grey hair out of her eyes. Hers is pulled into a heavy side-braid today, as she lacked both the energy and give a fuck to pull it up properly. Leaving it down is not an option. Too many things it could get caught on out here. Even braided, it's nearly waist-length.

"Oh, you're right." Love looks to Mae, adjusting the sit of the mirrored lenses on her face. "Tourists." Who knows what the tourists have/mutate. She'll take a hall full of children any day over that.

"I'll have some for later, Ico, thank you. I'm trying a sunlight cleanse just now." That is to say she isn't eating so much as baking herself under the summer rays. "Every way," Love says, dabbing her nose with a tissue. "Is a way to go about it, babe." Love hasn't even bothered with makeup today, which is probably why she's wearing the huge sunglasses. "Oh, in less depressing news, Nicole texted me. She says she can come to the club if we need her to travel, and there's a nail tech who might come to us as well. Just need to figure out who all needs doing and who's doing themselves."

Ico does take up his phone after serving the soups. Typing some in there. Grinning at Mae, "Fair point." He offers and does still offer a hug to both, if they let him. He's doomed to be sick sooner or later anyhow. He does leave some soup so Mae can have some later, if she wants. Chuckling to Mae. "My nose is itchy, is all." He offers and smiles. "I'm not dead yet." Nodding to Love as well, "I will leave a lot of soup for you here then." He assures them. Sending off another text on his phone. "Sun cleanse might work. But you do need food as well." He tries to assure her, worrying about them both as well. Raising a brow as he tries to follow the conversation.

When Ico comes in for a hug, Mae bats at him with two hands, nearly swatting him in the face. "I am too sore, hot and stuffy for someone to hug me!" She sounds reedy for a moment, and she puts a hand on her chest as she tries to breathe. "Thanks for the soup though, what did you do, rob a supermarket?" She is still giving him the gimlet eye. She pulls her hair back into an elastic band and gets to her feet, shambling toward the pool. "One moment, gonna see if I can drown myself." She flops in, and when she surfaces she looks less than pleased. "Soupy fucking warm water gah."

Love's huge is really more of an arm-raise and pat-pat on Ico's back. Coming in for one when these two are so clearly sick really seems a questionable decision, but Ico is his own man, and the bartender-cum-lawn-ornament is too damn lethargic to comment on it. The host has to do all the work in that hug. She sneezes right as he's withdrawing. "Shit, I'm so sorry."

"Splash a bunch if you need a rescue. I'm an excellent swimmer, but I'l gonna have to put it all in one burn to get up and get you out of the pool if shit goes sideways." Love's words are broken up by a soft cough that has her shoulders pulling up. "I do feel a little better being out here." She waits to make sure Mae resurfaces. "I mean we could try crowding into my cold shower, but we might fall asleep and die in there together."

Ico chuckles and nods to Mae, "Fine, fine." He assures her. "I did, more or less. I showed up a few days in a row. Think they were looking at me weird." Stiffling a laugh as Mae resurfaces from the water. "Yeah, a bit." He offers and grins at her. After the hug and sneeze from Love, he does produce a towel to get rid of any that got on him. "No worries." He says with a chuckle. Taking up his phone and another message sent. "Going to head to find Cameron later as well, to make sure she get some." Explaining the messages perhaps.

"Hopefully someone checks on you once you go down with it." Mae comments from the pool, pulling herself to the side, her arms folded outside of the water, her chin resting there. "It's not so bad if I don't move, it's a little cooler than the air outside." It's a good thing she tied her hair into a pony tail or she'd look like a drowned rat right now. "Tell Cameron I said hi when you see her." She glances over at Love and quirks her brows. "Or we'll freeze the flu out of us, either way, we'll get cooler. Maybe. Dylan told me to drag you back to his place with me. He looks like he was flattened by this too. I left him in fuzzy slippers, snoring face down. I was kind enough to turn his head so he could breathe."

Love sits up a little like she's going to try to lever her five-eleven frame out of the chair to make her way to the pool, but it ends up being more a rock and flop back. She swings her legs over the side of the chair and tries again. Success! "Yeah, tell Cam we're sorry her first group experience was ... whatever this is, and ask her if she has any herbal remedies." Love's ready to go down the homeopathic road. So ready.

"I meant to check out and load my shit into my car, but then I got a flat and didn't have the energy to change it." It's parked in the lot right now, flat and all. To go with the dent that needs banging out of the bumper. Her car is a trial.

Ico shrugs. "We'll see." Perhaps assuming people won't, but not giving away too much. A smile still on his face. "Will do." He offers about Cameron. "I think you're both are cool already." He offers that horrible joke with a straight face. "Get a lot of soup, so Dylan can have some as well." Another nod about Cameron and remedies. "I will. She was feeling like crap at the moment, put perhaps she knows something that could help." Clearing his throat some. Grinning about her car. No comment though, it seems.

"There are a ton of big strong men in this town and you haven't managed to con any of them into changing your tire?" Mae gazes toward the parking lot like she is considering it, but in her state she'll just end up lying down next to the car and surrendering to sleep or death. "I feel bad for Antonio, I hope some of the other dancers are feeling up to shaking their ass." She rests her forehead against her forearms for a few moments, sighing. When she raises her head, she makes a face and then.. SNEEZE.

She groans and sinks down under the water for a few beats, when she comes up she flops on the side again. "I feel like we need to hire someone to piggy back us around town at this point."

"I left a message for Steel-something auto... something." Love waves a hand. "I keep meaning to get out there, but once the flat was flat, I was already coming down this this, and sooo." The woman rubs an inked hand over her face. She looks even more pale under all those tattoos, which is a feat considering. "The hot brunette at the gym on Elm gave me the name for this other dude, but it's just too much work." What she' saying is she got sick and all the go-getter went out the window.

"Times like this I really miss other countries. Countries where you can literally pay someone a pittance to ferry you in a hand-pulled cart to your destination." Love reaches for her mostly-melted piña colada and sips. Not bad, really. The chilly sugar slush-melt is pretty nice. There's a lengthy pause from the woman. She groans. "I forgot to tell Tony I'm not coming in today."

Ico nods, "I've been going in to help out. I think it is decent?" He suggests, sighing though. As for the tire, he raises a brow. "I could help out. Not great at it though." Looking to Zoiya to make sure she comes back up. Chuckling a bit at her suggestion. As for Love being sick is affecting her doing anything has him offering a small smile, with a hint of amusement. "I can let him know." He assure her, about work.

Mae lets her gaze drift to Love, and then to Ico and then to where she remembers the parking lot being. "I haven't changed a tire in.. shit.. far too long." She makes a face, and hefts herself out of the pool, taking a seat so her legs can dangle in still. "I should get in touch with him too, let him know that I'm too snotty to make money for a few days." She leans toward her chair, snags her towel, and lays it out behind her so she can lay at the side of her pool, legs dangling in the water. "What are you doing to help out when half of the crew is out?" She's curious, so she'll ask, shading her face as she squints up toward Ico.

Love reaches back for her phone, which is an eye-blindingly sparkle case, which is catching the sun and bouncing sparkle-rays all over the place. She flips it over to check the face, thumbing over the screen. "Thanks, Ico. I think he'd take it better from you than me going hey, not working, and hanging up."

"I was going to ask Vik to do it, but then he passed out in my bed." Her head comes up. She thinks for a moment, then turns her head to glance toward her room. She can just see the door from here. "... huh. He might still be in there." She can't remember. When was that?

Love gets to her feet, pulls her hat off, leaves the shades on, and walks slowly over to the edge of the pool. She stands there by the deep end, toes just curled over the edge.

Ico looks to Mae about how he is helping out. "Helping serve beer and other things at the bar, stuff where I don't have to mix stuff. And cutting and so on. Making sure to run back and forth to make sure that htose dancers that are there are hydrated and so forth more. DJ stuff if no one is there." Shrugging. "Just doing whatever I can." Nodding to Love, "No worries. Happy to help." Looking to them both as Love also seem to be pondering taking a dip. Glancing to see how Mae is doing getting dry again.

"Hope you didn't give him the flu and he is dead in there." Mae comments lightly, opening her eyes to squint up at Love as she approaches the side of the pool. "Didn't you mention dead bodies here before? We can just add him to the pile." She kicks her feet lightly, splashing water every so often. "Love, I'm gonna find someone with a ride to get some of your essentials out of here if you want. If Viktor is dead, we'll do it tonight, if he's alive and randy.. we can wait for a few more days."

She points toward the chair she was occupying. "Ico can you hand me that rather large water bottle, please?"

Love stands there looking at the rippling surface of the water, sunshine skimming off of it in various directions. It looks so refreshing. Though she knows Mae said it was warm. She glances over her shoulder. "He could be dead in there." He really could. She didn't check on him and he was face-down. "Oh, yes please. Nyquil and popsicles. I have a mini fridge in the room. Vik brought some crackers and water... but then sort of flopped like a fat penguin trying to slide down the world's unslidiest iceberg."

With her sunglasses still in place, she leaps off the side into a beautifully executed dive — no. No, that's not what happens. She gets zero height on that dive, and what was going to be a slick water bloop as she cut under the surface turns into a wide splashing mess as her lack of momentum ends in a body smacking belly flop. Glub, glub.

At some point she'll also realize her phone is still in her hand. You know. After the pain subsides.

His hair is muss and failure, and a thin cotton shirt and a pair of jeans look like they were just hauled off of the floor and thrown on, but Viktor is definitely not dead. He's having a little trouble working the wrapper of a packet of lemon drops, but definitely not dead. He's running a hand down his face and stretching out those features in an attempt to wake up, but he's definitely not dead.

He's slow-walk shuffling over to the pool and popping one of those sweets in to his mouth when the cacophonous splash of Love hitting the water interrupts his train of thought, his tongue pushing the throat-soother to one side of his mouth, voice only a touch of the rasp to those gathered.

"Oh, she's definitely dead."

Ico nods and moves to grab it for Mae. Handing her the water bottle. Nodding and would offer to go get some of what Love wants. But then she is flopping and his eyes go wide. "You okay?" He asks, then Vik is arriving. "Hey, got soup if you want. Think Love wanted popsicles and stuff." He will go to the water to help her get to the edge though, checking up on her after that flop.

Mae is reaching for the bottle of water when Love hits the water like she was taking a suicide dive. The water splashes up, getting her towel wet. She doesn't realize where the water came from at first so she sits up, almost upending herself into the pool. She rubs a hand over her face and stares at Love sinking. "Yeah. Dead. Might not have to get those popsicles now." She's kidding of course, her hand on the side of the pool in case she has to slip in and help Love surface.

"Well there goes her phone." She adds as a afterthought, eyebrows raised. "Unless that fancy case is waterproof." She slides into the pool just in case. She can't swim but surely she can tow the painter toward the side. Right?

It's no surprise that Poe looks and feels about as shitty as everyone else seems to. His nose and eyes are red and his complexion a bit on the pale side. Aside from that general malaise it hasn't hit him too hard yet, though he doesn't quite have the same hop to his step he does on a normal day. He makes his way from the parking lot to the pool at the motel - spotting the small group that he recognizes and making his way over.

"I think it's unfair that there wasn't any kissing at that party the other night and we still all caught this." He doesn't say it to anyone in particular, seems that's his greeting today. "Mae told me you were all suffering here in the sunshine."

Love sinks in the pool, just down, down, down. She has to be cringing down there. Bubble break at the surface of the water at an interval and number that suggests she's down there cursing a blue streak, as they say. A flop of that magnitude stings. A couple of moments later, when it seems it might be high time to go in after her, she slowly begins to surface, just the top of the head and about half of her sunglasses.

Silently, she swims to the side, her inked fingers taking hold of the cement lip of the poolside walkway. She drags her arms up and over it with Ico's help, dropping her phone to the edge. It may be water resistant, but it's hard to say. She does spend a lot of time on the beach, so there's a chance. Very softly, she just groans, her head down on her arms.

"I agree. All I did was hug a couple people."

Viktor doesn't pick out a chair, instead shifting the waist of his jeans and settling for a spot next to the pool, crossing up his legs to sit on the floor with a slight forward lean going on, head down and forward as he sucks on the lemon drop. At least he does it after Love surfaces, so as not to seem entirely callous. "Didn't you hear? A witch cursed us all." He throws in reply to Poe, shifting his head to try and work out some kind of kink in his neck. Ico's offer of soup is waved away, but he's moving to help Love, so it might well be a missed action.

"I'm refusing to blame dumplings. It's unfair."

Ico has been able to keep relatively okay. But with the horde of infected growing, he won't be able to outrun it for long. "Soup here, Poe." He offers and gestures to where it is. For now helping Love though. "You okay?" Making sure she didn't swallow a ton of water. A grin to Mae's words though on the state of Love. "Well, the wiccan is sick as well. So either not her, or it backfired." He suggests to Viktor.

"I feel cursed." Mae groans, easing her way out of the pool again now that Love isn't dead. She sits on her towel again, but it's wet now. Does it matter? Naw. She smiles at Poe when he approaches, giving him a finger wiggle greeting. "You look like shit. I'm sorry. If I hadn't invited you to come drink margaritas, you might be healthy right now."

She uncaps her water, takes a drink and sets it aside. "Glad that you're not dead in Love's room Viktor, I've managed to go twenty five years without hiding a body or digging a grave. I'd like to go another half dozen years or so before I have to add that to the resume." She pours some of the cold water over her face, grimacing at the temperature.

"Ico, you're too nice. Just how much of that soup are you carrying around with you? How do you keep it warm? Where did you get it?" These are all very important questions, especially if she's going to eat any more.

"The margaritas were good. Likely would catch it from you at the house had I not come anyway. Never let a bit of coughing interfere with our weekly game of seven minutes in heaven." It's a constant party at 21 Elm. Poe drops heavily down into one of the chair, a bit of a grunt escaping when he takes the weight off his legs, eyes shifting between Mae, Viktor and Love. "Maybe it was that new girl? With the temporary tattoos. Just in from out of town with her germs from away. Anyone heard from her since? I haven't. Even gave her my number." Yeah, Poe figures it's real shady if he gives a woman his phone number and then doesn't hear from them. Real, real shady.

"Ico, man. You look in decent shape still. You should likely be hiding. I'd be hiding. But, no. I have soup at home. Bought some cans when you told me Mae was sick." He seems to have something on the tip of his tongue about the talk of disposing of bodies, but doesn't share with the class.

"See?" Viktor's hand points in Mae's direction without even looking up. "Curse. Just because it backfired doesn't mean-" There's a soft swallow from his throat as he swallows down some of the mix of honey and lemon that throat sweet is unleashing. It doesn't really help, but it's the thought that counts. "...I just don't want to blame the dumplings. They were so good."

The pointing finger turns into a thumbs-up when someone mentions they're glad he's not dead. Even if it is for the hassle it'd cause and not a general case of a concern. "All the best on reaching it to at least thirty. The smell sticks." He says without humor. He's trying to say most things with humor right now, offsetting the feel of grit and grossness lingering at the back of his mouth, but sometimes it just... fails. "I heard 'blame the new girl', anyone else hear 'blame the new girl'? Because I am all for blaming the new girl."

Ico smiles to Mae, "Think I brought a gallon? Was meant to be enough for all. But can keep it here. Made most of it at home, with some premade stock. It's not amazing but better than nothing." He offers and smiles. "Only brought the chicken soup though, not the vegan onion one. Will grab that at home before going to Cam." He explains. Grinning at Poe, "For now. And well, come find me if you want more soup." He assures him. Seems Ico likes cooking? Who knows. A grin and a shrug to Vik about the curse. Chuckling about blaming the new girl, "Possible. Both Lyric and Mee are crashed at home as well." He explains. Checking on Love, but letting her regain her composure for now.

Mae just gives Poe a look when he mentions seven minutes in heaven. There is almost a smile on her face, almost. "I'll blame anyone as long as it goes away." She gives Viktor a puppy dog look, her bottom lip sticking out as she opens her eyes wider. "You don't have another one of those drops do you?" She is about to say more, but then.. sneeze. She grimaces and her hands come up to hold her head at her temples. "That fucking hurts." She mutters, her palms moving to cover her eyes so she can rub at them too.

"A gallon of soup." Mae makes a face, somewhere in her brain she has a vision of an orange juice gallon filled with soup. She glances at Poe and then her voice gets quiet. "See if you can get him into seven minutes in heaven." She pulls her feet out of the pool, wrapping her arms around her legs as she tilts her head up toward the sun. "So warm."

"Might be a hard sell right now." Poe replies, lips tugging into a half hearted smile while he looks from Mae to Ico. The puffy eyes and red nose aren't the greatest look - just doesn't scream kiss me in the closet. "Lex is sick too." He points out. She was likely involved in some game or another with Poe since the margarita night. He drapes an arm over his eyes and tilts his head back toward the sun as well. The position helps with the sinuses. "I don't think we've actually met." Poe says without moving from his blind position in his chair, but he does push his hand out toward Viktor when he makes the comment to offer it for shaking or at least a fist bump. "Saw you the other night. But, it was busy. I'm Poe."

Casting a quick eye Ico's way, Vik takes a moment to blatantly wonder just how many germs Ico's bringing on his round-robin visits. "...Scratch all that. I'm blaming the dumplings. Makes me seem chaste and filled with good decisions." He eventually settles on, forgoing the offered out hand from Poe with a generalized gesture to his face and throat that he then realizes the man can't see. "Vik. I'll skip the contact until we know it's not six different variations going around and I can introduce myself as anything other than a transmission vector."

Which is all well and good until he scoots along the floor to hand Mae the pack of throat sweets, covering his face with his hand to avoid the offshoot of the surprise sneeze. Enjoy!

Ico offers tissues to Mae as she sneezes. "Bless ya." He offers and smiles softly. "Me?" He asks about getting Poe into seven minutes of heaven. Grinning at Poe as well though. "Get some soup for her as well." Ico might not know Lex, but still. Soup is for the sick. Handing over tissues to Vik as well, along with hand sanitizer. LEtting it go around all of those that want. "Well then, dumplings fault it is." He suggests and grins.

Mae takes the tissue box and the throat lozenges, unwrapping the latter to pop one into her mouth. She blows her nose shortly after and then she grimaces. "I think I might need to double dose the sunlight, get orange juice or something." She smiles briefly at Ico, nodding. "Thank you." She shifts to get to her feet, picking up her damp towel to wrap around her waist. She walks over to the chair she was using, nudging Poe out of the way so she can grab her phone. She sends off a text message, moving to sit on another chair. "Those poor dumplings didn't really do anything to you. Also, being chaste is boring." She offers to Viktor, looking away from her phone for a moment before it buzzes with a reply.

"When was the last time you were chaste to even remember?" Poe grumbles from behind the arm draped over his face. "I know I can't remember. Pretty sure it was boring. Never quite figured why people think it's a good idea. Then, I do a lot of things people frown at. Having fun though. So, they can all fuck themselves." He tilts his head and lets one eye escape to look over toward Viktor. "That's cool. Yeah. Hey, Vik. Good to meet you - sorry about the shit flu though. What do you do around here?" Small talk to pass the minutes in the sun. He finally drops his arm and can't help but laugh when he looks toward Ico again. "Thinkin' about you dragging wagon full of soup around down going house to house. They'll make a documentary about you one day. I won't watch it." Arm back over his eyes. "Fuck documentaries."

Love does smirk at the mention of digging a grave or moving a body. "Mae." She rasps. "You would help me dispose of that much organic material?"

She glances up, her eyes tracking Poe for a moment before she looks over to Viktor who has indeed emerged and seems less than corpsified. Her hands move, like she's thinking about levering up out of the water, but ultimately has neither the desire nor the strength to do it. Floating is fine, even if the water's unduly warm. Her long braid absorbs a bunch of water and sticks to her back. She somehow managed to keep her sunglasses on despite jumping in the pool. That's fashion magic right there.

"Who's playing Seven Minutes in Heaven? What?" She's there, just floating and half listening for a while. She seems to be tuning back in now. "Chaste, what." Several comments from the last few minutes all back up in her flu-clogged brain and rattle out together.

"Attagirl." Viktor chuckles in Love's direction as her brain spools up once more after the water flu reboot, turning down Ico's offer of tissues. "Thanks, but I'm good. No sniffles yet." Yet. He's already convinced that his particular brand of whatever's going around is going to beat the shit out of him sooner rather than later.

Poe gets a double thumbs-up when he finally looks his way. "You too, man. Work up at the hospital." Hence the whole transmission vector thing, then. "Thought it best to take some time off before this all goes haywire."

See? He looks and seems fine. A little ruffled, sore throat, but fine. Please ignore him mimicking Poe's movements to drape a forearm over his face as he sinks down to lay on the floor.

Ico does listen but is quiet until Love is startling to reply. Looking to her, chuckling softly. "How are you feeling?" He asks her. "I mean. Other than being sick." Grinning a bit. Looking to Poe. "Oh, you'd watch it." He offers and smirks. "Or I'll keep you out of Platinum." He jests.

Zombies are attacking! In pastels. A lean figure shambles towards the pool area, using all her strength to raise an arm to wave to the others. An attempted bright greeting of "Hey!" is muffled by the face mask that Park wears - she is thinking of others. Her boots clomping on the ground, mini-skirt and t-shirt completing the thrown together ensemble. To cheer herself up, she is wearing a headband that has a stuffed Pokemon perched atop her head.

Finding a place to collapse, she does so, moaning her pain to the world. "I hurt all over...oh...song lyric. 'And I'm feeling, sore all over. Yes I'm, sore all over. Sore all over, after sex.' It sounds a bit familiar though." She must have caught some of the conversation when she adds. "I'm chaste...never caught."

Mae gives Poe a hard look, like a.. I will take two steps and punch you right in the neck look. She's done texting so her phone gets placed on a side table as she stretches out. She waves a limp wrist in Park's direction, it's clear that she is starting to get tired out, her eyes dropping as she lets out a breath. "You look so bright. How are you so bright?" Then Park starts to sing or moan or something and Mae snickers softly at the words.

"We're all gonna get fired." She murmurs, and then almost like an afterthought she extends her leg to kick at Poe. Not hard, but enough to get his attention.

Poe can feel the look enough to peek out from beneath his arm again, but he likely didn't believe Mae had the energy to actually assault him. He was wrong. "Hey!" He grunts when she kicks out a foot and catches him square. He sweeps out a hand to try to grab her ankle but misses. "Save it for the gym, Mae. If you're proper pissed at me you might knock me down a few pegs. I'm ready for it."

He watches Viktor collapse again and then his attention is drawn toward Park, summoning a smile for her arrival. "The chase is really the best part. Hey Mee. I like the Bane mask. You make it work way better than he did."

Love seems to have nested up against the wall of the pool quite comfortably. It keeps the pressure off her various systems, floating. She keeps her head above water with her arms resting on the edge of the pool. "Yeah, babe, thanks. Thanks for checking in. Living in the motel it's easy to feel a little bit removed from the community, but you guys..." She flips her hand a little, then presses it against the side again. "Who knew Mae's talking me into asking Tony about a job would turn out so chummy."

The tattooed swimmer, who really is about one step away from resembling a cpr dummy. With a lot of graffiti on it, granted. Her gaze skims over Vik, who seems to be communing with the warm, sun-baked ground.

"Mee." What might once have been a Mee! is taken down a few notches by the ground glass it sounds like Love's been gargling. "Girl, we're wrecked. How are you still cute when you're wrecked?" She mms and looks over to Mae. "Tony can't fire us if he's laying on his office floor wishing for death."

Ico smiles and waves to Park, offering soup if she wants. Raising a brow at the song and her state and words though. Not pitching in at the moment. He is amused. Chuckling at the Bane comment. "Quite a different looking Bane." A smirk and chuckle to Love. "Hey, I don't think he deserves it that bad." He suggests and grins. Giving a thumbs-up to Park though at all the compliments thrown her way.

"It's not a Bane mask, silly" Park mumbles from behind it. "I should have put cat whiskers on it" she muses - but obviously her illness is preventing her following through on such brilliant ideas at the moment.

"I don't feel very cute" she adds, pulling the mask down so she can breathe properly, her nose suitably runny and flesh paler than usual. "But you have to think positive. That way your body makes itself better." A pause. "It doesn't seem to be working yet." She eyes off the offered soup and goes even paler...with a touch of green. "No thank you, Ico" she smiles as sweetly as cracked lips can manage. Spotting Viktor lying there she asks, "Is he alive?"

"That's another lyric, Poe. 'The chase is much better than the catch'. I think that one has definitely been used before. Does that mean they are really terrible in bed?"

Violence by the pool! She will give Mae a thumbs up for standing up for herself. Or reclining for herself. "I should go to the gym."

"Did someone infect him too? Someone should take him some soup." Mae eyes Ico for a few beats and then she scoffs toward Poe. "Hey, you open your mouth, spew out words, you're inviting me to retaliate." She groans and settles back into the chair, her hair starting to dry. "Love. You should come with me tonight. It's cold and then it's warm, and a snuggle buddy would make everything two hundred percent better." She opens an eye and gazes toward the pool. "I'll even promise not to molest you. My hands will behave."

She huffs out a breath and grunts softly. "How I'm getting back to the house is a good question though." She blinks at Park. "You want to go to the gym? It's fun, you should."

"I can take you back, Mae. And anyone you want to pile into your bedroom. I can fit a few." Poe's grandmother's car is old, but it's big. "You're not the first one to hit me for what my mouth spews, Mae. Gettin' used to it by now. Learned to fight because otherwise I'd have the shit beat out me a couple times a week."

He rolls his head in one direction to listen to Love for a moment and then rolls back to look at Park when she unmasks herself. Then he shakes his head. "Sex isn't the end. Fuck. That's before the chase most of the time."

"NOT DEAD!" Viktor coughs from his position on the floor, having instantly dozed off for a second as soon as his back hit ground.

His eye creeps open to listen to drifting conversations around him, slowly and slightly meandering from person to person to person to pers-Wait that's a new one. "How do you sneak up on people in that?" He asks Park, coughing a little at the end of the sentence in surprise at her appearance, moving his hand over his mouth when he does so. Laying on the back? Comfortable. Nice. Cozy. Not great for liquid in the back of the throat. Liquid he's obviously adding to with a slightly noisy roll of that honey lemon lozenge sweet thing around his mouth.

Love smiles to Park, a little wan, but she seems to have perked up a bit now that she's floating in the water. She watches her talking, and shakes her head at something she says. "I guess it depends on what you want once you catch them." She doesn't seem surprised that Mee believes in the power of positive thinking. She looks from Park to Vik. "He's probably alive." Unconcerned.

"I can't imagine all of us are sick and Tony's not." She reaches for her phone and pokes at it. Then looks up when Mae speaks. "Okay." That's all it takes to get her to agree to go somewhere. "I mean you don't have to one hundred percent behave." She doesn't move to get out of the pool. Come to think of it, she might still be in there because she's kinda stuck.

"Definitely not dead," she confirms, once Vik coughs out his confirmation too.

Ico shakes his head at Mae's question. "Not to my knowledge, but I will check up on him." He says and nods. As for gym, he nods again. "Indeed, you should. It can be nice." He agrees. Chuckling at Poe's words though but no reply. Grinning at Viktor as well. "Careful there mate." He offers, checking in on him as well. Looking between them all before looking at his phone. "I should probably get going soon, so I can make it in to work as well. I'll leave some soup there for Tony as well." A smile and a nod at Love's words on the chase. "Agreed." Looking to Love in the pool. "Are you going to sleep in there?" He teases.

"Don't tell me that, when people say I don't have to behave then I take it as a personal challenge." Mae scrunches up her face and grunts softly, gazing over at her new enem..er Poe. "Really? You'd ride us home? I'm not going home home, I'm going somewhere else, but it is on Elm Street." She beams a smile at him, he's instantly forgiven. "I won't kick you anymore.. tonight."

She settles down, listening to the various conversations, but when Viktor announces that he's alive, she shoots him a thumbs up. That is all she can manage for a moment.

"Poor Mister Antonio. Ico can take him soup. " Oh, he's not sick. "Hey, do you think there is a plague? Maybe everything should close down anyway...just for a couple of days. The Pink Death. Black is such a downer."

A smile is summoned from the depths of Hell as Viktor proclaims his liveliness. "Hey, Viktor. Probably not a good idea to take someone home now." A pause. "I live on Elm Street now. Are people going home?"

"and can everyone stop saying spew, please?" Park whimpers, before chipmunk cheeks appear as if she is attempting to hold something down. A panicked look around before she is up on her feet and running for the nearest trash can. And if there aren't any close by, the the pool may not be a safe place to be. That should get Love out of the water.

Patting his palm against his chest to shake away any more coughing, Viktor, shoe-less but still wearing jeans, shuffles forward to dip his legs in to the water. Up to his shins. "I'd take someone home." He replies to words not directed his way. "But I am now comfortable, and I put Popsicle in the refrigerator. If you're bailing, Love, I'm keeping the key card."

Gifts and get well soon items were bought before he felt the aches and onset. Like the earliest divorce, half of the stuff being cooled in her room now belongs to him.

Last but not least? There's a yell of "THERE'S A PLANTER." in Park's direction as she moves. Quietly, mostly to himself, he adds: "Won't be the first time it's used for that today."

There's a good chance Love does intend to sleep in that pool. "Maybe. Probably."

"You can rub my back all you want, Mae. Free of charge." She's so generous. She tips back to sink into the pool again, just her hands on the ledge for the moment, black-painted nails just hanging on. From somewhere over the edge, mostly hidden, her voice: "The pink death." She laughs, and it ends in a coughing fit. She coughs again and says, "Oh, dude. Nobody hurl. If you gotta hurl, do it in a planter where we can't see you." She's totally on the same page as Vik. It's kinda spooky. Or...

Well. More likely, they both have some experience hurling in, uh, public. "I told you to double up on sick supplies, but men never listen." This is to Vik. You can tell because she then says, "Vik, you can stay in my room as long as you want."

Look at that, Love does have some strength left in her. One last kick of her legs and Love grabs hold of Vik's knees and uses his legs to pull herself out. It goes like this: knee, knee, sweep a hand up to grab his shoulder. If he tenses his abs, all should go well, and she'll climb over him, maybe scraping her knee a little bit. If he doesn't, they're both going back in the pool.

Ico looks between them though as Viktor calls out and Park runs off he will move to check on her. Tissues, hand sanitizer, brought along. Grinning as Love pops out of the pool though. A bit amused as she uses Vik as a ladder. Turning back to check on Mee for now.

There's a planter? Park can't spend time looking for planters when the food from the last week wants to pop out and say 'hello'. A convulsion suggests something has risen but she still has her mouth closed - clear distress in her eyes. That pool is looking good and she's heading for it. Wait, what's that big object with the plants. A last minute change of course before she has to open her mouth and demonstrate a technicolor yawn for her friends. How embarrassment! She heaves a few times as she empties out the carrots she never ate and then slumps back to catch her breath. Thank goodness for Ico. At least her embarrassed blushing has some color back in her cheeks. "Sorry, everyone" she croaks.

Mae starts to gather her things, her eyes on Viktor and Love, watching the complicated pull push, get up and go. Her eyebrows quirk and then she checks her phone, replying to a text. "Maybe the pool was a bad idea. Once you get in, you can't get out." She watches Park and winces when she loses her carrots. Gross. "Oh god oh god, I have to go." She winces, trying to keep her eyes averted and her nose covered. "Love if you're coming, let's go get some of your shit."

She's quick stepping toward the rooms, calling out, "Park, feel better!"

"I did double up. It's not my fault we're both greedy. Anyway, great. I'm stealing all of the popsic-" That's as far as Viktor gets before his leg's grabbed, he's used as a ladder by the ascending Love, and taking a moment to pat and squeeze at her forearm before he realizes he wasn't really prepared for this at all.

He slid a bit at the first touch. At the grab of the shoulder? Love successfully escapes the water. Viktor does not. His legs sink in up to his thighs, and there's a small noise of complaint thanks to, well. The jeans. "Augh." Park's enthusiastic hurl? "Augh."

It's a slightly pathetic back-shimmy he does to haul himself back out, water running out of his clothes and across the floor. At least his phone wasn't in a pocket. Or his hand.

By the time Mee redirects, Love's already using Viktor like a jungle gym. He's a good handhold, too. Nicely done, blue eyes. Love thumps over on the ground, rolling onto her back. So much energy, so fast. All the reserves. "Oh god." Don't you wish ladies always said that after climbing all over you, Viktor? Or maybe they do, Love doesn't know.

"Oh, girl. Are you okay?" Love has sympathy, even though she's had to emergency bail on the pool because of that scare.

She peers down her body. "... Vik?" She heard his sounds of distress. "Babe, you ok?" She moves to get to her feet. "I'm gonna grab some stuff... and go home with Mae. We have this project we have to work on between dying." She can draw in bed, right? "Are you ok? Stay in my room. I will come back and check on you."

Ico waves to the others, as people seem to be leaving, "Take care." He says before looking to Park again. "We should get you home." Turning to Love and Viktor. "You both okay?" He asks. Letting they handle the stuff and figure things out. Turning to Mee. "Breathe." Rubbing her back some.

"I'm okay" Park lies as she drags herself back to her feet on trembling legs. Though she does find the strength to giggle at Love and Viktor's escapades in the pool. "You're wet" she helpfully informs the human ladder before offering an apologetic wave to the departing Mae. "You too. Sorry again." She nods to Ico, home sounds good. "Can we watch 'Can't Stop the Music' this time?" Park will probably be asleep before the Village People are even formed.

"I'm just wet from the knees down." Viktor mutters, catching Love's calf with the back of a hand in a soft reassurance. "The worst kind." It really is. Especially in denim. Sitting up on his hands, the man looks like he's about to ponder trying to wring them out while they're still on his legs, then has that thought interrupted by the departing Mae and the question coming over from Ico. "I'm good. Just damp. Little warning next time, Love?"

And then everyone's leaving. For a second, he lifts up an arm to sniff an underwing and make sure it's not him causing it, but then he remembers that oh yeah, Park just threw up in a line of plants. Probably not him.

He blinks.

Still could be him. "Fifty Fifty. If I'm not here, I've gone home and I'm crashing in a hammock out back. Might as well make the drive while it'll still be enjoyable." He passes up to Love, making one failed attempt to stand and then deciding that no, the floor is very comfortable thank you.

"I feel like this is a great place for some kind of dirty joke, but I just don't have it. I don't have it. My brain is floating in a sea of nope." Love moves to get up off of the ground, dragging her foot across Vik's hip, which is either an accident or an apology. "Sorry, babe. You're right. Though I have to say, sometimes warnings take the magic out of a relationship." That phrase doesn't bode well at all.

"Text me your address." She rises to her feet, finally, though the wander to the door to room 15 is somewhat slow and she has to stop, come back for her phone, and then she moves over to give Vik's shoulder a squeeze, bending to say something to him. When she straightens, she wavers a little. Headrush. Augh. Once she's up and moving, it's easier. She wanders for the room again.

She should be back out in a couple of minutes with a small bag including a sketchbook in her arms, a cotton maxi dress pulled over her head. She takes a swing by the pool to make sure no one's dead by the side of it.

Ico chuckles and nods to Park, "Sure." He assures her. Turning towards Vik and Love. He will give Poe a wave goodbye as well. Then back to the duo trying to escape the pool. "Need any help before we go?" Moving to offer to help them back into the room. Grinning at Love. "Well, you can figure it out when you feel better. I'll help you out." He teases. Bowing and will head out.

Some time later, a pair of swimsuited teenage girls wander out to the pool area, and one of them says to the other, "Ugh. It totally smells like vom out here. Let's go to the boardwalk before we catch the crimson tide."

The other girl looks over. "The what?" She goes back to her phone before an response can be given.

(OOC NOTE: in which we all forgot it was late autumn. Soooo.... unseasonably warmish day! One last screw you from the weather gods as we're all too sick to enjoy it.)