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Fade Rift Mods ([personal profile] faderifting) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-04-17 01:31 am

OPEN: Cloudreach Event

WHO: Anyone at Skyhold
WHAT: Cloudreach showers bring weird shit.
WHEN: Cloudreach 15 onward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: For information about the illness, its effects, and its cure, please make sure to also read the OOC Post.


This high in the mountains, snowstorms are to be expected. But this one is large and lingering, hanging over the valley and the fortress for days. In Skyhold, with its eternal spring, the snow becomes rain before it hits the ground, leaving inhabitants and visitors to wade through puddles and mud in the courtyards. In the valley, snow and ice accumulate under cloud cover—and worse, when the clouds finally thin, a whole winter's accumulation of snow begins to melt in the sunlight.

Within a day, the ground is sodden and mucky enough to give the survivors of the Fallow Mire (or Ferelden in general) unpleasant flashbacks, and those who live in tents are issued additional hastily-constructed wooden pallets to raise their floors above the mud. It is worse outside the fortress: streams and rivers have overflowed their banks, rapids run twice as fast as normal, and flash flooding has made even road travel treacherous.

On Cloudreach 17 a mudslide buries the pass into Skyhold from the west, and on the 19th a sheet of snow loosened from a mountainside collapses into the shadowed passage from the east. An Inquisition supply caravan is caught in the latter, scattering wagons and goods across the hillside and leaving a dozen people and horses in need of rescue and medical care.

Healers may find themselves stretched thin, as in addition to the usual rash of blisters and sniffles that come from days of rain and flooding, an illness begins to sweep through Skyhold's ranks from around the 16th onward. It's marked first by climbing fever, then by flashes at the edges of vision—green light and jagged formations that aren't there, beings of light and shadow gathering around people or clustering in corners—and distant voices, coherent for brief moments if you're quiet and still and not trying too hard to listen.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-29 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sam blinks, watching Cyril for a moment to see if that was it or if there was more. When there isn't he sighs, just seeing how bad the elf was with the illness. "I'm going to go get you some tea and broth, get something in your stomach."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-03 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I like different things in my stomach," Cyril says without taking a moment to consider how he shouldn't say imply at sex around Sam.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-03 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
It's not like implying sex was bad, but it certainly felt a bit different when Cyril did it. Thankfully, Sam isn't thinking on it too much, taking the comment as a loopy fever induced confirmation about food. He makes a point to tell Cyril to stay before he disappears.

He isn't gone for that long, but certainly longer than what he was expecting, what with so many looking for food or something to drink. At least it was being supplied at the tents. "Cyril? Still in here I hope," he says, using an elbow and a shoulder to open up the flap.
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-12 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, yeah," Cyril responds. He had ended up on his back in someway and pushes himself up as Sam comes nearer. "I think I don't mind being sick if you're going to be getting me things and nursing me back to health."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-12 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I really hope you aren't going to try getting yourself sick often just so I would do that," he says with a raised brow, holding out the bowl for Cyril to take, but not letting go until he knows it isn't going to get dropped. "I wouldn't mind getting you things even if you weren't sick."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-13 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no," Cyril responds, frowning a bit at the idea. "I hate being sick. I'm just saying this isn't as bad as other times because you're here." He chuckles softly a the last part. "Oh, nice. I'll have to take you up on that."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-13 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Because he was there. Sam smiles at that, grabbing a stool and pulling it over so that he can sit next to the cot. "Just try to make it something reasonable. And maybe not in the middle of the night unless you're in dire need."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-13 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, the middle of the night does tend to make odd needs for me...."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-13 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Let me guess. You crave pudding in the middle of the night?"
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-29 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Cyril laughs at that, amused. "No. Usually sex, but pudding does sound good."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-29 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
That wasn't surprising, but he knows Cyril wouldn't call him in the middle of the night for something like that. It's just his usual flirting and honesty mixed with fever. "If you manage to get this down I can see if there is any pudding available."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-30 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Cyril just sounds so pleased over that. "You're too good to me, Sam."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-30 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Cyril just loved his pudding. "You're right. I don't go get pudding for just anyone."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-30 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Cyril chuckles a bit and then feels a little woozy. "Oh. I should probably... lie down or something."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-30 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
It was obvious that something was up with the sudden way Cyril started to sway where he was sitting. "That sounds like a good idea. You should probably try getting some rest too."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-30 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, yeah. That." He grins a bit at Sam. "Help me to bed?"
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-30 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
"You're sitting on a cot," he points out. "If you're feeling dizzy or anything you should just bunk here for a bit."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-07-01 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Cyril pouts a bit. "No, I mean I want you in bed with me," he says after a moment. Usually he'd be more careful about being so blunt with Sam, but something about his fever makes him less cautious.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-07-02 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Cryil, I'm not sure if it's big enough for me." The cot that is. Honestly he's giving the elf the benefit of the doubt with all this, figuring being sick is just wanting someone close. After all he and Merrick did share a space together.
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-07-10 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh..." Cyril looked around at the cot. "Oh, right." He looks pretty disappointed. "And you probably have other people to help, don't you?"
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-07-11 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam notes the disappointed look and reaches over and lightly rubs the hair off his forehead. "Yeah. It seems I'm pretty popular today." A joke since that clearly wasn't the case, but hopefully enough to perk Cyril up a bit. "I'll be back though to check on you. Want anything when I come back?"
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-07-11 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just you," Cyril said softly. After a moment, he moved to lie down and rest. "Go save the world one patient at a time, okay?"
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-07-11 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam smiles before reaching over and grabbing Cyril a blanket, setting it just over the elf's midsection. "I'll be sure to come back quickly then. Try to rest."

Taking another moment to smooth out Cyril's hair, fingers lingering just a moment longer then he intends, Sam sighs and gets up to go see the next patient.