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[reaperrabbit]

[Normally, Brook would be perfectly happy to make a video post. It'd just be like his weekly recorded updates for his blog back home. Given the state he's in, though, he doesn't want to risk putting his face on camera. What if he looks as bad as he feels?

Why does he feel bad in the first place? Nothing makes any sense.]

ok, i know that for whatever reason, everyone's powers and shit have been weakened since they got here.
but has anybody else been feeling... weird?
like wobbly or your head hurting. or your legs not working right.
or like you have to lie down for a while until your eyes go back to normal.
idk, is this smth else that just happens here like weeds trying to eat you?

((OOC: Brook just hasn't realized that nerfing means he has to eat and sleep now, so he's been wandering around on little more than a Starbucks cake pop and no rest for days. That said, once people help him figure that out, he'll likely react to the thought of eating with disgust. This might hit a little close to disordered eating patterns, so please keep yourself safe if that's a trigger! Brook also has a permissions page with a long list of content warnings and an opt-out form, because I'm the Grim Reaper is a minefield of common triggers, and I don't want to suddenly spring anything unwanted on anyone.))

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[reaperrabbit]

no, i don't see anything like that on me.

do you think it's from the plants? some of them touched me. the ones in that greenhouse i mean.

[scowlish]

That's a relief. It means it's not an illness from my home, at least.

The plants touched me too, and I haven't gotten sick. Did you eat anything stupid?

[reaperrabbit]

just a cake thing from one of the cafes. someone told me it was ok.

[scowlish]

That shouldn't have done it.

[A pause, and then-]

You don't mean that's all you ate for two days, do you?

[Surely, he can't mean that. Then again, Onni himself didn't eat much the first few days he was here from not trusting the food, but...?]

[reaperrabbit]

i didn't even really want to eat that but i was trying to, idk, be polite or something! are you sure that wasn't it?

[scowlish]

It's probably that you haven't eaten anything in days! All those symptoms fit! Why didn't you eat?!

[reaperrabbit]

[...Ah.

...Shit.]

people can go a few days without eating, can't they?

[scowlish]

Well, yes, but it isn't comfortable or good for you! Did you drink or sleep? If you didn't drink, you must be nearly dead!

[reaperrabbit]

[...

Let's dodge that question entirely!]

how long can you go without sleep?

[scowlish]

[Is this person stupid? (He has not yet realized that it's the same person he met in the greenhouse.)]

Like a week? But you start having hallucinations and things after about two days.

[reaperrabbit]

[Brook may be stupid

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(He hasn't put together whom he's talking to, either. Even if Onni told him his name, Brook has a tendency not to pay attention to things he doesn't think are going to come up again, and in his profession, most people he meets... don't.)]

well, that hasn't happened yet at least...

[scowlish]

[(Onni probably forgot to give his name because he was too busy doing a protecc.)]

That's one thing at least. But you need to eat something and sleep and most importantly drink water. Where are you? I'll come make you something.

[reaperrabbit]

[(Brook definitely forgot to give his name because he never introduces himself to people he's just gonna have to kill in a minute! =:3)]

what? no way, i haven't needed to eat in a hundred years!

[scowlish]

[No killing Onni please!

Seriously though, he has so many questions. But he doesn't ask any of them because there's something much more important going on.]

I didn't ask when the last time you needed to eat was, I asked where you are!

[reaperrabbit]

[He won't. Probably.

He will stare at this message for a little bit, though.

...]

the subway station closest to the big park with the greenhouse. where the red and green lines cross.
there were benches, so i lay down.

do you mind going to action or do you want me to start a log? or handwave??

[scowlish]

[Oh good. Then they can be friends. And alright, he knows that place, he thinks.]

Alright. I'll be there. Just keep lying down.

Moving to action here is perfect!

[reaperrabbit]

[And what can Brook say to that, really?]

ok.

[Whether it takes Onni a while to find the station or not, he'll find Brook in the main lobby, tapping away at his phone while sprawled out over a bench. Well, as much as someone his size can sprawl.

There's no mistaking him. He's wearing the same distinct outfit as he had in the greenhouse. It's Onni's friend, the underdressed not-a-mage.

Laid low by hunger or not, he stops what he's doing when Onni appears, squinting and slightly wary.]

...You're from before. With the plants.

<3

[scowlish]

[It does take him a bit to find it, but find it he does (and gathers firewood along the way), and when he heads inside he spots one underdressed not-a-mage sprawled on a bench looking distinctly less like he could punch out some plants than he had last time.

Well, that's unexpected.

Sort of. That boy had seemed to have very little sense, back then. Either that, or he's just used to being very powerful (and possibly not human?) and is suddenly not so powerful here. Onni can sympathize with that.]

Ah. It's you.

[He relaxes a little bit, and heads over to the young man lounging on the bench, handing him a bottle of water.]

Drink this.

[Then he crouches on the ground next to the bench, casually starting a fire there with the firewood he'd been carrying.]

I'm going to make you something to eat.

[reaperrabbit]

[Brook takes the bottle on autopilot. His starving and exhausted brain is entirely too occupied trying to figure out why this guy is just pulling out firewood like that's normal to question the order.

Though, maybe that makes sense? He does dress like some kind of ancient Arctic explorer. You know, back when the Arctic had any ice.]

Wh... Over a fire? Right now?

[He pushes himself up on one arm to a seated position, though it makes his head spin a little. When he blinks at Onni, that half-incredulous expression from the greenhouse back on his face. It's more like three-quarters to near-fully incredulous this time, though.]

You... you know you really don't have to do that, right? Even the doctor didn't go that far out of his way...

[scowlish]

[Glances over at him while the fire gets going, eyeing him up as he gives Onni an incredulous expression and then asks him if he's going to make him food over a fire right now. Onni gives him back a slightly incredulous expression, and looks down at the fire again, then casually pulls out some ingredients from the grocery store from his pack - some beef, a potato, a couple of carrots, and an onion.]

Why not? There's plenty of room for the smoke to dissipate in here. Drink that, by the way. You're dehydrated.

[When the young man says he doesn't have to do that, he shrugs again.]

Someone has to, or you'll starve. And it's no good eating nothing but cake when you're starving.

[reaperrabbit]

[Is he? Can he get dehydrated? For the first time... yep, literally ever, Brook regrets not asking Satan more questions. While not caring has historically served him well, more and more these days, his ignorance and apathy have come to bite him in the ass.

With nothing definitive to say against Onni's assertion, Brook gives in and opens the water bottle. He has strength enough for that, at least.]

Fine.

[Though he stares down at it a moment longer, frowning and hesitant, in the end, he sighs and takes a gulp. Then a second. He lets those mouthfuls sit for a bit, testing whether that much will improve anything.]

I shouldn't need to eat anything at all.

[Since that cat's out of the bag, he might as well own it.]

[scowlish]

[Onni watches him take a couple of swigs of water, holding them in his mouth and then swallowing, nodding a little.]

Good.

[He adds two bottles of water to a pot and puts it over his little fire, adding some beef bullion and a bay leaf, then starts matter-of-factly cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife he picked up at a store. It doesn't handle as well as his own knife from home, but it'll do in the meantime. Dropping the vegetables into the water, he lets them boil a little. The stew won't be the best ever without searing the meat first, but it'll do for someone starving.]

You shouldn't? You mean you don't eat at home?

[He glances up at that, eyeing the not-mage with a curious expression.]

I'm Onni, by the way. What's your name?

[reaperrabbit]

I don't. I don't need to. [Yes, Brook, you keep saying that.] I don't know, I'll try a sweet sometimes, but only if it looks interesting. Otherwise I don't bother.

[Since the water isn't killing him, he takes another delicate sip and then pulls his feet up onto the bench. He wraps his arms loosely around his legs and rests a cheek on his knees, like a little kid who doesn't care how to sit properly in company.

It's been a long time since anyone asked him his name. Even the people he's met recently, the ones who have, somehow, become his friends--they learned his name elsewhere, Brook thinks. At least, he doesn't remember introducing himself. In a way, that's how it's always been. Things happen around him, without his input, and he just goes with the flow.]

...It's Brook.

[scowlish]

Well, whatever's made our abilities weaker here seems to have made it so you have to eat, too. And sleep, and drink.

[It's matter-of-fact, without much sympathy or anything. It's just the way it is, and Brook will have to adapt, as far as Onni's concerned. Adapt to survive, it's what's required from life, and a lesson that had been painful for Onni himself to learn.

He doesn't mind that Brook is sitting 'wrong' on the bench, either. It reminds him again of Lalli, of the way his cousin never quite sits on seats the way they're intended to be sat on. With the stubborn way Brook behaves and his lack of extreme emotions and general unfriendly demeanor, he reminds Onni more and more of his cousin.]

Brook. Good to meet you.

[He adds the meat to the stew, allowing it to cook, and then digs around in his pack to see if there's anything else inside he can give to the boy to tide him over. It's only recently he's been cooking for himself, but he has a few things in there. After a moment, he decides to bring out some rolls he'd found.]

These rolls might as well be cake for how sweet they are, so I don't know if they'll go with the stew, but here, take one.

[They're just regular dinner rolls, but Onni is used to the darkest rye bread. He gets up and hands over a roll to Brook.]

Try it.

[reaperrabbit]

[The meat going into Onni's stew gives Brook pause. He almost says something, then hesitates, hunching a little further into his legs while he weighs his options.

Which is sort of an oddly heavy reaction to have to a simple meal, isn't it? Hmm. The dinner rolls prompt no such consideration, only a faintly surprised blink. He's sharing more of his resources?

Bread should be fine, though. The doctor--Daan--suggested starting with that, too.]

...Okay.

[Brook settles the bottled water between his feet, takes the roll, and tears a small piece off of it. He chews it slowly, almost cautiously or experimentally, like this simple human staple is a foreign substance. Of course, after this long eating nothing but the occasional snack, it might as well be.]

...It's not cake. [He lets out a small sigh and picks off another piece.] But it's fine.

[He continues like that, pulling the roll apart bit by bit with his fingers to eat. It's unintentional, but at least he won't make himself sick by eating too fast after starving.]