IMDb flu straggler

[i_am_your_host]

The last thing Dr. Dylan Reinhart remembers, at least vaguely so, is going to his room to sleep off an oncoming cold.

When he wakes up, he feels worse. Ugh.

Groggy and miserable, he changes out of his pajamas and into the tailored suit that's been laid out. Shirt, tie, sweater vest. None of the patterns or colors match, but oddly enough he makes it work in an elegantly offbeat way. Italian leather oxfords round out the ensemble.

He comes downstairs into the main bar, adjusting his pocket handkerchief (he has a feeling he'll be needing it as the sniffles, sneezing, and coughing persist). After ordering some tea and chicken soup, he tucks a cloth napkin into the collar of his vest, and settles down to eat.

As demure as he is, as engrossed in his meal as he is, and even as ill as he is, he still keeps his wits about him, observing who is in the room and where, the exits and windows (including the really Big Window). He can't exactly recall why he's like this. His memory is rather muddled at the moment. Which is annoying. And it's making him feel more ill than necessary.

[OOC: Have Emcee thinking he's Dylan Reinhart from Instinct.]

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee holds the teacup at his lips to inhale the warmth and fragrance.

"CIA? What is that, exactly...? I seem to recall that I was-- American, again." He shakes his head, massaging his brow.

"What did you say to explain who we were to each other?"

[the_cupbearer]

"Central Intelligence Agency. It's a particular group from the American government, which is far less informed than the name would have you believe," Ganymede says lightly, lifting a shoulder.

"I didn't. I said you looked like someone I knew, that's all. It seemed rather pointless to convince you we knew each other when you believed you were someone different." Ganymede very, very rarely insists he knows anyone if they don't or choose not to recognize him in public. He's had experience with that. "I gave you my current legal name in my own world, and we started to talk, that's all."

[i_am_your_host]

"Ah, that sounds reasonable," he says. "The insistence that I am, in fact, me, and not who I believe myself to be, has led to some, er, awkward situations in the past. And there was that one time I woke up in Sinric's bed thinking I was someone else."

[the_cupbearer]

"I've had a few too many instances of people purposefully wanting nothing to do with me in public to insist I know anyone, unless it's for a good reason," Ganymede says. "At least every time we've fooled around we've recognized reach other? Or so I hope."

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, yes, I am quite sure of that, darling," he chuckles and sighs, before taking a sip of tea. "Now comes the time when I try to strip myself of everything about the invading personality. Starting with the fucking clothes," he huffs, and he sits back and pulls the argyle sweater vest off over his head.

[the_cupbearer]

"Would you like me to help you?" he asks, chuckling. "A shower and your usual eyeliner would likely help."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee opens his mouth as if to make a sexy joke of some kind, but then reconsiders. "That-- is actually a marvelous idea," he says instead with a grin. "I think a hot bath is more in order, though; I'm still feeling under the weather and a nice lounge would do me some good."

[the_cupbearer]

"Feel free," Ganymede offers. "You can certainly use mine, if you'd like."

He likes baths. Cleanliness is something that is altogether too easy to get used to.

[i_am_your_host]

"Have you got a big one?"

Yes, Emcee is mostly back to normal, mentally-wise at least.

[the_cupbearer]

"Depends on who you ask," Ganymede says diplomatically as he finishes the drink that had been set down a while ago. "I have seen bigger. But everyone who's used it seems to like it."

They are still talking about baths, yes. Or Ganymede is.

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, sounds like just the thing I need."

Bathtubs, yes.

Emcee finishes up his tea and sniffles delicately into a handkerchief. It's an annoyance to be ill, and having to rest when there's fun to be had is not an ideal situation.

"I haven't been to your rooms in a while. It will be nice to visit again."

[the_cupbearer]

"Go on up if you like," Ganymede says. "I'll give you some time to relax."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee leans forward with his chin on his hand. "Weren't you going to help me take my clothes off?"