[Dave had been utterly miserable when he got sick. He'd squirreled himself away but when he returned a few hours ago in place of a young kid is a 33 year old adult in a plain white shirt and pants.

He's presently at the bar with a glass of whiskey. But he hasn't touched the alcohol. Had a few sips but that's it. Every time he goes to lift it to his lips something stops him and he sets the glass back down.]

Ugh. Damn it, it's like the universe is out to be more confusing than usual.

[Where is Rose when you needed her, he thinks a little sourly.]

[ooc: Dave was changed into his older alternate self by the pollen. All replies will be answered by ollieoutie]

[Do you hear that sneezing, Plane? That pathetic moaning from the general direction of the kitchen? That curious honking noise that one can only make when their sinuses are full to the brim with snot?


Yeah that's Isaac. He isn't handling this allergy business too well.

It's enough of a miracle that he's managed to make himself a cup of tea, and he's leaning over the still steaming kettle to try and alleviate some of his congestion. It's working, to an extent, but he sneezes again, and the water in the kettle suddenly freezes solid.]

Eeh? I thought I left the frost gem a---AH!

[CHOO! and this time, a cyclone of air forms, flinging the poor kettle some ways way. Isaac stares after it a minute...and moans.]



((Isaac has some allergies! He's casting psynergy of all elements when he sneezes so uh...might not want to stand directly in front of him.