Some sneezes are more hazardous than others.

[skysung]

Kitten sneezes.

For most people, this wouldn't be such a remarkable thing, but then, most people are not sixteen year old dragons who have never, aside from a single case of indigestion, been sick in their lives. Most people also don't sneeze gouts of flame.

Kitten flings herself at the curtain she just set on fire, tearing it down and stomping on it. When she coughs smoke, the dragon eyes her surroundings and makes for an exit. She has to get outside. On stones, preferably. Somewhere she can't burn a building down around herself and anyone else who happens to be inside it.

She did see the message about illness, but Kitten assumed it wouldn't affect her. Immortals don't get sick. That she is now, and that fatalities were mentioned? Well, that's worrying.

Kitten is thoroughly miserable in her first illness, blue scales turning grey as she sulks about just how awful she feels. She is, after all, still a baby, however intelligent she may be. As time wears on, she gets more and more exhausted, color slipping out of her scales as they fade to near white. She'll have far less energy and patience for attempting to deal with communication barriers the more tired she gets.

Much of her investigation of the city so far has been done while camouflaged, scales blending in with her surroundings, so a 45 inch long dragon may come as a bit of a surprise to other residents. Right now, she certainly isn't bothering to hide herself.

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[eveningprimrose]

Luckily for Kitten, somewhere along the line, Prim will stumble upon her. Not quite literally, but close. Prim hadn't expected a dragon. This is a dragon, right? Still, it looks pretty miserable and even with the sniffles, Prim won't let it suffer alone.

"Hello?" she calls cautiously as she approaches. "My name is Prim. I'm here to help you."

Or try anyway. Prim will do what she can, even if it isn't much.

[minicaptain]

This is the first time Naomi has been sick without her mother nearby to help or the Doctor and sickbay to make it all go away. She's never actually been sick for an extended period of time because the Doctor can heal anything she would have gotten. But here things are different and with the holodeck doors shut, she can't even leave to go find someone herself. She's tried everything but nothing works. Maybe Voyager's run into something and the holodecks got cut off again. Maybe her being sick is all part of the program.

That doesn't really make her feel any better when she's already so miserable.

So, on her way to somewhere she can rest, since she's never seen a need to have a place to live here when she never stays the night, she eventually just sits down on a bench. Seven isn't even here to figure things out. Everything is awful and now Naomi is scared. Really scared.

She's so upset that it takes her a minute to notice the being on the ground. What is it... an Earth dragon from mythology? She doesn't really know or care right now. Instead, she just waves feebly and curls up on the bench where she can lie down and still see the dragon-thing.

"Are you sick, too?"

[anotheradjective]

Cassie definitely knew about illnesses, and what was seeming like a bad cold was a lot better than anything else it could be. A death sentence hanging over her head meant that a cold seemed relative blase. Or so she hoped. She prayed that was all it was and her life was just normal and a cold and...

A dragon.

Standing there holding a tissue to her mouth for when she coughed, Cassie just satred. She wasn't even sure what to think but that was, she was sure of it, a dragon.

"Oh. My. Uhmmm... You don't look well," says the lady with red rimmed eyes and a nose to match, and her words thick from the head cold she had. "Are you okay?"

Yep, she was asking a dragon questions.

[perfectforyou]

The message about being sick cleared up a lot for Henry, even with the lack of explanation. He's not the only one getting sick, and that makes him feel a little bit better about the whole thing, despite being locked in town for the time being. As far as sickbeds go, this one's pretty nice, so he's not going to complain.

With a wad of tissues shoved into his pockets, he's decided to go for a walk. Someone important once said that exercise can help keep you healthy, he's pretty sure - it probably doesn't apply when you're already sick, but that's beside the point. Fresh air is good for all of them. He's just not expecting to meet a dragon along the way.

"Whoa," he says, slowly coming to a stop to watch Kitten amble along. "Cool. I didn't know they had dragons here."

Because the very existence of dragons is so very normal where he comes from.