[color=darkgray][center][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/KcJygoU.png[/IMG][/center][hr][B][COLOR=GOLD]Location:[/color][/b] Great Room, Observatory
[b][color=gold]Interactions:[/color][/b] Lys [@Force and Fury], Desmond [@Theyra], Poppy [@dreamingflowers]
[b][color=gold]Mentions:[/color][/b] [hr]

[color=Khaki]"Wait, what? What cake and I am not so sure about baking a cake"[/color]

[color=gold]“Don’t know unless you try.”[/color] Erik approached Desmond with a grin. 

[color=Khaki]“Oh, that cake, who made that one? Poppy?"[/color]

Erik looked back down at the cake as if to ponder its existence. [color=gold][i]Debatable.[/i][/color] He answered within.

[color=gold]“Apparently she did, yeah! Pops has the most unique cooking style amongst us in the Commune. Even motivated some of the most reluctant members to pick up preparing meals themselves.”[/color] It was the truth. Twisted, but the truth nevertheless. Poppy’s cooking tasted so bad, that people felt they’d better off making their own food even if they had never stood over a hot stove in their lives… or in memory.

[color=Khaki]“So you looking forward to anything tonight? I am going to just enjoy relaxing and eating some good food."[/color] When Desmond smiled, Erik smiled just as big, if not bigger. It was a contagious thing for him but also a motivator to keep things pushing. [color=Khaki]“...and I see that people have already started to eat.”[/color]

[color=gold]“Gotta feed the soul y’know. Most of us don’t need it, but I can say that most of us will never [i]not[/i] enjoy a good meal.”[/color] Erik was about to continue telling Desmond what he was looking forward to when Poppy walked with a  purpose toward the two of them. [color=gold][i]Please don’t be anything too bad.[/i][/color] Poppy didn’t always bring bad news. It was more so always something serious. Never a witty joke or something neat she discovered…

[color=Lightcoral]“Amelia's condition has changed, she seems to be struggling with something.”[/color] Erik’s expression briefly became pensive as he listened in.

[color=Lightcoral]“I haven't figured out what's wrong with her yet. We need to find the cause before it gets worse.“[/color] Erik glanced back at the others in the Great Room before returning his attention back to Poppy.

[color=gold]“Let’s go check her out then. Pops and Des, go on while I get the big brain.”[/color] Erik gave Poppy a confident nod before turning around into the room.

[color=gold]“Lyyys!”[/color] The unique pitch in Erik’s voice might have sent chills down Lys’ spine as she felt him firmly grip the push handles of her wheelchair. He leaned over as if he was going to speak quietly. [color=gold]“Emergency! Amelia needs you right now! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! Whoosh!”[/color] Erik began to push Lys briskly out of the room. [color=gold]“Before you ask, Pops isn’t sure what’s going on with her. She’s struggling with [i]something[/i].”[/color] 

Erik wouldn’t say it out loud but he was aware of the BOR parasite not always being compatible with its host. The such a case, the result was always the same. Even so, he would move with haste to the resting Amelia. She was just as much a member of the Commune as anyone else, and that meant Erik would try his damndest to help her in whatever way he could.


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