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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance. Your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game, the thread will not be applicable toward rewards as that character would not have a card value.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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[ Maybe, if he were to stop and think for a goddamn second, Fuuta would realize what that probably means. He's been stuck in this resort for a while now, and he's learned enough of its proclivities. The dots are right there for him to connect, if he could just dedicate his tiny brain to it.
But too bad, he's instead distracted by Narumi's terrible bedside manner. Fuuta promptly scowls. His meager brain-to-mouth filter has gone on a merry vacation for the moment, and he snaps back with zero hesitation: ]
You're supposed to give your own name first if you wanna demand someone else's. Don't you even know basic manners?
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Narumi Gen.
[ And that straight, impressive sit continues...
.... For a few pregnant seconds while Narumi waits............
.............. For any kind of reaction.....................................
............................ That will surely be coming any moment.........................................................
Any sort of smug smile that may or may not have been on his face a moment ago (but definitely was), is slipping now.
What the fuck? ]
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does
get a reaction!
In the form of Fuuta coughing up a petal, which goes flopping sadly onto the bed. ]
... the hell's wrong with you. [ At least the cough's finally snapped him out of his puzzled reverie, and Fuuta turns his head aside to cough a few more times before looking back to Narumi with eyes narrowed. He still looks and sounds supremely unimpressed. ] Kajiyama Fuuta. We good now? Can we move on?
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How the hell does anyone not know who he is?
He goes from a smile slipping off his face to an outright scowl as he snatches the clipboard back, pretending to flip through the pages of it and read it, complete with some falsely thoughtful hums. ]
Nothing for it. No cure. Guess this is how you're going out, kid.
[ Absolutely stupid, petty bullshit.
He won't actually let Fuuta continue to get worse, of course. If absolutely nothing else he'll find someone with some free time, or another patient to help the guy out.
But he is going to be a bitter little fuck for a few seconds first to vent his anger. ]
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Wh -- are you messing with me?!
[ Not that Fuuta knows anything about medicine, but he sure saw the way that smirk did a clean 180 into the world's most sour scowl. All because -- what. This guy thought he'd be recognized? How far up your own ass do you have to be to pull some shit like that? And this guy's supposed to be a doctor?! (He is not.) ]
Like hell I'm gonna believe that -- lemme look at that!
[ And perfectly cool-headed, reasonable individual that he is, of course Fuuta just reaches forward to try and snatch the clipboard out of Narumi's hands. ]
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Unfortunately for Fuuta, even if he doesn't know about Narumi's work on the defense force or anything about his combat prowess, it doesn't actually undo the fact that he possesses it. That's all to say a scrawny bruised boy is absolutely not going to be fast enough to grab the chart out of Narumi's hands, and he moves quickly to move it out of Fuuta's reach before the poor guy even has a real chance. ]
Hey, who's the doctor here?
[ Not. Fucking. Narumi. That's for damn sure. ]
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Injuries aside, it's not like Fuuta has atrocious reflexes ... he thinks? And he's not so wounded that he shouldn't be able to snatch up a clipboard out of some hack not-doctor's hands. But Narumi whips it out of his reach before his fingertips can even touch it, and Fuuta's left awkwardly swiping at thin air; his face reddens a shade from making such an obvious fumble. ]
You're a hack of a doctor is what you are! You should be getting your license revoked for treating patients like this!
[ Said as he tries to make another lunge for the clipboard -- which he doesn't even really want, to be honest, but it's about the principle of the matter at this point. ]
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Right now though Narumi just spins on the rolling stool he is perched on top of, delicately and easily escaping from Fuuta's next attempt at the clipboard, all while not even hiding his loud snort of laughter at the comment about getting his license revoked.
Planting his foot on the floor to stop himself from another round of spinning, he shoves off against the floor and propels himself down the length of the bed, so he's near the foot of it, out of Fuuta's immediate grabbing range, and rests one elbow on the bed while he looks at the chart. ]
I guess there is one thing you could try to cure yourself.
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Despite the abject shittiness of that cheap office chair, Narumi somehow manages to deftly, gracefully avoid his grabbing hands, and Fuuta gives a loud snarl of frustration as he's left grasping at thin air. His next lunge is violent enough that he almost throws himself off the patient's bed entirely, needing to grab at its edge to keep himself from toppling over, and he's left bristling impotently at Narumi as he rolls merrily out of reach.
He looks 500% like an angry chihuahua that's gotten hosed. ]
Aah?! Fucking spit it out, then! The hell's wrong with you, playing these stupid games instead of doing your damn job!
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He points the corner of the clipboard meaningfully at Fuuta. ]
First, start paying more attention to the news. You need to learn who it is that's keeping your country safe.
[ He's still making assumptions that Fuuta is Japanese, much less that they're from the same world at all, but that's been a larger issue that's going to take Narumi a little more grappling to fully accept. ]
Second, fuck someone.
[ Here he tosses the clipboard to Fuuta in a soft, underhanded lob that should be easy to grab. The information there will actually give the second "prescription" that Narumi just said. ]
Seems to be doing just fine for everyone else that has wandered in here hacking up flowers.
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The cure is ... ugh, whatever. Sure. Of course. Of fucking course a disease in this stupid fucking place would be solved with sex. Fine! Whatever.
More importantly -- ]
The hell're you talking about. Keeping my country safe from what.
[ He'd normally be a lot more indignant about this. Given how much time he spends online, he's pretty sure he knows about most big news stories, at least. But Milgram had given him zero access to outside information or news, and it's been ... what, years since he ended up there. Even if he knows on a rational level that Narumi is probably from a different Japan, a different time period from him, he still can't help the flicker of worry that makes his stomach twist. ]
Where're you from, what year was it. You're really bad at explaining anything.
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With a heavy sigh he hefts himself up and off of the stool, and walks to the head of Fuuta's bed to rummage around the small table for anything interesting looking. ]
Japan. 2020.
[ Has this boy been in this hotel for that long that he's lost track of years? Maybe he's not from Japan either, though it isn't like the threats he happens to handle are a Japan only problem. ]
And Kaiju. What else?
[ He says it so seriously, without a trace of irony. Whether Fuuta believes him or not, it's clear that Narumi either believes what he's saying, or he's an incredible actor. ]
1/2
His expression hardens and his face pales a notch as his thoughts automatically go to his sister and his father (and maybe, ever so slightly, his distant mother). Family is still family, after all, and the possibility that something might have happened to them has his blood running colder. ]
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... kaiju.
[ An eyebrow raises. ]
Like ... big monsters, kaiju? Codzilla kaiju?
[ Fucking ... never mind. He's pretty sure they're not from the same world. ]
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What the hell is Codzilla? Honestly, he doesn't even know what a proper Godzilla would be either, given the nature of kaiju where he's from, though he would definitely recognize the shape as being similar to ones he's taken out before. ]
What's your deal, kid? Have you been living under a rock this whole time?
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You really don't know anything, do you?
[ His face is just begging for a fist in it. ]
People here end up from all sorts of different places, moron. And there's no kaiju where I'm from -- they're only a thing in movies and games. Kaiju don't exist. I dunno what kind of Japan you're from, but you're no different from the people here who can do fantasy magic and other nonsense like that.
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That kind of premise makes me think whoever came up with it reads too much isekai.
[ He's talking about it like he doesn't believe what Fuuta is saying, or doesn't seem to think this entire situation is real.
He halfway doesn't. ]
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Yeah, well -- to me, it's not like you sound any less like someone who fell out of a light novel.
[ He also scoots over an inch on the bench, though it's less to give Narumi more room to sit, and more just because he'd feel awkward sitting so close to this jackass. ]
Not like there's much difference between people who use magic and people who say kaiju are real.
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There's plenty of difference. One of those things is real.
[ He says like earlier he wasn't excitedly picking up rocks to bash mimics to death with. Like he isn't watching a boy currently hack up his flower filled lungs from a disease that seems like something right out of an overwrought shoujo where people are cursed if they don't confess their love.
Though in this case it's not love as much as-- ]
I wasn't joking about you needing to screw. No idea why it works, but I've been loitering around here long enough to see that the people who do it seem to have that cough of theirs clear up fast.
[ He's also giving up the game, and making it clear that he is not, in fact, a doctor by making that flippant statement. ]
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[ It's gritted out stubbornly before he clears his throat once, twice, coughs a few more times, then gropes for a tissue from a nearby cart of supplies to spit out the last few petals that had caught in his throat. Gross. His expression is grim as he crumples up the tissue to throw into a nearby trashcan. ]
Dunno what kind of place you're from, but fantasy stuff and kajiu are both fake. Fictional. So don't go acting like you're the reasonable one here.
[ Followed by a grimace as he considers the 'prescription' that Narumi's giving him, There's a dusting of pink at his cheeks as he looks away with a scowl. ]
... you're useless, by the way, if that's really the only help you can give. There's gotta be, like, cough drops or something to help with all this. Something other than -- ... that. [ Pause, before he looks back to Narumi with his expression scrunched up. ] Wait, you were just hanging out here watching people go at it? You know how creepy that sounds?
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Nope.
[ He makes a sweeping gesture around them. There are some private areas in this little clinic, but the people waiting to be seen around them aren't exactly getting down and dirty out in the open.
... Most of them. There have been a few about faces that Narumi has had to make when walking into a room, but that's not a current problem right now. ]
I'm getting paid to tell people like you what you've gotta do to get rid of that nasty cough of yours. I'm not sticking around to watch them treat themselves.