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W1, thursday

[recession]

[ Hello what the fuck anyway this is just a post-return pre-curfew check-in, you are resting temporarily in the island houses until you feel better at which point I don't know your curfew life.

Daan is just carving a fruit for him to eat. It can be in silence. ]

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[ this is fine, he will sit with him like a good boy as he reorients himself. he's sitting fairly close, which isn't a side effect of affection week.

at one point, his eyes close and he reaches up to cover his ears with a shaky breath, mumbling: ] S'not real, not real...

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[ Well, isn't that a familiar sentiment. He glances over at Alfyn, and reaches over, snapping fingers in front of his face. ]

Here, Mr. Greengrass. You're right in that it's not real, stay with me. Have a slice of apple.

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[ there's a hiccup of noise from him, before he swallows it down and refocuses on daann's fingers. ]

Just - [ his gaze flicks to the side, hands still over his ears, though slightly lifted away, miserable. ] Gods, they really mess with you.

[ even if alfyn is clearly still hearing something, he'll take the slice from him. ]

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They do, yeah. Would it help you better to talk and get it off your mind? Or would you rather do something else to distract.

Pickles gave me a puzzle cube yesterday, if keeping your brain engaged would work too.

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Puzzle cube..?

[ you could give it to him to mess with, but he would be fine talking about this, also. he's not constipated about his woes like some people.

still. eats his fruit. ]

I dunno, it's - some of you guys were there, too, and folks we knew from home. But... they were under her control. I'm hearin' 'em now.

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Yes.

[ He produces... a beige TikTok mom style Rubik's Cube. All sides are varying shades of beige. Amazing. ]

The rule of the game is that you mix them up, and then flip the sides so that all of them are unified by colour as you see here. It's good mental exercise if you want to play with it while you rest and talk.

[ ...Listening to this at any rate. ]

I've been here the whole day though, so... a mass hallucination, maybe?

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[ he listens, accepting the cube and starting to mix it up despite it's fucking depressing beige tiktok mom's interior design sense for a color scheme. his peasant ass has never seen a real rubiks cube so honestly this blows his mind less. ]

Got it. [ he'll try it as he talks. ] ... maybe. I heard you, I didn't see you, but maybe one of the others... We got split up before things got even weirder. Even worse.

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[ I know it being all beige really takes me out. ]

That's troublesome.

And what's this I keep hearing about a tree...? Or "Delilah"?

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[ what joy does this bring people??? ]

It was a castletown, kinda like any I'd see back in Orsterra, and there was this tree in the center of the whole dreary place, ain't seen one so big before. It was dead, too, like the guards patrollin', but had this... rot. This energy and rot.

Like it was rottin' the place inside to out.

And Delilah Briarwood... she was the one that did all this to us, and to the folks that lived in that place. To that tree.

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Hmmm.

[ My medical diagnosis is what the fuck. ]

Did she seem like one of our responsible cultists...?

[ No this is a player-run this isn't relevant worth shit. ]

I'll have to assume you somehow landed there like how we arrive at the island -- at least I, personally, don't know of any castletowns we could access.

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[ real big what the fuck fam ]

I don't think so... she seemed more out for her own gains, 'stead of summonin' a god. She was tryin' to revive herself, not a deity.

[ he fiddles with the cube instead of scrubbing his face. ]

You might be right, though. 'cause we were wanderin' in the fog, so long I started losin' track of time, and then - bam. The castletown.

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That's pretty troublesome, if we're having to contend with other unrelated threats on top of everything we already have.

It's a bit late right now to be worrying about it though. Please. Have some fruit and just rest.

Is there anything else I can get you in the meantime? I'll get you water too.

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Tot stabbed her and I brought my axe down on her, and Pickles and Geto ripped apart... somethin' that was givin' her power, I think, so hopefully that's that.

[ he will eat fruit, because at this point he knows that it's drugged technically. they don't have medicines so this will have to do. ]

Water'll be good. Nobody else's gone missin' or anythin' right..?

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[ Not that he condones murder but that's probably for the best. ]

Not that I'm aware of, but we have expanded our areas quite a bit...

...But given it's you and me here, if anybody else comes back injured, I'm sure there'll be hollering soon enough.

[ The weight of doctoring. Here, have a water. ]

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[ accepts the water with a quiet thanks. sippies. ]

Really gonna have a reason to do a clinic, now, huh. Better start teachin' some people things, if this kinda stuff is gonna happen to one of us...

[ not right now, obviously, but still ]

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Fortunately, a few people have shown interest?

[ Oh yeah and returns him his yarrow jar. ]

Maybe teaching people how to make these slaves will be good, too. Pretty lacking in any disinfectants and all that...

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A few, yeah, which is nice to hear.

[ frowns down at the cube as he fights it and its beige squares, but he'll take the jar back and carefully put it into his satchel again. ]

It won't be too hard to teach, at least. We'd just have to get more mortars and pestles, some more ways of storin' everythin'... maybe if we find where the bees on the island are comin' from, we can get some honey to add to it to make it easier.

[recession]

[ Are you winning, son. ]

There's bees...?

[ He has avoided the bees, but that's great to know... maybe... ]

Maybe we could just... borrow the jars in these houses, I guess. If nobody else is using them anyway. There's that covered -- probably will have to ask about a mortar and pestle situation.

...

At least we have the wherewithal to be pretty prepared in advance.