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[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

Who: Black, whoever else
Where: The Lake
When: Day 148, morning
What: Dehiatus!

[So after nearly a week stuck in bed with some kind of nasty sickness, what time is it?]

[it's time for a nice swim in the lake HELL YEAH /o/ onlookers, etc. are welcome]

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[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

Wasn't feelin' too good.

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

Better now?

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

Better, yeah, not all the way yet.

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

And you're okay swimming?

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

S'better than lyin' in bed.

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

I suppose.

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

Tch, sure.

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

. . .

[goes to find somewhere to sit then]

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

[follows, getting out]

Why th' hell aren't you talkin'?

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

What do you want me to talk about?

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

Th' game, damnit.

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

... because it's done and over with. And there's no point discussing something that can't be changed.

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

I don't want t'discuss it, I just wanna know what happened.

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

I'm not entirely... sure what happened then, but.

If I tell you, I don't want you to get aggravated.

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

What d'you mean aggravated?

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

Angry. Mad. Shouting.

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

What happened?

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

[sighs]

It was some weird betting thing at first, with the Soldier. He removed the bracers off Mao and this other Ophiuchus and transported them to another world, then tossed Lacerta in the same world. And they had to survive while Mao and the other guy shot... things and people.

The other teams had to play carnival games to try and win weapons for Lacerta, but. They all died and Soldier couldn't revive them. The Queen was called to revive and this was the payment. [motions towards the dress]

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

. . . Fuck. Shit.

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

... If your team didn't want to tell you, they didn't want you to worry about it.

So don't.

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

Why th' hell shouldn't I—that's Allen an' Cobra . . .

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

Mm.

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

Fucking. Why them?

[type_0.insanejournal.com]

You have to ask them.

[stray_cat_strut.insanejournal.com]

Like they're gonna talk . . . Allen didn't say a thing.