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[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

Who: Lyvus and visitors
Where: Just outside the dorms
When: Day 189, night
What: Downtime and getting chloroformed apparently

[Night is sitting outside of Corvus, making more needles out of bone. He's improved at bone carving, and is working on a fair variety -- mostly small and straight, but a few curved and one or two longer. Just chillin'.]

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[spiltbloodlines.insanejournal.com]

[hands you a cup, you will find the tea to be pretty strong]

Would you mind if I sat with you a while?

[getto_daze.insanejournal.com]

[looks back and forth between dorms 8|a;]

I don't even know which is Lynx, or what team he's even on.

Ah well. Do ya mind if I wait for 'im?

[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

I don't mind. He's on Corvus.

[homobastard.insanejournal.com]

[Nah, I think I'll take my chances.

Tidies up a bit, moving his needles away from kicking/accidental stabbing distance, then leaves]

[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

I don't mind.

[moves over to give him room]

[unicursed.insanejournal.com]

Me neither...

[getto_daze.insanejournal.com]

Oh, okay! I don't think I heard of that team yet.

[goes to stand REALLY CLOSE to you]

[spiltbloodlines.insanejournal.com]

Thank you.

[sits down, holding his own cup with both hands and just breathing in the steam for now]

[LATER THAN THE REST OF THE POST!!]

[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

[When Lyvus comes out to check on Yoi-te or hang out with him or whatev, you'll find him, uh, semi-conscious behind his rock, just starting to stir.

There is a note on him.

...And something very large and unhappy-seeming squirming around his torso inside his shirt]

[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

[likewise, huddling with it close to him as if to warm up with it]

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[spiltbloodlines.insanejournal.com]

[looking for you and -- oh god what.

rushing over to see what that squirmy thing is]

[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

[shies away, uncomfortable]

I'm on Corvus too.

[spiltbloodlines.insanejournal.com]

[sort of watching you out of the corner of his eye, but otherwise content to sit in silence]

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[sans_reason.insanejournal.com]

. . . Night?

[ KIND OF TOTALLY BEAT THE FUCK UP but Night looks like he has a creepy moving tumor, so. Uh. Dude. ]

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[fioreneru.insanejournal.com]

What's going on here—Night?

[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

It's exhausting.

...though we'd get memories faster, that way...

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[nevercomingback.insanejournal.com]

[What the \o/]

What is that-?

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[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

[stirs, then lets out a startled, pained cry, trying dizzily to back away from. Uh. His own shirt.]

[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

[tilts his head towards after a moment, watching back]

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[spiltbloodlines.insanejournal.com]

[lays a hand on your shoulder, trying to keep you still. Also for anyone else his voice is raised while he's talking]

Night, don't move. We'll get whatever it is out.

[rrrreaching for jacket buttons]

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[nevercomingback.insanejournal.com]

[Yeah, hurrying over now.]

Just cut it.

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[crossboundaries.insanejournal.com]

[Face tight despite how out of it he is, but nods, holding as still as he can]

Don't -- last uniform.

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[spiltbloodlines.insanejournal.com]

Alright.

[hands Nabuca the note]

Take care of that, please.

[starts unbuttoning, yanking them undone as fast as possible]

[spiltbloodlines.insanejournal.com]

[holding gaze for a moment, before breaking it to take a sip of his tea]

...I apologize. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.

[unicursed.insanejournal.com]

I think I'd rather have it slowly than fast if that were the case, and if I had to choose.