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[idealies.insanejournal.com]

Who: Orion and anybody!
Where: Orion dorms.
When: Day 202, post-game.
What: MEMORIES!

[there is a very pleased-looking Orion making her way back from the arena, holding a handful of berries]

Hey, look! We won a game!

Comments

[analyze_that.insanejournal.com]

Not really. The most hazardous thing was Mit's aim.

[there's a faint shadow on his cheek: the outline of bruise]

[mercykills.insanejournal.com]

[...pff]

What'd he hit you with?

[analyze_that.insanejournal.com]

Ice skate. Like our shoes, but with a metal blade on it.

[mercykills.insanejournal.com]

Guess it could've been a lot worse. And what's that stuff in your hair?

[analyze_that.insanejournal.com]

Oh, that's glitter, some of it got stuck in there from the costumes. I should wash it out later.

[raking his fingers through his scalp again.]

[mercykills.insanejournal.com]

But it's so pretty.

[analyze_that.insanejournal.com]

Well, if you like it that much, you should ask Angel for some. I'm sure she'd comply.

[mercykills.insanejournal.com]

Hah, I think I'll pass. I don't think I could make it work.

[analyze_that.insanejournal.com]

I think it'd go well with your eyes. But you'd have to ask Kelvin, he's the expert, such as it is.

[mercykills.insanejournal.com]

Somehow that doesn't surprise me.

[analyze_that.insanejournal.com]

Hah.

[blushing, slightly.]