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[got_axed.insanejournal.com]

Who: Cetus + Orion + anyone
Where: Cetus dorms
When: Day 213, post-game.
What: Seamonsterhunter piles and memories.

[Cetus sure needs a big ol' cuddlepile after that game. Also, memories. And Thumper is making an effort to cook (a meatless) dinner, though whether anyone is actually going to be hungry after that game is another question...]

Comments

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

...I didn't hear the details. Just the overview.

What happened, exactly?

[reverseprick.insanejournal.com]

. . . hey.

[reverseprick.insanejournal.com]

[ I have a soul pokemon that whispers terrible things in my head at night and wants to eat my heart. I think very good liar covers it. ]

. . . Aah, what did you get?

[reverseprick.insanejournal.com]

Nothing!

[cpt-touchwood.insanejournal.com]

See? I'm never wrong when it comes to pretty girls.

We're alright. Thankfully only three of us were in the game, and we're a pretty resilient group.

And Cetus?

[got_axed.insanejournal.com]

What?

[got_axed.insanejournal.com]

[his hand drifts to the bandage on his left forearm]

We were monsters. People-eatin' ones.

[falseknight.insanejournal.com]

You were looking at me!

[reverseprick.insanejournal.com]

[ walks over into his bubble. jiiiiiiiiiiii. ]

[reverseprick.insanejournal.com]

Yup, I was.

[got_axed.insanejournal.com]

[... turns back to his cooking]

That we were monsters.

[mad_pony.insanejournal.com]

Yeeeeah, thought about it and Mitsy is a lil too cute, even for such an adorable lil guy.

[falseknight.insanejournal.com]

. . . What?

[mad_pony.insanejournal.com]

Here. Peel. Then we're allowed to feed you, right? [KER-VEGGIES]

[falseknight.insanejournal.com]

So you must have had a reason.

[got_axed.insanejournal.com]

Green lettuce an' with a white carrot ring.

[arranges one on the plate]

[mad_pony.insanejournal.com]

We're all back here, aren't we?

[got_axed.insanejournal.com]

[ssstaaaaaaare]

[lone_centurion.insanejournal.com]

Right, though I don't really need to eat. [Pause.] I couldn't after that. [Plus he's not sure what would happen to the food.]

But anything to drink would be nice. Especially if you managed to get tea already. [Will peel either way.]

[mad_pony.insanejournal.com]

You're the best.

[lone_centurion.insanejournal.com]

[Stare all you want. His focus is Amy.]

[Clear he adores her, right? Because he does and he is very worried about her and all that.]

[....also, she's got him peeling stuff. He's decent at it?]

[mad_pony.insanejournal.com]

Tea's sort of a . . . work in progress.

[cpt-touchwood.insanejournal.com]

Rory, hey.

[mad_pony.insanejournal.com]

Yeah. Good. Ish.

[lone_centurion.insanejournal.com]

Hey Kelvin. [Keeeeeps glancing at Amy. Sob, worried husband is worried.]