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[bluediligence]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 49, Late afternoon
Where: Anywhere

[ If the morning's trial hadn't been miserable enough … ]

[ Now it's raining! And it's still so foggy you can barely see your own feet. ]

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[featherbeaned]

OWWWW

[ Hi Clover, that was the sound of somebody tripping over the threshold of the team carriage and face-planting right into the floor ]

[ A mysterious, fluffy-haired someone, covered in blood, and with arms that look distinctly half eaten. Because — you guessed it! They've been half eaten! ]

[ Today has been a Day. ]

[time5kip]

[ what the fuck ]

Jesus. What the hell happened to you?

[featherbeaned]

[ Her voice, despite being muffled with her face mushed against the floor, is recognizably British - recognizably Meridian's. ]

Trial.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[One, that's pink.]

[Two, someone he doesn't recognize in pink.]

[Three, someone he doesn't recognize in pink, COVERED IN BLOOD.]

Fuck.

[Rushing over to her, looking her over and he's]

[He's gonna try this. Please, please, PLEASE work]

[HEY MERI HAVE A HEAL.]

[featherbeaned]

[ As the healing magic washes through her, she … … … makes an absolutely unmistakable cat activation noise, the fluffy ear-like tufts on her head twitching sharply as she lifts her head. ]

Dusk! [ That's definitely Meri's voice! ]

[voreaciously]

A)

[80H can either be found in the garden car, tending to what's there, in the library reading, or in the lounge crocheting. She can also be found practising her sword and naginata work in the training hall. These last couple of days have been a bit of a wild ride and she's looking for distractions.

She is looking much better, though.]


B)

[She is soaking wet and seated in the lounge, drip drip dripping onto the floor. She does not do anything.]

A

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow walks into the training hall, appearing to be unarmed until he reaches behind his back and pulls out his double saber from... somewhere. He glances over at 80H and grins. ]

And hello to you.

[voreaciously]

[She knows how this goes by now to know he's armed (seriously how does that work?)

but she falters upon seeing him. just for a moment.]

Ah--good afternoon!

[wontforbidtherain]

[Cat, despite her namesake, really loves the rain and damp. So guess who is standing, face to the sky, outside the train before she goes inside and deals with healing and memories and such.] .

[bowtiedbones]

[the fog is hard to see through, but down along the beach something's set it glowing the unmistakable orange of fire. a LOT of fire.

following it will find Eliza (dressed unusually severe) with her arms crossed in front of the array she's been working on-and-off for the past few weeks— now all up in flames. drawing sigils in the sand, taking measurements, getting her familiars to haul wood, all apparently to this end purpose of turning it into a giant, magical BONFIRE.]

[voreaciously]

...What are you doing?

[says a voice from the fog]

[bowtiedbones]

[without looking away from the fire]

Summoning. Beastmastery, not necromancy.

[one of Eliza's dragonwolf familiars looms up out of the fog next to 80H, sniffing at her before trotting off again on a wary lap around the fire.]

[wontforbidtherain]

[she did go to the medical carriage first, and change her clothing to something clean.] .

It's a good fire.

[bowtiedbones]

It is. Don't get close to it, she's still feeding.

[there's something dark in the center of the fire, where the flames are rushing downwards as if drawn by a vent]

[bluediligence]

This! [ hop! ] Is! [ hop! ] So ... stupid!

[ HOP ]

[ Faito's hopping determinedly along to the medical carriage, sans her left foot ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[HE HAD TO CHECK AFTER MERI AND]

[Jesus Christ.]

I'm picking you up.

[Guess whose now a sack of potatoes.]

[bluediligence]

Oof!

[ you know what? she's not going to protest. this is fine. ]

Thanks for the heads up ...

[ it saved him from A Beating ]

[awakenerd]

Faito! Jeez let me help.

[bluediligence]

I just found a rythm!

[ HIPPITY HOP ]

[crimeson]

[late afternoon is a legit time to be drinking, right? close enough.

Randy's got some whiskey and is holed up in one of the nooks of the lounge with a stack of dirty magazines. COPING, in other words. not polite enough to do this in jasminedorm but polite enough to at least find a somewhat out of the way corner.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[.....are....are you really....]

[crimeson]

[you could walk away

you have the power]

[awakenerd]

[Sitting across from and carefully not looking at the titty mags.]

[crimeson]

[he didn't expect rean NOT to show up, so, pouring him a glass.]

Here.

[bowtiedbones]

[wandering into the lounge, freshly showered and dressed down in pajamas and her Hello Kaiju hoodie. never mind the giant black dog that sits in the hall to wait for her.]

Oh, her underwear is cute.