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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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[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]

[schrodingerscockroach]

....why?

[crimeson]

Felt like it. Want some?

[schrodingerscockroach]

No to the magazines and no to the drink. Found out I apparently just black out after half a drink.

Which is. Terrifying.

Though I assume I was okay to be around. [He was affectionate and goofy.]

[crimeson]

You were fine. Cute, even.

Sorry, I didn't think to bring snacks.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Good. Glad my learning experience didn't result in either untold shenanigans or terrible.

[He is gonna flop beside Randy because he is just. Tired right now.]

So why this reading material out in the open? This a kink thing?

[crimeson]

[pats his head casually]

It isn't a kink thing, I just didn't feel like hanging out in Jasmine. S'just gravure stuff anyway, not porn or somethin'.

[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.

[awakenerd]

[Taking it.]

Thanks. How are you doing?

[crimeson]

[heeee just. shrugs!]

M'working on it.

[awakenerd]

Do you mind my company?

[crimeson]

I never mind your company, Rean.

[reaching across to pat his head.]

[awakenerd]

[Reaching to catch his hand before he pulls it away.]

Then... I'm going to stay with you for a while.

[crimeson]

[oh

...squeezes rean's hand.]

Okay.

[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.

[crimeson]

Right? It really suits her. Want a drink?

[bowtiedbones]

[pulling up a seat near him]

Sure.

[crimeson]

[pouring her a glass. he brought a few, since he didn't really expect to be left alone. sliding it her way.]

So, you got a dog?

[bowtiedbones]

[smart man]

Thanks.

She's a hellhound. I summoned her about an hour ago.

[crimeson]

[whistles, impressed!!]

So there's still a hell to summon from?

[bowtiedbones]

Or I brought her here all the way across the universe. Either idea is kind of wild, but I am glad it worked at all.

[crimeson]

S'probably better for her here than there, at any rate.