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W0, friday
recession
2024-06-15 02:42 am (UTC)
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Good morning… it’s bad, we’re doing bad.
Daan is just out here somewhere, the word
TERMINA IS UPON US
lacing around his throat like a choker.
]
…Ms. Preaker, where were you last night? And are you feeling alright…?
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scrapdraught
2024-06-15 03:05 am (UTC)
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[I'm still choked Daan couldn't discover his own body....]
I—
[Breaks off coughing. I'll be nice and say she's marginally dryer with a blanket but she is still very leeched and damp and smoke addled.]
Refectory.
[Breaks off coughing.]
With that Geto kid.
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recession
2024-06-15 03:14 am (UTC)
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THE THINGS WE COULD'VE HAD!!!
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Just the two of you? [
Wow, roomy.
] Are you alright? Your voice...
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scrapdraught
2024-06-15 04:29 am (UTC)
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It'll pass. Just smoke.
[she waves it off. This is why you stay off cigarettes.]
Just us. That's it. What about you?
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recession
2024-06-15 05:28 am (UTC)
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He would love a cigarette so fucking bad right now actually!!!
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Eleven of us... in the cabin.
Counting Mr. Aventurine.
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2024-06-15 05:28 (UTC)
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scrapdraught
2024-06-15 02:23 pm (UTC)
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[Bro same what kind of hell is this]
He was in there with you?
[She gives him a look.]
Was he acting any different?
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recession
2024-06-15 02:28 pm (UTC)
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No, he was more of less as usual... that I could tell...
We had a few drinks in quiet -- moved a barrel from the refectory to the cabin earlier in the week.
Made mild conversation to take our mind off of... well, being locked inside.
Then the next thing I knew, I was waking up and he was gone.
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W0, friday
Daan is just out here somewhere, the word TERMINA IS UPON US lacing around his throat like a choker. ]
…Ms. Preaker, where were you last night? And are you feeling alright…?
no subject
I—
[Breaks off coughing. I'll be nice and say she's marginally dryer with a blanket but she is still very leeched and damp and smoke addled.]
Refectory. [Breaks off coughing.] With that Geto kid.
no subject
Just the two of you? [ Wow, roomy. ] Are you alright? Your voice...
no subject
[she waves it off. This is why you stay off cigarettes.]
Just us. That's it. What about you?
no subject
Eleven of us... in the cabin.
Counting Mr. Aventurine.
no subject
He was in there with you? [She gives him a look.] Was he acting any different?
no subject
We had a few drinks in quiet -- moved a barrel from the refectory to the cabin earlier in the week.
Made mild conversation to take our mind off of... well, being locked inside.
Then the next thing I knew, I was waking up and he was gone.