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[liarliarliar]

Who: Alcheme
Where: Alcheme dorms
When: Day 409, post game

[well Alcheme. We did it.

We got through the hunger games. C became the Five Nights at Freddie's. Our Sweet Baby died tragically. But in the end with the power of magic and healing and traumatizing several people....

Alcheme is again Mostly Whole. Mostly.

What will they do now? probably like nap, prepare for dates, complain, sit in the ball pit. you know: alcheme stuff]

Comments

[at_heart]

[ Annnnd he actually thinks about that for a moment. ...He did notice Lark revived kind of a lot. ]

—What's the category for 'just wanted to say hi'.

[ If he and Alexander hadn't been mid-duel, or if he'd thought of the sedative faster, he might've been able to get to Lark in time for sure. But he didn't and doesn't feel as directly shitty about it so much as determined not to let anyone else suffer the same fate. ]

[neigh_sayer]

That would be the latter! Though to be honest, the reaction would be the same no matter what the ultimate reason is. As long as you aren't a turbo murdering fucko, who can judge!

[at_heart]

[ Lipquirk. Well, at least your phrasing here has taken some of the sentimentality out of it, so he doesn't have to directly agree to being here to fuss over an adorable baby. ]

Not sure I know what a turbo murderer means, but I'm guessing I'd have to have killed someone more than once.

[neigh_sayer]

Let's hope you never learn what it means! One time me and my friend got sliced in half with a chainsaw at the same time! It was wild.

Anywhoooo come in come in, take a load off!

[at_heart]

...Cool.

[ Because. Obviously this is all fine and good and normal. Coming on in, though maybe stepping gingerly over — inside...? — the pillow moat. ]

And, uh, thanks. —This is okay? Like, visiting emptyhanded?