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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]

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[at_heart]

[ Yeah, that's clearly an improvement, and kind of a relief despite himself. ]

Hey. Can you talk yet?

[inspiteful]

[ He shakes his head and sighs. ]

[at_heart]

[ Aww. ]

That's too bad. [ Headtilt. ] Throat hurt?

[inspiteful]

[ He nods, then writes on a sketchpad to show Lupine. ]

It'll probably be a few days until my voice is back.

[at_heart]

[ Hrm. Taps his bottom lip thoughtfully. ]

D'you have tea here? Honey?

[inspiteful]

Ah, we do.

[at_heart]

Good, that should help.

[ Trying to think of any other remedies he might know. Oops, did he slip into Mom mode. ]

[inspiteful]

[ He sure did, huh. ]

I'll be fine, don't worry.

[at_heart]

[ —hey, excuse you. ]

I'm not worried.

[inspiteful]

Then what do you call this?

[at_heart]

[ Maybe a long pause. ]

...Well, sIV can't heal this kind of thing.

[inspiteful]

You're dodging the question.

[at_heart]

[ hmph ]

Maybe I just wanted to see your dorm.

[inspiteful]

And my death and revival was a convenient excuse?

[at_heart]

Don't forget C's horror show. Plus I wanted to say hi to Tea.

[ THERE ARE PLENTY OF REASONS, LARK. ]

[inspiteful]

And here I thought I was gonna be able to forget what happened.

[at_heart]

[ Very seriously: ]

None of us are ever forgetting what happened.

[inspiteful]

[at_heart]

Yeah, like, I can see myself in therapy forty years from now, and it might take me a while, but I'll get to that live, and when I do the therapist is gonna be like, Okay but seriously what the hell.