I don't know where you think you're going anyway, Tavelle. Not while I'm still here.
Be careful. It's spreading. We're riding a diseased ship right into the next dock, and that isn't even accounting for all of the planetary docks we stopped at since disembarking. All those planets and the people on them...
Maybe with the journal gone, their voices will be, and you won't have to get rid of the Eyes at all.
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Yes. It's in my locker still. It can't be touched until I make some sort of housing for it. I'm, um, working on it. Engineering is giving a bit of trouble, but it shouldn't take long.
To help with this? Most of them have to do with sensing and controlling living minds, reading thoughts and scrying and such. Perhaps the anti-magic field could suppress it long enough to move into the housing? If it is arcane in any way, it should be rendered inert in the field.
Alright, alright. I just need to work with some tools and some spare material, and I can do the rest.
It's built on the arcane, yes. So that should work. I just need to settle it in the top of the staff so it doesn't have to be touched. I really should have been working on this while it was inert. I'm so foolish.
He is standing outside of Lucien's room, forgetting the implications of the dead having returned in terms of rooming. He is in athleisure wear; loose sweats, slippers, and a t-short in dark colors. A cardigan sweater is over the top. His hair has this strange zigzag 90s headband in it which sweeps everything back and makes the hair fluffier.
He is facing the door. he has his forehead against it and his eyes closed. One hand is supporting himself on the door by his chest. The nails are painted. He is........asleep. Standing up.]
[ buddy ........ did you suffer the introvert's curse of exhausting yourself at a party. lucien will eventually be heading out of the room to come find him (he was specifically told where he was but listen, he's deeply impatient and a little possessive) - opening the door and then scrambling to try and catch him before he just falls flat on his face???? hello???????? ]
Support disappears from him, and he tips quickly forward at Lucien. The crutch darts ahead of him, tumbling over by Lucien inside the room. The feeling of falling startles him awake, but he's groggy, so all he can do is gasp as he tumbles directly into Lucien's front. OOF.
The skin of his face looks a lot better? It's dewy and soft...]
[ he weighs two grapes but lucien only really weighs like. four grapes, so he does kind of have to take a step back, but he can catch him before he goes face first onto the floor. the crutch can fall, that's fine, it will probably survive. ]
I'm supposed to be here ... ? My name is on the door. The door I believe you were sleeping on.
[Viktor at least, once he's tipped over, manages to catch some of himself with one leg. He holds onto Lucien's arms, blinking for a moment...
He looks over his shoulder at the door, blinking several sleepy times again.]
Oh.
[He got to the room....... He didn't think he was going to make it that far actually, but he was stubborn about it. Gently, he rubs one eye socket with his fist, brows together.]
[ he is exhausted after his time with 5 grown men and also shouxue was there ...
look, he's not one to judge anyone for sleep crimes but this doesn't seem like a situation coffee can help. he is not sidon-strong but he was able to lift beauregard by the neck to try and murder her, so I'd say it's reasonable to say he can wind his arms around his waist enough to lift viktor just off his feet to forcibly walk him back towards the bed. ]
Think you'd need a stronger upper than coffee at this point, and drugs are slightly difficult to get here.
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Enjoy your party.
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It's at the spa if the whole place isn't overgrown with flesh. I'll find you afterward. Don't get into trouble.
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I'll be around, especially because the escape pods are overgrown with flesh, so it's not as if I could leave anyway.
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I don't know where you think you're going anyway, Tavelle. Not while I'm still here.
Be careful. It's spreading. We're riding a diseased ship right into the next dock, and that isn't even accounting for all of the planetary docks we stopped at since disembarking. All those planets and the people on them...
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We kill it or we become assimilated trying.
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The Eyes are working for you fully now, right? Without the journal.
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I still do not hear them, however.
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That's good, right? That they're silent?
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You mentioned your Hex Core was active again?
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[UNHINGED OPTIMISM]
Yes. It's in my locker still. It can't be touched until I make some sort of housing for it. I'm, um, working on it. Engineering is giving a bit of trouble, but it shouldn't take long.
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Optimistic. I imagine it is simply a matter of time.
Engineering? The room that makes you violently ill? I could go in there for you for supplies at the very least, I have a much stronger constitution.
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[It's clear he trails off by how long it takes the rest it blip through.]
What all can your Eyes do again exactly? I might need help getting the core into the housing. I think I'm going to make some kind of staff.
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To help with this? Most of them have to do with sensing and controlling living minds, reading thoughts and scrying and such. Perhaps the anti-magic field could suppress it long enough to move into the housing? If it is arcane in any way, it should be rendered inert in the field.
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It's built on the arcane, yes. So that should work. I just need to settle it in the top of the staff so it doesn't have to be touched. I really should have been working on this while it was inert. I'm so foolish.
[SOMEONE was distracting him.]
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We had other important work ... ?
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Go to your weird little bathroom party, meet me later.
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He is standing outside of Lucien's room, forgetting the implications of the dead having returned in terms of rooming. He is in athleisure wear; loose sweats, slippers, and a t-short in dark colors. A cardigan sweater is over the top. His hair has this strange zigzag 90s headband in it which sweeps everything back and makes the hair fluffier.
He is facing the door. he has his forehead against it and his eyes closed. One hand is supporting himself on the door by his chest. The nails are painted. He is........asleep. Standing up.]
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Support disappears from him, and he tips quickly forward at Lucien. The crutch darts ahead of him, tumbling over by Lucien inside the room. The feeling of falling startles him awake, but he's groggy, so all he can do is gasp as he tumbles directly into Lucien's front. OOF.
The skin of his face looks a lot better? It's dewy and soft...]
Oh. Lu... What are you doing... here?
[Forgot he fell asleep standing at the door.]
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I'm supposed to be here ... ? My name is on the door. The door I believe you were sleeping on.
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He looks over his shoulder at the door, blinking several sleepy times again.]
Oh.
[He got to the room....... He didn't think he was going to make it that far actually, but he was stubborn about it. Gently, he rubs one eye socket with his fist, brows together.]
I fell asleep...? I need some coffee...
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look, he's not one to judge anyone for sleep crimes but this doesn't seem like a situation coffee can help. he is not sidon-strong but he was able to lift beauregard by the neck to try and murder her, so I'd say it's reasonable to say he can wind his arms around his waist enough to lift viktor just off his feet to forcibly walk him back towards the bed. ]
Think you'd need a stronger upper than coffee at this point, and drugs are slightly difficult to get here.
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