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[mismanagement]

This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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[mismanagement]

[Maketh gives him a vague wave, then accidentally drops the phone. It hits the floor and slides under the couch. Maketh sighs, then just decides to leave it there.

Enjoy your view of the dust bunnies, Chris.]

[video]

[thechoiceisyours]

[He waits a moment to see if she'll pick the phone up, and when it's obvious she's not going to do so he feels a flash of anger and the sudden urge to throw his phone. But instead he just cuts the connection.]

[Action]

[thechoiceisyours]

...Huh.

[That's... Not exactly what he was expecting, and he's not totally sure how to respond to it. It isn't his world, so as much as the idea is pretty horrible, he's also not going to jump to any conclusions.

He'll jut stay quiet for a few moments, in case Maketh wants to elaborate or say something else.]

[Action]

[mismanagement]

[Well, now that's out there. She shouldn't be this honest with people, Maketh thinks. She doesn't know how to manage the fallout just yet. Everything is so different here, and she hasn't learned all the rules.

Maketh clears her throat.] What is this, by the way?

[She prods the nearest container of food. Vegan, Chris said.]

[Action]

[thechoiceisyours]

[He's not judging--he's pretty sure the situation is a lot more complicated than he understands--but he also doesn't know what to think about it. So changing the subject is fine with him, even if it's one he's already answered; she's obviously uncomfortable, so he won't point it out.]

Not totally sure. Whatever vegetables we managed to find, and then she like, threw a bunch of spices and rice into it and made it not-terrible. Which is pretty much magic, when you can't use meat or cheese.

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[mismanagement]

small>['Not terrible.' Well that's -- something. Maketh has been eating out of cans since she got here. She can cook, a little, but she's horribly out of practice.

She pulls one of the containers closer. Might as well. She'll end up with a hangover in the morning no matter what she does, but this way it might hurt a little less.] I see. Thank you, uh. For bringing it.

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[thechoiceisyours]

Yeah, no problem. Hope it like, helps at all.

[With the doubtlessly impending headache. Fortunately that's not going to be an issue with him, though he might just get one for another reason; he's exhausted, and realizes he should probably head back home now that he's sure she's more or less okay for the moment.]

I should um... Probably go now though; I don't wanna leave everyone for too long.

[Since Emily and Josh are still recovering, and Ashley just went through the whole experience of seeing wendigos for the first time. None of the three are getting along at the moment either, so that just makes it all more awkward and more reason he should be there.]

[Action]

[mismanagement]

I appreciate it. [She says it softly, with a bit more care than before. This moment didn't go like she planned at all, but Maketh is beginning to think that maybe - maybe it's better that it didn't. She feels better for having had this conversation, no matter how much it hurt to say the words. Maketh smiles a little.] You're a kind person, Chris. Thank you.

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[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris blinks once at her words, but then offers a small but warm smile as he stands.]

Thanks, but I just... I'm glad you're okay.

[Even if 'okay' is relative.]

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[mismanagement]

[Maketh stands as well, hands clasped behind her back. None of this went according to protocol, but she feels better standing at attention.] Be safe.

audio;

[hotspurred]

As we now have a bar to avail ourselves of, I challenge thee to a second game.

[audio]

[mismanagement]

That is an excellent idea, Henry. I accept your challenge.

[hotspurred]

Then I will await you there. Prepare to be annihilated.

backdated to the Delight's bar thread;

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you sinv veryw ell

tis nciert han youe handwirting

[text] brb laughing forever

[mismanagement]

Why thank you, Sir Henry.

Alas, I am out of practice on that count.

How is your hangover, by the way?

text; whoops I forgot to specify there! NO LAUGHING

[hotspurred]

I have taken milder blows to the head.

Still, it is useful to train at one's worst as well as one's best.

[text] :D:D:D:D

[mismanagement]

Should I take that as a compliment?

Wait, are you training????? Right now?



Please don't throw up on anything.

[hotspurred]

I will not.

[Well, probably not.]

How fares thee this morn?

[Because life is unfair if she is not also terribly hungover.]

[mismanagement]

Thank you.

[Seriously.]

I'm alive. And upright. You?

[Ahahahaha yeah. She is. But Maketh is one of those strange, lucky people who can shake off a hangover and go straight back to work.]

[hotspurred]

I have survived worse. Or so I tell myself.

Recall you much of last night?

[mismanagement]

One would hope.

I remember meeting Dorian. Apparently I sang.

[hotspurred]

So you did. I should like to hear you sober.

Know that Dorian is an accomplished magician and scholar. I believe the pair of you will get on well.

[Or rather, it will please him greatly if they do.]

[mismanagement]

Perhaps there shall be occasion.

[Maybe. She's never actually done that sober.]

I should think so, if he's earned your respect.

[hotspurred]

To a considerable degree; I owe Dorian my life. He is gracious and compelling company besides.

[mismanagement]

Sounds like there's a story there.

I agree, from what I can remember of last night. You choose your company well, Sir Henry.