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[absinthe_eyed]

[The recording begins with a muffled thud. This thud is immediately followed by a series of muttered, indistinguishable words that may or may not be profanities.

The muttering ends abruptly. There's a rather sinister rustling sound--the sound of dry leaves, perhaps. It's a distinctly unhappy noise.]

What--?

[More unhappy rustling cuts the

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[banditfox]

Welcome back.

[absinthe_eyed]

Thank you.

Are your plants behaving strangely today?

[banditfox]

They're a little more gregarious than usual.

[absinthe_eyed]

Are they mobile?

[banditfox]

Partially.

[absinthe_eyed]

How can they be partially mobile?

[banditfox]

They aren't exactly pulling their roots free of the earth.

[absinthe_eyed]

Keep an eye on them.

Has anything exciting happened here? Aside from this?

[banditfox]

I think I can handle a few plants.

How exciting?

[absinthe_eyed]

Better than most of us can, probably.

I don't know. There weren't any zombie invasions or dinosaur attacks?

[banditfox]

No dinosaurs, and no rotting corpses.

[absinthe_eyed]

Thank you. That's good to know.

[banditfox]

The flavor of the month seems to be purely psychological torture.

[absinthe_eyed]

What?

What kind?

[banditfox]

This past week was nightmares followed by complete physical isolation from living things.

[absinthe_eyed]

Oh. I need to talk to Shilo

How are you, after that?