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[always_a_liar]

Walking was difficult in the deep what was moving on the ceiling darkness. He had awoken from unsettle dreams feeling extremely unwell. His head throbbing, and his body aching. The very walls seemed to warp and buckle have you ever seen a wall under stress like lots of soft blanketing snow causing structural failure. The soft white frozen rain of

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley sits up in the darkness, frowning and slightly disoriented. What is that?

It takes some courage before she can make herself go downstairs, nervous, with a dressing gown clutched around her with one hand, and a heavy bookend in the other.

Well, the light's on in the kitchen, so it-

"...Elan? What are you doing?"

[always_a_liar]

The pale and rather bewildered looking young man turned to her, shaking his head. Recognizing the voice he forced a smile as he steadied himself on the counter.

"I am seeking medication... Are you going to cudgel me with that bookend?"

[shelley_winters]

Shelley peers at him, eyes narrowed in the bright light.

She glances at her hand, then lowers it.

"Ah- no. I thought you were a burgler, or - I might if you try anything! What for?"

She rubs her head tiredly.

[always_a_liar]

Glancing at the multiple spilled bottles on the counter, Elan rather sullenly admitted.

"My head aches."

He wished it was as simple as that, but if his head would clear up, then maybe he could sleep. That would clear up this momentary weakness of the flesh.