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[ofhisword]

[Today in the Fabled Center of Camp (tm), there is a booth with a rather large sign:

THE FEELINGS DOCTORS* ARE IN
* we have hundreds to thousands of years of experience in this field. trust us!

The two people who are seated behind the booth do not look pleased.]

[Elijah and Katherine will both be tagging! we out!]

Comments

[impiersonate]

. . . really. Really?

[ofhisword]

So it would seem.

[impiersonate]

This isn't happening.

[ofhisword]

And yet, apparently, it is.

[impiersonate]

I don't need input on this.

[ofhisword]

If you would be so kind as to keep your complaining to a dull roar, Katerina . . .

[impiersonate]

[icon.]

[ofhisword]

[:I]

[impiersonate]

I'll complain exactly as loud as I like.

[ofhisword]

Will you.

[impiersonate]

[. . .]

So. While we're here. How exactly do you save the doppleganger? Enlighten me.

[ofhisword]

And suddenly, you have an interest.

[impiersonate]

Not especially. I'm just trying to work out whether you have an actual answer or if you just said it to be cruel.

[ofhisword]

Must it be one or the other?

[impiersonate]

[elbow on the table, face resting in her hand]

No. Are you going to tell me or not? It's not like I can do anything about it now.

[ofhisword]

It was an elixir of sorts, prepared by witches.