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[In this far corner of the South Wing, it sounds like the aftermath of a Frat party. By which I mean, extremely harsh vomiting and dry-heaving. Should anyone venture to follow the sounds, they will find one spare room that looks like a tornado has gone through it. Bookshelves are flipped with their contents scattered across the floor, blankets are ripped, feathers from the pillows are fluttering in all directions. Someone has utterly trashed this room.]
[That somebody also happens to be one (1) Tyki, who is now slumped against the toilet in the room's bathroom, one arm laying across the rim of the bowl and cushioning his head.]
[What a darn good holiday it was.]
[[Because there had to be some kind of response to the last murders. Uh. Violence may or may not occur.]]
[That somebody also happens to be one (1) Tyki, who is now slumped against the toilet in the room's bathroom, one arm laying across the rim of the bowl and cushioning his head.]
[What a darn good holiday it was.]
[[Because there had to be some kind of response to the last murders. Uh. Violence may or may not occur.]]