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[not_unhaunted]

[Pacing the hallways with a Dressing Room pamphlet in one hand, murmuring to himself and looking... not confused, or even very unhappy about his arrival. Just mildly put-out about something.]

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[dreamlessrecord]

Are you ok?

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[not_unhaunted]

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[not_unhaunted]

[not_unhaunted]

[...Shaking himself after a few seconds of staring and determinedly ignoring her.]

[historyrabbit]

[Lavi glances at him as he turns down the same hall and immediately moves to the other side of the walkway. Just going to hunch his shoulders a bit to hide his collar.]

[not_unhaunted]

[Calls after him:] Hey! Want this back?

[Holding out the pamphlet. Yes, he has decided that he doesn't need it and he might as well give it to you.]

[historyrabbit]

[Erk. Stiffens and stops, looking back at him.]

've already read one o'those, yeah? Don't need it.

[not_unhaunted]

Then neither of us do, mate, but I'm not carrying bits of my own hallucination around with me.

[Offers again.] Returned to the source, so to speak.

[solo_insanity]

[Pressed suit. Arm holding out a tray with a pair of wine glasses filled with a deep red liquid. Cloth draped on one elbow. White form.

Someone was looking to mess with the locals today.]

Mr. Mikk, your table is waiting. The Duchess is here to speak with you.

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[not_unhaunted]

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[not_unhaunted]

[...Well, that one's new.]

No. Fuck off. [Not in the mood.]

[solo_insanity]

[Tyki puts his free hand on his waist in a bit of a scornful look careful not to spill the glasses.]

You are already fifteen minutes late, Mr. Mikk. This is important. The Duchess would like to see the man she is to wed before the actual wedding date.