003 [not!PORTAL]

[treacletarts]

[So, after having found out that March makes the best decisions, Dormouse has decided to go pester him. Through the private channel they get in their heads courtesy of augmetics.]

treaclewell: are you okay?

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[remarch]

harepawn: Just. Peachy.
harepawn: Did something happen?

[treacletarts]

treaclewell: heard you got into a fight at the party.

[remarch]

harepawn: He turned out to be a summoner. Is there a point to this? I'm already going to write up a chart for people we need to watch out for.

[treacletarts]

treaclewell: i was wondering if you got hurt.

[remarch]

harepawn: ...
harepawn: Some of my leg augments got fried, nothing big.

[treacletarts]

treaclewell: need healing?

[remarch]

harepawn: If you can refrain from telling everyone.

[treacletarts]

treaclewell: sure.
treaclewell: where are you?

[remarch]

harepawn: My 'place of Solace'.

[harepawn > send map.png]

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[treacletarts]

treaclewell: i'll be right over.

treaclewell has signed off.

[remarch]

[March is sitting on the bed in the relatively empty, but very quiet, basement. It would be ugly, if not for the pilfered, borrowed and outright stolen lights decorating the walls and floors, a thousand glittering multi-coloured bulbs flicking off and on in a hypnotic fashion.

The door is cracked open, but March is sitting with his knife. Just in case.]

[treacletarts]

[She takes a peek through the crack of the door first, before slowly pushing it open. The light probably would have distracted her if she wasn't there to heal March.]

Hi.

[remarch]

I won, anyway. Let's get this over with.

[Making the universal 'come here' gesture.]

[treacletarts]

[Moving over towards the bed.]

I'm not really sure you can call that winning.

[remarch]

He fried a couple of augments, but I hamstrung him. I'm walking, he isn't, and I'm still alive. That's a win.

[treacletarts]

[Shrugging. Well, if you put it that way...]

If you'd, ah. Roll up your pants a little.