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[maglor_harper]

*Is dimly aware of lots of toing and froing around him.*

*His awareness gradually fades away as his fea gets down to the important business of persuading his hroa that, no, it doesn't want to leave and no, the Halls of Mandos are NOT nice this time of year.*

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[lord_feanor]

*sits by you, fretting as any dutiful parent would*

[maglor_harper]

*Senses someone near him, but can't tell who*

Open your eyes. Wake damn you. WAKE UP. RARR!

*Is suddenly reminded of the time when he was a kid and the other choirboys locked him the percussion cupboard for a joke. It was just as dark, just as claustrophobic and just as difficult to communicate with people.*

[lord_feanor]

*squeezes your hand gently*

Come on, boy. wake up.

[caranthire]

*comes hurrying in after Morno told her what happened post getting his cast off*

:S

[lord_feanor]

*sighs as he sees you come in*

Hello Princess. He's still out cold, but at least he's not comatose.

[maglor_harper]

*mentally pummels his unresponsive hroa to cooperate*

DAMMIT! I WANT A REFUND!

[caranthire]

*gingerly strokes your cheek and hisses into your ear*

Wake the HELL up, Cano. I've been to ONE funeral too many already this month.

[maglor_harper]

*frowns slightly*

*Is working on it, dammit!*

[caranthire]

*notices your change of expression*

That's better! Come on, you bastard! React!!!

[lord_feanor]

*in warning tones*

Princess... you do that and he might wake up trying to throttle you.

[caranthire]

Well it got a reaction.

[lord_feanor]

If we want a reaction, maybe we'd better get that boy of yours in here to sing one of his songs. If THAT doesn't bring Maglor back if only to bitch about it I don't know what will.

[caranthire]

...

Hmmmm...

[lord_feanor]

Of course, the horror of it all might send his fëa fleeing for good.

[caranthire]

...

Good point.

[lord_feanor]

*sighs and pats Maglor's hand gently*