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[rigthegames]

Sands had been sprawled across a couch when the latest quake happened. Had been. Now he’s sprawled across the floor. Everything’s gone black

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[fighter__pilot]

In the dark, someone trips over the couch that Sands is on. A muffled "kriff" can be heard from somewhere around the region of his feet.

[rigthegames]

“Yeah, you might want to watch out for that.”

He nudges the fallen ‘kriff’er with a toe.

[fighter__pilot]

The 'kriff'er does not appreciate being nudged with a toe, if her whacking him on the foot is any indication.

"You watch it."

[rigthegames]

“It’s a wee bit tricky,” a pause as his foot stamps, a fraction of an inch away from her fingers, “present situation at hand.”

[not_one_drop]

Mal can see in the dark, it's just a vampire thing. So she wanders on over, neatly avoiding fallen patrons, and brushing glass out of her hair from where something smashed.

"It's dark."

She sounds rather excited.

[rigthegames]

He doesn’t bother turning his head at the sound of her voice, just rolls his eyes.

“Is it?”

[not_one_drop]

"Mmm."

She perches on the edge of the couch, moving easily.

"So. How're you?"

[rigthegames]

“Oh, you know.”

There’s a tense edge to his voice, beneath the bland amusement.

“The usual.”