Post-Cubefall exhaustion

May 29, 2010 20:25

Urquhart is curled up on a big easy chair not far from the fireplace.

Being a wolf for three days and three nights has taken everything out of him. He couldn't kill anything right now, not even a fly.

Still, he misses the simplicity of it.

Being himself again seems unfamiliar. He is thinking more, and feeling so much less...

jools, urquhart

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ohnoitsjools May 29 2010, 19:33:48 UTC
The last few days have been very confusing for Jools. The bar was filled with as many Lego blocks as he could possibly want, and there were animals everywhere.

Just as soon as it came, it seems to have vanished. Jools now has no Lego blocks to play with, and that big dog tore up his ball.

So he wanders over to the fireplace to just watch the fish until something more entertaining comes along.

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scots_wolf May 29 2010, 19:44:50 UTC
Urquhart doesn't mean to be that.

He lies in his chair, folded up in ways you'd doubt such a tall, broad man could fold, one leg hanging over the armrest, looking mostly dead.

A rat comes and obsequiously refills his coffee.

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ohnoitsjools May 29 2010, 19:46:55 UTC
After some time, Jools gets bored with the fish. Eventually, he notices Urquhart, looking quite poorly.

"Are you sick?" he asks. "Only you look sick. You should probably drink some chicken broth or something."

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scots_wolf May 29 2010, 19:53:27 UTC
"Worse," Urquhart says. "It's not safe to talk to me. Ugh!"

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ohnoitsjools May 29 2010, 19:54:25 UTC
"Oh."

But that only goes so far.

"You could try some soup."

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scots_wolf May 29 2010, 20:01:02 UTC
"No thank you," Urquhart says. "Please, leave me alone."

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ohnoitsjools May 29 2010, 20:02:05 UTC
"What happened?" Jools asks. "Do you need a doctor?"

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scots_wolf May 29 2010, 20:15:35 UTC
"No," Urquhart says. "Just my coffee, and absolute quiet."

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ohnoitsjools May 29 2010, 20:16:48 UTC
"I think I heard somewhere that coffee's not good for you if you're sick," Jools says. "I do think soup would be better."

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scots_wolf May 29 2010, 20:23:29 UTC
Urquhart groans, and shakes his head.

"Please. No. Stop talking."

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ohnoitsjools May 29 2010, 20:24:19 UTC
"I brought my guitar. I could sing," Jools offers.

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scots_wolf May 29 2010, 20:29:04 UTC
"Please," Urquhart groans, "no! No noises. Nothing."

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ohnoitsjools May 29 2010, 20:31:12 UTC
"You want some tea?" Jools tries helpfully.

Or not, as the case may be.

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scots_wolf May 29 2010, 20:38:07 UTC
"I have coffee," Urquhart says. "Thank you. I only need peace and quiet."

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ohnoitsjools May 29 2010, 20:40:50 UTC
"It's not very quiet down here," Jools points out.

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scots_wolf May 29 2010, 20:47:17 UTC
"Even less so with you talking," Urquhart points out.

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