Fifth Blight || EVENT

[pickedontemplar]

*Alistair had woken up about twenty minutes ago. He was in a strange garb. It was black and white and... this bar here. It was all so strange. Was this the hotel that woman mentioned about earlier in the week? He sighs heavily as he sits at the bar, rubbing at his forehead. He had tried opening the windows, the door, breaking down the wall but...

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[oh_deer_me]

I-I-I-I-I don't k-k-k-know, but it's cer-cer-cer-cer-certainly fa-fa-fa-fascinating!

[she says as she sits atop the vibrating bed]

[pickedontemplar]

*Alistair blinks and perks up, looking over at her and laughs weakly before he stands up, walking over beside the bed*

I don't think beds are supposed to do that...

[oh_deer_me]

Th-th-there's r-r-r-room for you t-t-t-too-Oh!

[now

vibrated off the bed]

[pickedontemplar]

*SHKDH Alsitair rushes over to her side and kneels next to her*

A-Are you alright, Giselle??

[oh_deer_me]

Am I still on the bed?

I don't think I'm still on the bed.

[pickedontemplar]

You're... on the floor. You fell off the bed.

[oh_deer_me]

Oh. Oh. Oh, that's so dangerous. You shouldn't go on there.

... Strange, I thought there would be little bluebirds fluttering around my head by now.

[pickedontemplar]

*He sighs heavily and offers her a hand up as he glances around before his face grows firm...*

I hope the children are alright.

[oh_deer_me]

I'm a little worried, too... But Rue and Laharl are so very smart. I'm sure they'll be fine.

So long as they don't touch the stove, the oven, the microwave, the sink, the toilet, the bed, or the couch. Those are all very dangerous and they should be approached with caution.

[pickedontemplar]

*Alistair nods as he helps her up and looks down at himself, to her, and back to himself...*

This is strange attire.

[oh_deer_me]

[nodding thankfully, but then pausing]

Was that always around your throat?

[pickedontemplar]

*Alistair perks up and... oh. He lifts up his amulet a bit and lets his shoulders slump slightly.*

Oh this? It's something I got at the post office. It... was my mother's.

[oh_deer_me]

... The post office?

Oh, well, I'm very happy that you got it back, but wasn't the post office... the bad place...?

[pickedontemplar]

*He lifts up his hand, showing his missing thumb and index finger*

I'm afraid so.

[oh_deer_me]

Oh dear... [touching his wrist lightly]

They don't hurt anymore, do they?

[pickedontemplar]

*He offers a small smile, to try and brighten up the mood. It was a rather depressing topic wasn't it? Alistair shakes his head*

No no! They don't hurt at all. It's just something to get used to until I can get my fingers back.