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[sonofthestorm]

[The comm clicks on. Seth sounds far more tired than he should be.]

Starting to wonder if they're poisoning us. First they bring us here, take our weapons, our strengths, and now--

[YAAAAAAAAWN.]

I'm worn out.

[Stubbornly, however, Seth refuses to sleep any more than usual. His expression is haggard, dark lines appearing under his eyes and his general

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[stormcleaver]

Try sleeping.

And we're not poisoning you.

[sonofthestorm]

Says the man who plays in the fog.

I've slept enough.

[stormcleaver]

Apparently not, yawning like that.

[He sounds faintly amused.]

[sonofthestorm]

I'm not sleeping until it's dark out.

[Hah. Stubborn.]

You got answers then or-- [We interrupt this sentence to bring you a jaw cracking yawn.] Fuck that's annoying.

Watchers don't sleep. Not like this.

[stormcleaver]

[Goodness, that was an impressive yawn.]

You might've caught influenza; it tends to go around this time of year. Haven't been rolling around with chickens, have you?

[sonofthestorm]

[He snickers at that. It's short lived, but enough for Loe to get the point that he's amused.]

The hell do I need chickens for? You gave me a dog to cuddle up to when I get cold.

[And then he frowns.]

You're sayin' I've got the flu?

[stormcleaver]

Yeah, how's he doing? He behaving?

Mmm... [Verbal shrug!] Tiredness is a symptom. But it's a symptom of a lot of things.

[sonofthestorm]

He's good. Kinda weird to have around but not a bad backup for when I go walkabout.

[What is this... normal conversation he's taking part in. The hell did you do to him Loe?]

Scratch that then, I'm not blowing boogers out of my nose so it must be something else. Nothing else that comes to mind?

[stormcleaver]

Plenty of things come to mind. A cold, an infection, staying awake too long, eating bad food....

[sonofthestorm]

[He smirks at that.]

What can I say, I don't sleep much. Two or three hours every few days is more than enough for a Watcher. Since I got back from that building on the roadside, I've been doing almost four times that.

[Fix it Loe. Fix iiiiit.]

Bad food is one I'm gonna blame on you though. Aren't you in charge? Give me something better to munch on.

[stormcleaver]

[Building? Building... Ah.]

You followed the road, huh?

[Let's see here, what's out there...]

I'm not the one in charge of food, but you might've picked something up while you were out. You eat or drink anything strange?

[sonofthestorm]

A path clears that leads away from this place? Yeah I'm gonna take it. Came back to grab some things before I go out again but crashed instead.

[Stupid sleep is eating into his wandering time.]

I only ate what I took with me. Cept for the water.

[Well shit.]

[stormcleaver]

Can't blame you for exploring, can I? Not like Ardel and Eider are the only cities here.

[If you can call them cities.]

Mmm, water's nothing unusual.

[sonofthestorm]

Tch. Hell if I know then.

[Gosh, Loe. Some help you are.]

Say, question. Anything we find out there is for the taking, right?

[stormcleaver]

[Geez, Seth, so picky.]

Depends on what you find. You find a plow, you leave it there; someone's gonna need it later. You find junk, what do I care what you do with that?

[sonofthestorm]

[He smiles. Loe might be able to catch a hint of it in his voice.]

That's what I wanted to hear. Scavenger's habit never dies. You reckon anyone around here would be up for trade? Or are they all too busy running and hiding from the big bad beasties.