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[easybreezyidiot]

[This evening, a girl is lying at the edge of one of the cornfields. She is dirty, her arms and legs are scratched and bloody, and her shoes are completely wrecked. At first glance, she appears to be passed out or - if you're a naturally paranoid person - maybe dead. :| Do you investigate?]

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[easybreezyidiot]

My roommate, probably.

[runstowardsfire]

[You mean this roommate who happens to be coming out of the ship?]

. . . You're injured.

[easybreezyidiot]

But not blind this time!

[runstowardsfire]

No, but did you fall over or something?

[easybreezyidiot]

Yeah. So, uh, I think I'm going to go take a nap.

[runstowardsfire]

That's probably the best plan. After you get changed.

[easybreezyidiot]

Right, because I was totally planning on sleeping in my bloody ripped up clothes.

[she actually was planning on doing this :|]

[runstowardsfire]

[As mentioned previously, magic is not required to figure out how the Breeze thinks.]

You'd have to change the sheets and everything if you did. We have clean clothes.

[easybreezyidiot]

... [change the sheets?]

Right. Yeah, duh.

[runstowardsfire]

[It takes some soaking in cold water to get bloodstains out.]

I'll have a look at those scratches and bruises when you get up again.

It's good of your friend to see you home after your accident.

[easybreezyidiot]

Yeah, she's pissed off at me, though.

[runstowardsfire]

. . . Maybe she didn't want to see you get hurt?

[Even though she's blonde.]

[easybreezyidiot]

She still didn't have to get mad.

[runstowardsfire]

Does she have a reason to be angry?

[easybreezyidiot]

No!

[runstowardsfire]

Do you have a reason to be angry?