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[ijk_mno]

Well, it seems things are getting hectic again. At least this time no one is starting fires?

*A moment or two after saying this out loud, he reaches over and knocks on the nearest wood- although the kitchen counter is possibly plastic. Doesn't matter- he goes back to preparing the plate of cookies.*

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[firm_detective]

*L looks unwell: white as a sheet, with a slight greenish tinge, and tired. Even his walk seems more listless than usual -- something about it suggesting that he might be dizzy. He has returned to the kitchen from the bar, mulling over the situation. Just now, he'd like some tea, some fresh fruit.*

*He nods a greeting to ijk_mno, one of the alternates around whom he feels more comfortable.*

*He heads straight for the refrigerator, opens it with a subtly trembling hand, and pulls out the bowl of satsumas he finds there. With a step that seems uncertain, he carries it over to the sink, where he washes his hands, then --*

*Then he falls on his way to the table.*

*He's lying in the middle of the floor, unconscious, tiny oranges scattered around him. The bowl dropped with a ringing clatter, circling on its rim, but did not break.*

*His temperature is beginning to climb.*

[happy_irthday]

[ He'd heard an L's voice, and hears the clatter, so he goes in to investigate, and... oh. Oh... oh no. ]

L-sir!

[ He looks frantic, moving over to the fainted L quickly and dropping down next to him, sleeve at his lips. ]

[firm_detective]

*He's unconscious, and his breathing is shallow.*

[justiceishot]

(Pink walks in just in time to see L fall. And he freaks; he barely notices the B who's already there, crouching down next to him. He looks worried, worried beyond belief.)

Oh, damn, what--?