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[loopmein]

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[hisdreamsmyfate]

[sounds slightly out of breath, as if he'd been running around all day]

I can see where you're coming from there. Seems like a long time since when I was first laying in a cafe bleeding to death, too. Now most of my friends are here.

...coffee?

[ Voice. ]

[loopmein]

Thankfully none of my old friends are around, but I've made plenty of new ones here. That's what's important.

Yeah, coffee. It's a caffeinated drink that...

Wait. Are you okay? You sound awful.

[ Voice. ]

[hisdreamsmyfate]

Got a point there. I mean... this place is hell in a handbasket right now; I wouldn't want anyone else to have to be stuck here, though at the same time, I do. ...is that crappy-sounding?

Fine, fine. I'm fine. A friend of mine got sick, I just haven't been sleeping. What were you gonna say?

[ Voice. ]

[loopmein]

[ ooc: Strikes are barely audible mumblings. ]

Sadly I've got to say I've survived worse. My mother, for instance. But I still would rather they be far away from this place.

Sick? Do they need a doctor, or any help? There are a few doctors around here, I know that much.

Well, it's just... coffee. Better off with it than tea, anyway. I had a little incident the last Halloween with tea, and since then I haven't been able to touch the stuff.

[unheardviera]

Your home is the grand religious structure I see through the window, is it not? Tell me, if you will, what religion does it keep? I have a curiosity in such things.

[loopmein]

That's right. St. Patrick's Cathedral.

It's a Roman Catholic parish church. It's much different from St. Bartholomew's Abbey, which I lived in before, since the cathedral is far more picturesque.

[unheardviera]

And what do its followers worship?

Undoubtedly it is beautiful within. My sisters would disagree, but it seems to me there is much value in the things humes create.

[loopmein]

Oh boy. Where to even begin? To put it simply, they teach the virtues of faith and worship. There's... a lot more to it, but at the risk of turning this into a sermon...

It is quite beautiful. Some of the alters and pews got destroyed in an attack, but I fixed some things so it at least looks nice again.

[voiceofserenity]

Well lookit that, the man lives.

[loopmein]

In all his ever-loving glory, too.

How're you feeling, Kaylee?

[voiceofserenity]

No worse for the wear. Better'n better, I think. Snow ain't the nicest thing to walk in, but it ensures a kinda quiet that lets ya put your thoughts together.

How've you been?

[loopmein]

It's not always as bad as you think it is. For one thing, I prefer walking in the snow than running for dear life in it.

Better than I was a few weeks ago. Fought off that fever and now I'm back to work and being productive again. Winters are not my thing.

[dontcallmeangus]

Good to see you on again, Odd.

[loopmein]

Same to you, sir. Hope everything is okay. Or as decent as you can possibly be in a city of monsters and psychos.

[dontcallmeangus]

Which category do you fall into again?

Well, I am helpin' Miss Aya Brea with tryin' to restore a bit of "New York's Finest" to the Big Apple. Definitely somethin' folks here could use is some law n' order...never thought I'd hear me sayin' it, though.

[loopmein]

...oh, you're funny.

New York's Finest... you mean a Force? That'll be something nice to see again. I was good friends with some of the cops at my home town.

[thedaggersedge]

I'm glad to hear you've been well. You must have been in a different part of the cathedral when I stopped by a few days ago.

[loopmein]

Must have been; I spent a lot of time on the rooftop. So you stopped by? I take it you picked up the radio I left out for you.

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[thedaggersedge]

Well, no, not exactly. I mean, I intended to, but then I ran into Rion, and we... talked, and I didn't much feel like I needed to go out anymore.

[2/2] [private to Odd]

[thedaggersedge]

...How has he been? He wasn't looking well when I saw him.