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[spooky_shrink]

The worst part is when he doesn't dream. That's never a good sign. So when Malcolm Crowe wakes up in his room, he does so with a start, and then flails around until his hand slaps the nightstand

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter jumps up from her seat when he comes downstairs and hugs him,

"Malcolm, you're still there."

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm hugs her back gratefully. Just the person he hoped to see around here.

"Dem, what's going on?" He points up at the yellow crystal. "And what's that thing?"

[wheatencrown]

"I don't know. Everything's falling apart and I don't know why. Apollo says that things will be better at some point but not when. I'm glad you're safe,"

She hates not knowing what to do.

[spooky_shrink]

"Thanks, glad you're all right too."

"It'll get better, huh? Hope that doesn't mean it's all going to fall apart before then. Considering my status, being tied to the Bar and all, I'd really rather not have anybody experimenting with what the Bound can handle and what they can't."

[tyler_marlocke]

It takes a few moments before Tyler spots Malcolm coming down from his own little blanket-fort booth.

He..oh hell, it hasn't been a good couple of days, between the nausea and the nightmares. He's just going to run from the hidey hole and clamp onto Malcolm's legs with an obviously distressed canine whine.

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm squints for a moment. There appears to be a growth on his leg. A beat later, he looks down.

"Huh."

A few seconds pass.

"Sooo. Things could be better, I'm guessing?"

[tyler_marlocke]

"Pokelidjeer FUCKING MILLIWAYS."

...yes, he's had better days.

[spooky_shrink]

"Well. Yeah," Malcolm agrees. "That's usually the way it goes."

He stares at Tyler, still clinging.

"...Uh, Tyler? I'm going to need that leg at some point."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy, who was served some sort of rather strong alcopop from Bar rather than the juice he thought he was drinking, is getting up having wobbled off his barstool.

"Malcolm! You feel that?"

He heads over, trips over what appears to be a large garlic sausage (where that came from, who knows?) and ends up on the floor again.

[spooky_shrink]

"Whoa," Malcolm has to steady himself as the floor shakes again. Then when everything seems stable, he reaches down to give Guppy a hand up.

"You ok? What the hell's going on?"

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy keeps down when the floor shakes, then accepts the hand.

"I'm okay. Bar gave me the wrong drink and 'm slightly intoxicated. And it might be the apocalypse."

He kicks the mysterious sausage under a table.

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm stares at him, befuddled. "I thought it was always the apocalypse."

He looks up at the Window. "I thought that was the point."

Also, three hours from now? When he finally remembers that sausage? That's really going to bug him.

Fucking Milliways.