022 [your skin shining softly in the moonlight]

[mythgravenblade]

Doctor Lezard--

My deep apologies for the delay, but I can't come in today due to the Tree's latest prank. I will be in tomorrow, and I'm willing to do whatever necessary to compensate for the late notice and absence.

Is there an incinerator or fire-pit anywhere? I need to burn these clothes.

[ooc: let's pretend this entry went up sometime

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[feathered_earth]

Are you okay?

What did you get stuck in this time?

[mythgravenblade]

I'll be fine.

Bernard.

[feathered_earth]

Okay.

Oh. [pause.] Maybe I should try having a talk with her.

[mythgravenblade]

You can speak with her?

[live_ringer]

I've got a lighter and there's a metal disk about a meter in diameter in the Scrapyard. Not an incinerator, but I found out it comes in very handy.

[Yes, from recent personal experience doing exactly the same thing.]

[feathered_earth]

[No reply, but she's just going to lol at this.]

[live_ringer]

[Well, yes. If anyone had a reason to, it would be her.]

[mythgravenblade]

Thank you very much--I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I know your name.

I think I might call upon you for the lighter and directions to the disk tomorrow--these clothes won't burn well wet.

[exarmatio]

What's wrong wi

Are you alright?

[mythgravenblade]

No permanent injuries, Magi. I'll be fine.

[exarmatio]

Ah, I'm glad. But, what is going on? What is wrong with your clothes?

[mythgravenblade]

[pentaps of 'how (much) to explain...']

They aren't my clothes, precisely. You've noticed how people have been..."kidnapped," for lack of a better word--recently?