[The following is scrawled quickly before dawn, and is only just recognizable as Rain's handwriting. It more closely resembles something written by a feverish, half-asleep child.]

Can't work today.

[Responses, if he responds, will be ic-ly quite delayed because he went back to sleep.]

[ooc: Slightly backdated to this morning.]

I'll ask my clients to please disregard my appearance for the next few days.

[Smudges of blood and various unidentifiable fluids mark the page.]

They vanished.

Lady Inara, I apologize, but I might need a few days off. Memory crystal backlash. I'll work overtime once it wears off.

Reaper, pick up some food on your way home. Everything I bought turned to candy.

[small inkblot] Seems like it's a good time to stay inside, anyway.

[ooc: Any inanimate object he touches turns into Skittles. His clothes ( Read more... )