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[twoninths]

Fucking hell.

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[felinemystique]

Where are you?

[twoninths]

Home. You?

[felinemystique]

Good. Then I don't have to break in to get those cookies I left there.

[twoninths]

Not at all. My stomach is too upset for them to do me much good right now, anyway.

[virtuousvictory]

... DO I even want to know?

[twoninths]

Just a stomach-ache. Nothing to be concerned about.

[virtuousvictory]

Have you gone to the toilet... I uh.. heard that helps when you have a stomach ache...

[twoninths]

Your concern is very touching, and I thank you for it deeply.

Though, it is not quite that sort of stomach-ache.

[flamesfromashes]

I should be totally fucking thrilled with your vocab, but I don't think you're gonna care if I kind of freak the fuck out instead.

The hell is going on?

[twoninths]

The last time was before my time, but apparently blood in the journals has meant the death of someone in the past.

That, and my stomach hurts. The combination is distressing.

[flamesfromashes]

Great. So someone just bit the fucking dust. Who's not accounted for?

Sorry about your stomach.

[twoninths]

Hard to tell in a place as big as this. Without an official head-count. I have suspicions, nonetheless.

Thank you. People seem to be busy tonight.

[iniquiticity]

This is an unsettling change in events.

[twoninths]

To put it mildly.

[iniquiticity]

I'm somewhat fond of understatements.

What do you know and want to share?

[twoninths]

I know I'm alive, and you're alive, and Bastet and a few others who haven't posted in their journals as well. After that, I suppose your guess is as good as mine.

That is, if you have made a guess?