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[weaponsparked]

This is a bit late... I fear. Got distracted by a certain idiot friend of mine taking off on some crazy idea of his... Jolt, if you don't get back here...Mimi... was it? You asked that I check in with you? Here I am

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[dynamic_may_lee]

This may sound a little weird... you might want to sit down.

[weaponsparked]

Then it's your lucky day... I am sitting down. Lying down. Whatever.

[dynamic_may_lee]

Basically, when I busted in, I caught a glimpse of The Milkman and someone who... may or may not have been Grady, it was hard to tell, and then a massive flash of light. Next thing I knew, both here gone and there was a pool of blood on the floor.

[weaponsparked]

... So... it's entirely likely this "Grady" is dead. I've never heard of a flash of light... killing someone before.

[if_she_hollers]

Well, like, you're still alive. That's totally a good thing. So like, how are you feeling? Is like, the swelling down? And like, I know I told you to like, stay on the couch, but like, I hope your friend was kind enough to like, let you use his bed.

[weaponsparked]

Being among the living is always a good thing...

Bored. Stiff. And sore. Near as I can tell... it's resembling something closer to its normal size. Which I take to be a good thing.

He... can't exactly do that. I think his assigned mate claimed it.

[if_she_hollers]

That's definitely like, a good thing.

I like, admit I'm not a knee expert, so I've been like, asking around about knee injuries, and like, the best doctor was apparently just droned, so like, that's out of the question. But there are people here who are going on about like, magic, which is totally sketch, but like, I guess worth a shot. You might want to like, ask for a White Mage if you really can't like, wait for natural healing.

If like, you want to stick it out, I think like, you'll need some physical therapy after about a week, 'cause your muscles will like, atrophy.

And like, take one of the kids', then. Like, sleeping on a couch isn't good for any part of your body. And remember -- keep it elevated, ice it in intervals of 20 to 30 minutes, and keep taking those meds.

[weaponsparked]

Wait... back up. "Just droned"? Explain.

Magic... doesn't exist. I'll just... count the ceiling tiles again. And wait for him to get his aft back here.

[Slightly horrified] ... Atrophy...? Me?

I doubt either of the children will give their beds to a strange invalid. I'll survive. And yes, I know. I was about to.

[bustydefense]

The drones are still out, the rain around my house is still acidic, and it sounds like there have been gas leaks and flooding in other houses.

If you find out what happened with all those people, I'd like to know too.

[weaponsparked]

Wonderful. How long can this possibly go on?

I'm being informed right now.

[bustydefense]

As long as they want. In the past, our misery has gone on as long as two weeks.

Good. I have the suspicion that my daughter was amongst those there.

[weaponsparked]

... My misery is going to last that long whether they're involved or not.

Your spawn?

[b_as_a_criminal]

[Being that he's locked himself up in his house, B has plenty of time to answer phone calls, even if they are from sarcastic men who think they are giant robots.]

When we arrived, no one was there.

[he was in the middle of the crowd, so he didn't have time to spot the milkman like May Lee]

However, there was a large smear of human remains on the lobby floor, as well as obvious signs of a struggle. Small amounts of blood were found on the stairs and in upper parts of the station where the victim and the perpetrator fought. A pillar had been cracked, apparently as the result of a human body being thrown into it. There was a large blood spatter not far from the pillar which probably came from the victim's mouth as a result. No body was found, and the blood evidence was unable to be collected without contamination.

[tickingheart]

[Have a rather surly-looking Japanese teen wandering through the living room. He's not in a good mood right now, and doesn't want to talk to anyone. In fact, he's so out of it he doesn't even notice the visitor on the couch.]

[weaponsparked]

[Lucky for said surly Japanese teen, by the time he wanders through the living room, the visitor is... a bit off. Or, should we say, slightly high thanks to the accidental application of morphine-like painkiller.]

...

[He's also laughing to himself.]

[tickingheart]

[A stop. A stare.

Hello strange laughing man on the couch.]

Are you okay?

[weaponsparked]

[Please ignore the large wad of ice on one knee. Also the stupid grin on his face.]

... Hello! Yes. Hello.