[ knock knock, hello boys and girls, it's time fo- ]
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[ ... time for Ludger to run smack into the side of the door frame, it seems. he sighs, rubbing his face, before he takes an exaggerated step to the side, guiding Nozomi in. ]
Welcome to, uh. Whatever we are. The information swapping club, I guess?
[ okay everyone, say 'hiiiiiiiiii' so the blind girl will know who's here and where you areeeeeeeeeeeee ]
[It's amazing she managed to make it here before they did. Cantarella is definitely icing some nasty, rising bruises from her many unexpected collisions throughout the day.]
There's a strange room with no instantly recognizable purpose to it... I think it should be handled with great care, so I'll be going there.
[She glances to Ludger, quietly scanning him with her eyes. There's concern there, particularly that he might burn himself out working too hard for too long.]
Not yet, but I was going to check out our new study [why do we have so many studies, guys] with Katan. The pawn shop also caught my eye, but consider that a window shopping trip instead of anything else.
... But she's not quuuuiiiiite ready to collapse when she's not alone yet (give her a few minutes), so Cantarella is standing barefoot out in the shallows, letting the water call her.
The silence can be broken in a moment (hopefully by Fran throwing a firework or something); for now she is happy with the peace.]
[ fran can absolutely be setting up some fireworks. he'll have abandoned his labcoat for this and just wandering around without it on. it's not much, but he'll look significantly more relaxed like this. ]
Should I make a certain shape or just anything will do?
[This might be the last time that food tastes normal for her for a very long time, if ever, won't it? Cantarella pauses, mulling it over. Her smile softens.]
Could you grill some fish for me, please? Some vegetables, if you have them...
[He will get a large blanket because he already got wood splinters in his hair earlier and he doesn't want to deal with sand too, thanks!! So he lays that down next to Ludger if he wants to roll onto it (or if anyone else wants to use it, really) before taking a seat.]
[He'll lie down once that happens, especially because he is pretty tired after all that, and this is a lot more comfortable as far as positions go.]
It did seem pretty dicey for a moment.
[Transforming right before the cure could be used on all of them was borderline tripping at the finish line, but they all made it out of that crisis safely, somehow.]
Pretty fortunate that Magi pulled in so many do-gooders to get this wish granted.
[ nah, fran is good to let the two of them enjoy their space. besides, he's probably up and about setting up the fireworks anyway. this is a more reasonable and sensible thing to do with explosives, yes? ]
[Unlike her normal gentle teases that have accompanied Unhinged Wazy hours, Cantarella says with the utmost sincerity:] You were out there working hard, too.
[Under all the snark and the lies and the sarcasm, which she weathered like a playful creature navigating the waves, she had always thought he was in there fighting for what he wanted.]
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Ow...
[ ... time for Ludger to run smack into the side of the door frame, it seems. he sighs, rubbing his face, before he takes an exaggerated step to the side, guiding Nozomi in. ]
Welcome to, uh. Whatever we are. The information swapping club, I guess?
[ okay everyone, say 'hiiiiiiiiii' so the blind girl will know who's here and where you areeeeeeeeeeeee ]
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[She has a vague guess on who's in here. But she does bow to be formal.]
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[It's amazing she managed to make it here before they did. Cantarella is definitely icing some nasty, rising bruises from her many unexpected collisions throughout the day.]
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[She remains blissfully ignorant of her bruises right now.]
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Haha. The prim and proper type, huh? You ought to loosen up, you know. We don't bite... unless it's a special occasion, that is.
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Yugamu would be the one who prefers to get bitten....?
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We'll be counting on you. Especially since this week seems like it'll be... interesting.
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Have any of you checked out the new places yet?
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[She glances to Ludger, quietly scanning him with her eyes. There's concern there, particularly that he might burn himself out working too hard for too long.]
Do you intend to return to the mausoleum?
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I'd like to check them out.
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w5, post saturday
time to lay down in the sand forever /j (unless...?) ]
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They're all alive! And cured! ]
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So. Are we invited to the wedding?
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everybody knows about that!!!! ]
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... But she's not quuuuiiiiite ready to collapse when she's not alone yet (give her a few minutes), so Cantarella is standing barefoot out in the shallows, letting the water call her.
The silence can be broken in a moment (hopefully by Fran throwing a firework or something); for now she is happy with the peace.]
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Should I make a certain shape or just anything will do?
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Wait..........
ENRICHMENT!!!
She perks up a little bit, though there's certainly some level of calm in her that can't be penetrated at the moment.]
Why not stars? We'll not be making any more wishes on them for the time being, so why not create our own?
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Cantarella! What do you want to eat?!
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[This might be the last time that food tastes normal for her for a very long time, if ever, won't it? Cantarella pauses, mulling it over. Her smile softens.]
Could you grill some fish for me, please? Some vegetables, if you have them...
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Good work back there.
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I'm glad it all worked out.
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It did seem pretty dicey for a moment.
[Transforming right before the cure could be used on all of them was borderline tripping at the finish line, but they all made it out of that crisis safely, somehow.]
Pretty fortunate that Magi pulled in so many do-gooders to get this wish granted.
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It's good to see you back to your normal self.
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[Under all the snark and the lies and the sarcasm, which she weathered like a playful creature navigating the waves, she had always thought he was in there fighting for what he wanted.]
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