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[... yeah she's getting a little red]
Ugh... I mean, sort of!?
I had one of those communication coupons, and everybody that week wouldn't shut up about the dead, and daycare, and how like half the people here have been back from the dead before!?
... So I gave it a shot.
Ugh... I mean, sort of!?
I had one of those communication coupons, and everybody that week wouldn't shut up about the dead, and daycare, and how like half the people here have been back from the dead before!?
... So I gave it a shot.
[When he came back from the so-called alternate universe, he did so covered in rainbow-colored paint.
It's later in the night now, and Sieghart descends the stairs into the common room, dressed in the dress shirt and pants of his campus-assigned school uniform. His hair is damp and no longer caked in paint. With a heavy sigh, he drops down onto the couch that doesn't belong.]
It's later in the night now, and Sieghart descends the stairs into the common room, dressed in the dress shirt and pants of his campus-assigned school uniform. His hair is damp and no longer caked in paint. With a heavy sigh, he drops down onto the couch that doesn't belong.]
[rita's there in the common room, going through some books she's stacked on the coffee table. silber is unhelpfully seated on one of the stacks, as if intending to obstruct her from accessing them.
she looks up when he sits.]
Looks like we're finally getting out of here. Not that I had any doubts that we'd succeed.
she looks up when he sits.]
Looks like we're finally getting out of here. Not that I had any doubts that we'd succeed.
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