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[black_ancalagon]

*wakes up in a strange bed, only dimly remembering being dragged from the scene of his latest fiasco by a couple of Elves*

*finds movement to be a little awkward, due to having his ribcage all taped up* :S

*sees no signs of his captors rescuers (thank fuck) and lies staring at the ceiling, wondering what's going on and how the Mandos he's going

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[caranthire]

*drops by Elladan's to pick up a small amount of illicit smokeables, having been unable to locate her son's stash*

[black_ancalagon]

*thinks you look vaguely familiar and tries to remember if he's smelled you before*

[caranthire]

Ah, you're conscious again.

[black_ancalagon]

Okay, that's pretty definite.

Uh, yeah, and a little bit more lucid, I think. ;)