audio, backdated to the morning of the 15th. very early.

[breakin_ur_lore]

[The boy speaks in a low voice. It's still dark outside, and he sounds like he hasn't slept much this night. ]

I can't sleep. Everytime I try, I think about...about the holiday, and about home, and...about these stupid hats.

[The stupid hats that he would normally have fun with, except that his sort-of crush left not too long ago, and that wound

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[endofdaydream]

[ Ange had been lying down in her croft, trying to catch some sleep but somehow she couldn't sleep. She blamed this.. eventful - eventful was the only word for it, she decided - day for it. And the bumhats. But when she (after hours? she wasn't even sure anymore how much time had passed) rolled over once more and idly grabbed her communicator, she noticed the feed.

And then Ange was even more wide awake the moment she noticed who was on the feed, not to mention what was happening on the feed. She, of course, had heard that voice before, but had never bothered to go against it. It just didn't seem worth the trouble, not to mention there was something about the voice that gave her cold chills.

But now? As if she could just watch while whatever the thing was did whatever that thing was going to do to Med'an.

She was already getting up, quickly and messily putting on her jacket. ]

Med'an--!

[ If Ange wasn't getting a response soon, she was going to run down to the inn without even thinking over whether it was a good plan or not. ]

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[Just for you, Ange, there will be some noises that sound as though someone has hurriedly and accidentally stepped on the communicator. That is all!]

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[endofdaydream]

[ That's all the incentive she needs, really. She makes sure she has her gun with her and is then already running for her life (or rather Med'an's life) to the inn, unsure of what she'll find over there. Ange can figure it's probably no good news at all though.

She slams open the door without any consideration for anything, a worried look on her face. ]

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[Rawhead turns on his heel to face her as she enters. Med'an is on the floor; there are deep scratches across his chest, but he's still conscious and wriggling about, going for a knife on the desk.]

Ange - !

[ The boogeyman radiates fear, all bloodied muscle and sinew, and lunges for her.]