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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ You might notice more and more people getting oddly touchy with each other, along with their strange red welts and cuts on their wrists, fingers, necks, arms... they might scratch them occasionally. Except when in the presence of a special person, of course.

Today, however, Marcy is... knitting? So many red tentacle-warmers. Aww. ]

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[fruitophile]

[ holding an apple with one hand, rubbing his neck with the other. ♣ ]

Maybe the alien taught it that. ♠

[lunadickery]

[HI, DEAR. I MISSED YOU. HAVE A PRESENT.]

[fruitophile]

[ moves to get out of the way, but now has burns and a cut across the his chest.

... and dropped his apple. ]

How impatient. ♦

[ flicks his wrist and his fingers each have a card between them ]

[lunadickery]

[HE'S LEARNED AND IS KEEPING UP THE BARRAGE, but he's also moving closer and closer in.]

[musclebeast_nut]

[You have not been in the presence of your moirail for much of the afternoon due to some projects you needed to work on. You are now out looking for her, stalking between buildings like a predatory musclebeast. Occasionally your hand drifts up your left forearm, rubbing at your ODDLY ITCHY SKIN.]

[mechabro]

Yo, Sunglasses! Haven't seen ya in ages, feels like.

[musclebeast_nut]

D --> Ah, hello
D --> It has been some time, hasn't it
D --> Though I wasn't e%pecting to come a% you today

[mechabro]

... hey, didja get into a fight with somethin'?

[me_fuckyeah]

... Is it just me, or is Marcy getting in the spirit of Christmas like 14 days too early?

[dasschlechtende]

--when the hell did you get back?!

[healingcock]

[it's definitely a weird thing to see the angel of healing with cuts and welts all over his arms, esp. since they're not reviving]

Ughhhhh.

[currently smoking like a chimney in the Mess Hall, not touching his food]

[watchmycannon]

[....yes. That is very odd. And alarming. And bad.]

[sits down abruptly next to him]

Raphael-- what on earth?

[healingcock]

What? What is it?

[watchmycannon]

[blinks a little, but still reaches for his hand, too concerned to be offput]

You're not healing...

[gavehimhead]

[poking at the welts on his wrists]