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[easybreezyidiot]

[So Julian and Brianna have finally sucked it up and gone to (or, let's be real here, been pressured into going to) the hospital until they can go through a day without accidentally blowing something up, collapsing whenever they try to walk, or spread their disgusting flu germs all around Camp

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[justwannahave]

[No more potential hacking up of lungs at high speed and at least someone managed to get the other one into the hospital.]

You look less terrible now.

[ooc: it will get slow and placeholder-ish soon]

[easybreezyidiot]

Gee, thanks.

[justwannahave]

Not a problem. I got you guys some fruit and found a Connect-4 game in case you got bored with staring at the walls.

[easybreezyidiot]

[whisperinggg]

Julian can't play Connect-4.

[justwannahave]

*theatrical whispering*

It's so bad that he can't use his telekinesis?

[easybreezyidiot]

He'd blow it up.

[justwannahave]

Ah--the loss of fine-control too.

[Yeah, so totally right to call you two on it.]

[easybreezyidiot]

It must suck not to have hands.

[justwannahave]

[. . .]

I think Julian knows that.

[easybreezyidiot]

Never said he doesn't.

[justwannahave]

He's probably learning how to cope with it.

[easybreezyidiot]

Well... yeah.

[justwannahave]

It might take a while, knowing him . . .

[easybreezyidiot]

[shrug]

Not my problem.

[justwannahave]

It's not like he's going to take anyone's advice anyway.

[easybreezyidiot]

Especially not mine, or yours.