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[majorum_pride]

[Filtered to Warden Friends]

[Rhade just got done with a slightly unusual game of chess with Brax. He was given chess pieces made of ice that could melt so that the game had to be completed in a certain amount of time, and he knows that Braxiatel's hands are cooler so he admires that he came up with such a subtle and inventive way to gain an

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[with_discipline]

Certainly. I can meet you there.

[majorum_pride]

Thank you. I'll be up in a moment.

[mrs_persson]

Have you got someone yet?

[majorum_pride]

[There is a conspicuously long time between between her message and his response.] It was cut short. I'm in the infirmary.

notifs are on a half-hour+ delay, woot.

[mrs_persson]

What?

Are you-no, of course you're not all right; what happened? Do you need anything?

booo

[majorum_pride]

I died. And my head hurts [And his hands hurt! Goddammit do his hands hurt!]. But I'll be fine.

[He'd feel a little guilty for asking her for anything, anyway.]

[Private]

[majorum_pride]

It's nothing note-worthy, anyway. [Oh, he's going to get you Brax. So going to get you. But he is impressed! You can tell from the subtle jabbing.]

I appreciate it.

[Spam!]

[majorum_pride]

[Indeed, he's more happy to see Braxiatel than he is annoyed that he died. Or annoyed that his hands hurt, which is his largest clue about how it was done. He's guessing Epibatidine or something like it in the ice water.

He stares at the flowers for a moment, flickers a smile ("Braxiatel, you too are an asshole") and sits up further in bed.] Irving.

Filter - sorta Spam

[majorum_pride]

T'Pol offered, but I'm not opposed to you coming as well.

[And then he's going to die. Well-played, Brax. Well-played. But he'll wake up in the infirmary with his chest, head, and hands hurting.]

[Private]

[majorum_pride]

I'm fine. My head hurts. My chest a little. [His hands a lot.] But I'm fine.

I'm only concerned that I might have some allergies. I'll have those looked into. [Bad genes are bad.]