For lastvoyages: Fifth Hex [written, as in hastily scrawled]

[scarlet_discord]

Hey Barge people. Not going to be in my room for a while. Contact me on here if you need me or get bored.

[private to Tony]
Tony, my powers...I need your help. I can't stay in my room. Iroh's right, I need the CES, I need lots of space around me with no people. I have to make sure I can't hurt anything or anyone. My powers are glitching. If I try to

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[helpmejeeves]

[Another Damsel in Distress! And Wanda is a nice beazel who tried to help him even while he was (temporarily) undead. He couldn't possibly turn his back on her now; the Wooster Code forbids it.]

I'd be happy to pack you a picnic, if you like. [Hiking... Bertie doesn't really go it for that rural recreation. He's a man of the metrop. through and through. But he remembers hearing things that some outdoorsy American chaps once said to him about their wilderness adventures.]

Will you need anything else? A bedroll? Fire wood? A pistol with which to shoot snakes?

Oh, and for company I could read to you over this tele-whatsits. I have a thrilling novel of suspense that I'd only just started...

[He picks up a book from his side table and holds it up. It's not a thrilling novel of suspense. Rather, it's The Courtship of Lord Strathmorlick by romance author Rosie M. Banks. Bertie looks at the book, realizes his mistake and drops it like it burned his fingertips, and picks up a different book, [The Mystery of Myrtle House],

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[scarlet_discord]

Just the picnic would be nice. I um...I've got a lighter and am OK with gathering firewood...and you probably shouldn't give me a gun. I um...big tough Goth here...I barely know one end of a pistol from the other.

If you feel like doing it I'd love it, and I'm sure some of the laid up people in the Infirmary would too.

Are you doin' okay?