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[lumenrelegandus]

[a scream. The figure on the bed thrashes over-but this is not the bed the sleeping body knows; he falls right out of it. A wrenching thud as he hits the floor. A groan of awakening.

Then the groggy, embarrassed, woebegone voice. Even hushed, not nearly as ragged as it will be later:]

Sorry, I'm sorry…

[A hand reaching up from the floor. It

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[thenobledie]

And what would be so funny?

[ it is either a very good thing or a very bad thing she hasn't even started trolling yet. it's the injuries; it upsets her to see them so fresh. ]

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[thenobledie]

[ weirdly, this would be so much easier if she were being self-referential. slight kanye shrug. ]

Nothing, I assume.

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[lumenrelegandus]

[Shakes his head. He's still disoriented from the nightmare and the fall and all the other ridiculously unhelpful conversations to juggle through talking heads in a little box, and the fact that this is exam week and the growing sense of alarm at nobody yet taking credit or showing their hand in this absurdity. The only adult he's talking to persisting in being tersely cryptic, like she's in on the game when that is not the role adults can play, is the last straw. Remus says to two windows simultaneously,]

That's enough, now. If it's all the same to you, I'm going to go figure this out.

[spreads his palm as if to block the forge's viewer, and the gesture switches it off]