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[worstsongever]

Fcuk this place AI mena seriousl. why does anyjone sty her whne you dont have to

all i wanetd was to exrt

exhert

have controls over my liffe and all i get is nothing but

btut

idk it's not like anything I thoguht it would be and now heeros gone

btw

my inmate is just GONE

and im really rlley drunk

[Anyone in the pub may see Olive typing this

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[notarrowette]

[Oh lord, you are so drunk, Olive. Clearly this requires some in-person intervention. Cissie's coming to rescue you. Or at least come sit beside you.]

Hey. How many of those have you had?

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[worstsongever]

[So drunk and so unhappy. :c But drunk + Marianne's face very nearly sends Olive tipping off her stool. She catches herself! Barely.]

I don't know, but do you wanna finish this one? [She holds out her half empty bottle, straightening again in her seat.

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[notarrowette]

[Cissie totally would have caught her, or tried to, if she hadn't caught herself. She raises an eyebrow but takes the bottle--if for no other reason than to keep Olive from drinking more and takes a sip. Then makes a face.]

What is this?

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[worstsongever]

Wild Blue! [She snorted at the face making, and waves a hand dismissively.] Don't worry. It gets better.

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[mrs_persson]

Heero's gone? Really gone, or-

Never mind. Answer when you're feeling better. I'm sorry.

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[worstsongever]

idk hes jst gone and his cat his hn hs room and idk whe n hel'l cmeo back

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[mrs_persson]

I'm sorry. Let me know if there's anything I can do.

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[worstsongever]

brng hm back

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[takeyouapart]

[Hello Olive's door, it's 9am. Merlin has a tray with breakfast on it, and a vial of potion in his pocket. He carefully balances the tray between one hand and his other elbow so he can knock on the door. Gently.]

Olive...?

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[worstsongever]

[Merlin is a hero, and from inside, he might even hear a groan. The hangover is nonexistant thanks to Martha's miracle cure last night, but Olive's been giving herself a headache stressing.]

It's open.

[Though belatedly she realizes that she is still literally buried under her comforter and still in her pajams. Oh well. :|]

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[takeyouapart]

[Merlin nudges the door open silently, stepping in and immediately averting his eyes when it becomes clear that Olive wasn't exactly in a position to be receiving guests - not out of embarrassment, just courtesy.]

I brought you some breakfast. [He glances around the scope of his vision not blocked for the sake of Olive's dignity for a flat clear surface large enough to put the tray down on.] And something for the pain, if you need it. It...looked like you had a bit of a night last night.

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[worstsongever]

[After a silent debate on whether or not she can just stay under here, Olive makes herself sit up.]

Martha beat you to it, [she mumbled, but she was rubbing her head - and then running her fingers through her hair because it was in pretty bad shape.]

You didn't have to bring me anything. [And she rolls out of bed to clear a place on her desk so he can put down the tray. Pajamas for her at least aren't embarrassing. Except for the penguins with saxophones, but shut up.] You can, you know. I'm dressed.