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[oi_theoi]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 70, morning
Where: Anywhere
What: Look around! Run into each other! Get cleaned up!

[ So it's been a day since the HQ was moved, and everyone has no doubt been enjoying the sunshine and the lifting of that oppressive gloom. Some have even started to get things cleaned up again. Appropriate for chaos to be followed by order again, hm? Those who are interested in grabbing some cleaning supplies will notice that Eizon has actually generously set out some already by his shine, today.

For other people still exploring, some may notice that a lot of vines fell away when the HQ was uprooted, and people searching around outside will see that about where level 4 starts, some of the wall looks different--a weaker texture, actually more like concrete that was filled over something. There also seems to be remains of twisted metal scaffolding or railing in some places, all along two stone ledges that trace around the half of the HQ opposite the window side. Perhaps these were once balconies?

In any case, be careful while you're out there, it seems like a lot more Red Lizagons are around this high up in the canopy! Some of them even seem extra mad. Maybe the HQ squished some nests?]

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[churchninja]

[Heading into one of the adjacent rooms, his mouth puckered in a tiny frown.]

Nova… Ah, I vaguely recall his face. Needless to say, they shouldn't have left the rest of it to you. Cleaning up is in their best interest, as well.

[Yes, I am going into your bedroom. Let's survey the damage.]

[boundbydevotion]

It's fine, they had other business to attend to. I'm sure they'll come lend a hand once it's finished.

[Bringing over a mop and bucket of water. The room itself is, at least, already emptied of furniture or anything that might be ruined from flooding. By the line of drying mud along the wall, it seems the water had only risen about a foot or so, leaving behind clumps of water plants and dirt. Link uses the scraper to start removing the thickest layers of sludge, slowly clearing off an area that Book can mop effectively without just smearing the dirt around.]

How is your own living situation? Walker is still in apartment N of course, but do you intend to room with him?

[churchninja]

[He settles his dustpan elsewhere and takes the mop with a soft word of thanks. It's dunked, then Link kneels to wring it by hand.]

I should hope so. If they forget, give them a right proper scolding!

[Plop. The mop meets the floor and so begins the arduous task of cleaning up gunk.]

As for my state of affairs… I'm not certain how to approach matters.

[boundbydevotion]

If they've really left me to fend for myself in here then they shall certainly hear of it.

[Scrape scrape tap, etc...]

Mm, as for Walker... I'm afraid I don't think I could offer an accurate prediction. If you invited him to stay elsewhere, he might appreciate the privacy in his more precarious moments, but I image it's just as likely he would miss the activity of having a lot of people around...

[churchninja]

Yes, there is that...

[Working in silence for a moment or two.]

... Do you truly think he'd stay with me? With the flood over, more rooms will become available. Perhaps we might find someplace close to everyone else, so he's able to visit freely but still have privacy. Though, ah, it isn't that I have anything against Apartment N. I would simply rather keep to myself. I'm sure you understand.

[boundbydevotion]

[nod] It's certainly awkward to invite one's self in after being away so long and.. well... having only a personal reason for doing so...

But I think whether he will or won't, it is still important to ask him. It's an invitation, after all.

[churchninja]

You're right. However insistent Walker is that I'm welcome, it does feel as though I'm invading someone's privacy. I've no qualms with moving, but not only does finding a room for myself seem wasteful, I believe my place is with him. I'll ask his opinion and worry about an alternative if it becomes necessary. […] Ah… I apologize. We're always discussing my troubles, aren't we?

[boundbydevotion]

Ah, no I apologize, I don't mean for it to seem that way. I'm only glad if any advice I give turns out to be useful.

[churchninja]

Mm. You've been very helpful, Note. You always are. Thank you.

[Mopping to the closet. Pauses, then peeks inside to see how messy it is.]

[churchninja]

Ah… Is this where we…?

[boundbydevotion]

[HDJSFH--OH w-we aren't pretending that never happened?? Well ok]

Ah--w-well.. I'm--sure it looks somewhat different since it's been cleared out!

[Other than the layer of muck anyway...]

[churchninja]

[I needed a distraction from my pathetic attempt at feelings but I can't mop in here so what am I doing!!]

Yes, it does! It's—ah, perhaps we should come back to this later! Did you scrape over there? Let me look!

[boundbydevotion]

[Though this is really nothing compared to the Allens lately--WHY AM I ON THIS LINE OF THOUGHT--]

--Why don't I change the water for you. I'll just.. be a moment-- [GOES CHANGE THE WATER!!]

[churchninja]

... Yes, that's a fine idea. In the meantime, I'll tend to the floor.

[Busying himself with a corner, awkwardly scraping where Note left off and feeling sort of hot in the face.]

1/2

[boundbydevotion]

[Though now he is wondering if he should actually warn Book about that, it seems like something it would be better for him not to just stumble on, although...]

[boundbydevotion]

[...Sighs. Dumping out the dirtied water in the bathroom next door, rinsing out the bucket and filling it with clean water. Coming back and setting the bucket down near the mop]

[churchninja]

[Trading off one thing for another and returning to his mop. Dunking it, wringing it out, then it goes splat against the floor. Now everything feels tense but falling silent will make things twice as uncomfortable.]

[a little blunt:] ... Well, I do hope the knives were worth it.

[boundbydevotion]

[Just.. huffs a quiet sound. Maybe it's amusement.]

You'll be disappointed to know I've since traded up to something more useful, then. I apologize, the encounter was probably more uncomfortable for you than for me.

[churchninja]

[Working with his back turned, head down to watch the mop.]

An apology is unnecessary. If they were useful, even briefly, then I consider it worth the effort. I do so little for you as it is...

[boundbydevotion]

Not so. Just your presence here has already been a great weight off me.

[Turning to work toward the opposite direction.] . . . Truthfully, there is a matter I wish to speak with you on, but it is likely to be an awkward topic. I don't know whether it would offend your sensibilities, as it was never something I thought too much about before.

[churchninja]

[Hurried, furtive glance over his shoulder.]

Please go ahead. I want you to feel as though you can discuss anything with me, no matter how unusual it may seem. If it's as you say, then I'll recover.

[boundbydevotion]

Mm... I was thinking how it seems it isn't unusual for twins to get along, and was reminded that I hadn't mentioned to you how the Walkers have been relating...


[Pausing in his work to kind of study the floor.]

I suppose it shouldn't be a surprise, with their personalities, that they would grow close quickly, but.. ah... I while you were gone, they grew rather dependent on each other... To put it lightly.

[boundbydevotion]

...Well, I should say, rather, that I believe they somewhat recently exchanged confessions...?

[churchninja]

[Nodding along, ceasing his cleaning for now so he can watch Note closely. Yes, Walker always has been the emotional sort. Link supposes he does feel a little close to his twin, so it isn't strange that two similar individuals would be drawn together and seek mutual company for—

Ah, what was that last part?]

… Confessions…?

[churchninja]

[Wait.]

No.