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[oi_theoi]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 89, morning
Where: Wherever
What: Mingle

[With the directory back up and working again, some people checking it may notice that two new pages have appeared in the directory, with pictures of the faces of all the people who are currently with Dathusropi, either surviving in the wilderness or people he has discovered taken by the jungle and added to his cache of unconscious people. Apparently one of the more info-oriented gods finally tracked him down and had him organize something for them.

Otherwise, it's a quiet morning. How were your dreams last night?]

Comments

[intellectum]

Good.

[untempered]

[nuzzles his neck]

[intellectum]

[smiles, leaning into it]

[untempered]

How about you?

[intellectum]

What about me?

[untempered]

How are you feeling? After last night, and everything else...

[intellectum]

[shrugs]

It was nothing I couldn't handle.

[untempered]

Your brother came back from... [the dead] from disappearing.

[intellectum]

[pause]

He's fine. He ...dreams of the past. Of me.

[untempered]

He needs to move on. We all do.

[intellectum]

That's what everyone says and no one does. I've learned not to get my hopes up.

[untempered]

[pushes himself up on one elbow]

You said yourself that the Long Night felt like a new beginning.

[intellectum]

It did. And I do hope for that. But I also know better enough to expect miracles. Maybe it can happen, maybe it won't.

[untempered]

[...settles back next to him, a bit disillusioned.]

[intellectum]

[and I totally felt that, so I'm going to shut up now]

[untempered]

[you feel everything. you are a feelings stalker.]

I do think of it that way. I'm trying to.

[intellectum]

... That's enough.

[untempered]

...

[intellectum]

At least it is right now.

[untempered]

[wraps his arm around Xavier's middle]

[intellectum]

[leans against him]

[untempered]

[guess we'll just stay quiet and rest for a while.]

[intellectum]

[fine by me]