thusia | purple haze all in my brain

Who: errybody
When: Sunset, day 108
Where: Building D, 4th floor
What: Hashing shit out

[Maybe you heard about it through the grapevine today, or maybe you saw one of the many fliers lying around, reading:

Open Forum
This evening at Sunset
Auditorium on the 4th floor

Topics of discussion will include:
1. Should we move
2. If so, when and where
3. The lizagons, friend and foe
(in particular, under what terms
do we intend to live together, if
we are going to do so)
4. General future goals

Air your concerns and grievances here
Gods are invited, but NO WHINING ALLOWED

Maybe, if you aren't normally the sort to come to meetings, your apartment has been mysteriously broken into and an item taken, with only a ransom note left behind: "If you want to see it again, come to the auditorium on the fourth floor at sunset."

Either way, when you arrive, there will be a pile of stolen goods on the stage, quite unharmed. There will also be a table with various foodstuffs and drinks. The food is quite tasty, and so is the tea. The booze isn't bad either. It must have come from someone with a pretty impressive stash.

On a completely unrelated note, there is one (1) Yakumo Yukari sitting in the front row. She is the picture of innocence, and there is absolutely no way she stole your shit. ]

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[Which is just enough time for the smell of simmering stew to creep down to the lower floor, drifting enticingly through the mostly-closed lab door.

Faint sounds of movement in the adjoining room eventually follow; the click of cutlery, the soft thunks of weighted ceramics on wood.]

[I am not going to interrupt a meal, who do you think I am.

There's also the sudden, troubling reality of astral exhaustion that wasn't there a few hours ago. Actually, attempts to sit up seem to be mostly failing.]

[You say that as if it were my meal you would be interrupting.

The knocking that follows at the door is soft . . . soft enough for someone sleeping not to notice it. Soft enough that you could pretend it wasn't there at all.]

[... Godammit Zexion!!!

It's a very long few moments before there's any response, like maybe there won't be one...

Finally, quietly;]

I'm awake...

[The door opens and Zexion slips inside, walking over to sit by the side of the pool.]

My apologies for interrupting. It's mid-evening; much as you had conveyed that you would return by now, you seem as though the continued rest might serve you better.

[He lifts his right arm slowly and watches it rather than Zexion, flexing the fingers experimentally.]

... Tempest is going to worry regardless.

[Follows Chrono's gaze, briefly evaluating the new limb before returning his attention to where it was.]

She'll worry less if she sees you.

Shall I let her know where you are?

[He drops the arm over his eyes, apparently tired of the effort of holding it up.]

No... that'll just make it worse for sure.

It would be a message sent via Natsume. In this, at least, I would refrain from delivering any messages personally.

[Hff...]

Just another hour, then I'll be fine.

Rest, then. Should you find yourself hungry when you're ready to depart, there's food on the coffee table outside.

Wait.

[He latches onto the side of the pool well enough to at least pull himself partially upright, newly-borne fingers curled against the stone.]

Chrono.

[The word is a gentle reprimand as Zexion torns back, reaching for Chrono's shoulder.]

Successful as this has been, please do not strain yourself so soon.

[No 8( He doesn't resist, (couldn't, if we're being honest) but he's not done, yet, either.]

This-- I don't understand.

I am reasonably sure the process is the same as it was in your own world. Unless you're experiencing any aberrant effects . . . ?

[Arm around Chrono's shoulders, he raises his other hand to Chrono's forehead.]

Your fever has gone down.

Wha-- [... shaking his head, weakly] No, that isn't-- It's fine, just slow.

That's not what I'm talking about.

You're still pushing yourself.

What is it?

Talking isn't pushing myself.

[He makes a weak gesture to the... everything around him.]

A legion chamber will be useless to just about everyone here. Why waste the time, and the resources? And if you were going to experiment with legion, why wouldn't you construct something out of it rather than creating a reservoir?

It's not useless to you. Or to the new replica, as much as his physiology is only partially in tune with yours.

[??? ........ ?????????]

And that's reason enough to do it?

Shouldn't it be? It's hardly as if you could be treated at the infirmary.

[........

NO I STILL CANNOT COMPUTE THIS

Please hold, re-dialing]

There shouldn't be any effect on mental clarity. Perhaps it's the extra salt?

I...

Really can't ever understand you.

I'm not someone particularly meant to be understood.

[Moves his arm back, lowering Chrono back into the pool.]

But if there were any advice I were to offer, it would simply be: you're not wrong. But you're over-thinking it as well.

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