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Who: Blaze and people
When: Day 21, afternoon
Where: Apartment O and the hall nearby
What: this looks unsafe...

[there are a lot of stray materials, wood and bits of plants spread out on the floor in the hall along with several frogs in a very crudely made cage of twigs. Blaze is just sitting and staring at the mess around him]

I don't think I want to find out how flammable those frogs are...

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[Wait what? What what what are you doing?]

[back as soon as he has Aoi settled]

... Are you still taking notes on those frogs?

Why, did something happen?

[busy designing more junglesteampunk scenery thx]

Yeah, I think they might be dangerous to touch.

[holds up his now very gross gloves]

I didn't feel it, but Crown did.

[She pulls out her book to make a few notes in pencil, then she takes a deep breath and pokes her finger into the cage. The way her eyes are pressed tight, it's clear she believes him. She's doing an experiment.]

Wait! I don't know the full effect of it yet!

How else are we gonna find out?

[I'm gonna pet a frog!]

Maybe after we see if Crown survives this. I honestly didn't even think something could be wrong before. I don't want to be responsible for two deaths.

Oh come on, it's just a frog. How bad could it be?

[palm to frog]

[fuck]

[floor'd]

[dammit, now I have to haul you in next to Crown]

[and I'm sure you two will get along about as well as you did before]

[and I will never get a couch at this rate]

[Blaze I hate you for the rest of eternity. Voice a little stained here]

What the fuck do you think you're doing!? Take her to her fucking apartment, dumbass!

No no I'll be fine...

[She reaches up to try to grab her necklace, but winds up hitting herself in the face.]

Uhh...put my hand on my necklace?

[putting Rebecca's hand on her necklace]

I don't know which one is hers. Besides, I want to keep an eye on both of you. I can't just leave her someplace that might be empty and hope she's okay.

[rolling his eyes here, and snorts]

Yeah, whatever, man.

[And.....suddenly Becca is fine. She sits up and bows her head, taking a moment to say a silent prayer, still holding her necklace. Then she pulls out her book and starts writing notes on what happened to her.]

[she's a witch! I mean--]

Are you okay?

[covering his face with a arm]

She's fucking okay, now if I gotta see or hear her fucking voice, on the other hand, you bet your ass I'm gonna throw the fuck up. So get her out of my fucking apartment.