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Who: Messenger and ANYONE
When: Day 37, Afternoon to evening
Where: The 3rd floor common area
What: DERE VANDALISM

[Maybe you've been sitting and watching him. Maybe you might have ignored him for the epic view outside. Maybe you are just coming in as he finishes up...

But in the common room, someone seems to have spent most of his day painting a large portion of one of the walls and some of the floor into an enormous rectangle. It's not quite white... greys, blues, yellows and pinks mingle here and there as he seems to have struggled with what supplies he had left. But as it's drying now, he leaves out several cans of paint in vibrant colors and starts backing up to regard his handy work.

In large pink hand writing, he's written WE ARE HERE... with some glyphs underneath, an invitation to paint here... and a little bit of advice about hunting.

The rest of it, seems entirely blank.

Ptou brushes his sleeves and looks entirely too proud of himself.]

I think... that should do it.

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Over what?

Being myself.

... Really?

[the words are recalled perfectly, but the delivery is flat.]

"Boy, you are starting to drive me crazy! And that is a FEAT!"

[He's quiet, considering a while, no context, not really enough to go on the circumstances... a tenancy towards worry and over reaction... but at the same time...]

We always welcome people, should you need a place to get away for a few days. You might find it a little ... chaotic, but homey all the same.

[startled at that]

I could not - they would -

[but he hesitates, frowning deeply.]

... it has been few days since we have really spoken.

Try that first, perhaps. The option is open for any time, not permanently of course, unless you are just that deeply in love with my artistic skill. [He sits down on the floor, a stylized patch of grass painted beneath him] but long enough to feel homesick for you and yours.

[... sits as well, his back to the wall]

There hardly seems to be any purpose.

To which part?

To trying at all. With any of this.

Stay then, for a couple of days.

... There's no one here, honestly, who's not struggling to find a reason to keep going or more simply find their place.

[looks up, surprised]

But they seem to have a much better grip on it than I do.

Perhaps if you look at it simply for the cheer and mischief, the cooking and teasing, what is said and what is not, you might think of that.

It's not just the quiet moments that show it, but in the teasing, in the joy and in the activities, in the paint and the dinners gathered together. There is nothing left of their worlds, nothing to return to.

There's no hope of going back, and all that was precious to them is out of reach...

... So we seek an anchor in each other.

[steadily looking more depressed as Ptou describes those things.]

Ah. I see.

You think it unattainable, or things you couldn't see yourself doing?

More the the latter. Things that I never considered doing before now, and that I am thus rather terrible at.

Oh yes. I imagine you'll be downright awful at it.

But, really, I doubt any will mind.

If they are not already frustrated to tears by dealing with me.

Do you know many, my dear aloof owl, who has not been cross to the point of wishing to shake and shout at me, including yourself. Far, far much less just frustrated tears.

I think you have room for recovery.

...

You are exceptionally irritating...

Exceptionally might be a bit far.

You can confess it's jealousy of my good looks, if you really want. I'll accept it.

[grump grump]

How many people are you sleeping with this time?

Brace yourself my dear, I'm not sure you're actually prepared for this number.

None at all.

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