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[experiencepoints]

Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Video to all
Action: On the Bishop
When: Now!

[When the video starts, Nightingale is just facing the camera, sitting in her room. Her fox is circling her, like it's demanding attention, but she's just ignoring it. Notably, the fox is also wearing a little purple party hat.]

So... As of yesterday, I've been here for a year.

[She pauses for a minute.]

A year by my world's calendar, not Earth's. Earth's calendar is stupid.

Anyway, when you factor in the time I spent at my last interdimensional shithole, it's been about a year and a half since I've been home. I know there's a lot of people here who have been gone a lot longer than I have, but... The homesickness just doesn't get much easier, does it? I'm even starting to miss the shitty fast food place right near my place.

Shit, I'm even starting to miss the last interdimensional shithole. At least there we had a purpose, even if the place sucked. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that we're not having half the people here getting killed once a week, but... There's no goal here. We just try to get nebulous 'ratings' to win at a completely unknown 'end'. We're being fucked with constantly, and...

[She has to take a moment before she continues, taking a deep breath. Then she lifts the camera, turning it around, to show a large crate on the ground, opened. There are: A large pile of party hats and poppers, several rubber snakes and small stuffed birds, and below that, quite a large number of what look to be glass bottles. (Of course, every single thing is purple.)]

That got a lot more depressing than I meant it to. Anyway, since I've been here for a year, I got this from the 'sponsors'? The drinks taste like shit, but they're strong, so... If you want to get nostalgic and talk about your homes or whatever and try to be less homesick, or if you just want to get smashed, I guess, party on the Bishop. Everyone's invited, and people from that shitty castle have drinks reserved already.

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[grandstanding]

[Erik doesn't send a message in advance, he just turns up. He folds his arms, the left one in a cast, and considers the box of toy snakes and birds.]

It's a very thematic drop, isn't it.

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[experiencepoints]

Yeah. I've mentioned my team a few times, so I guess the Atroma know the details by now.

[She's not even surprised that he shows up unannounced. Seems about right, for what she knows.]

What happened to your arm? Are you okay?

[grandstanding]

It was fractured. Someone suffered an augment glitch and attacked me.

[at least the bruising around his face has gone. there's a gash still healing on his forehead, but in the scheme of things... he shrugs.]

It's terrible to say, but I'd nearly forgotten how long it normally takes to heal.

[experiencepoints]

Oh... Do you need healing? I can't get it all, probably, but I can at least help some.

["normally" healing sounds like something losers who don't have healing magic should do]

[grandstanding]

No... it's fine. It's already been a couple of weeks. It shouldn't be a problem for much longer.

[experiencepoints]

Are you sure? It's not like I'm using my MP.

[grandstanding]

What's an MP?

[experiencepoints]

It's... The energy I use t cast magic?

[grandstanding]

Well... [Getting the cast off faster would be nice.] If you're sure.

[experiencepoints]

I am.

[She pulls out her staff, and Erik is covered temporarily in green sparkles of healing. They vanish, and she repeats this a few times.]

[grandstanding]

[He wouldn't say he's comfortable with magical healing, but it's a damn sight better than having a doctor tend to him. He stands still throughout it all, blinking through the sparkles. Examining his arm when Nightingale is finished, he considers how it feels.]

Thank you. I might be able to take this off in a few days, now.

[experiencepoints]

No problem. I'm sorry I can't do more, I'm just... really shit at healing.

[grandstanding]

You're better than I am.

[He would comment more, but he's distracted by the ponies. Which he had noted before, only he's just started listening to them...]

[experiencepoints]

Yeah, but...

[... oh, god, the ponies are doing things now.]

... It would be incredibly rude to run away, wouldn't it....

[grandstanding]

I wouldn't blame you.

[experiencepoints]

I would.

[grandstanding]

Do things the way you want to, not the way that... two talking horses want. [How is this a sentence that has to leave his mouth? He shakes his head at the absurdity of it.] So, drinks?