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Iskaulit mingle

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: Feb. Drift Week (and beyond?)

[The fleet, more or less patched up after their battle, has once again left civilization behind for empty space. Maybe it's a good time to distract yourself and get away from the endless repairs and nothingness, though there might still be cleaning up that needs to be done here too.

Whether you're grabbing a broom or grabbing a drink, this is a fleetwide mingle for the Iskaulit.]

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We have medicines though. Do they not work?

I have taken your modern pain medicine before, but it made me ill. [her nose wrinkles] I have never tried modern medicine for sleep.

I am usually fine for a day or two without it.

[she says, as if it isn't a bad thing]

That's . . . not really a good sign.

It isn't?

Usually anything that lasts longer than a day is not exactly healthy.

It is not as though I can really help it . . . I nap during the day?

What I mean is we should look into other alternatives.

My usual alternative is unavailable at the moment.

Which is?

[ . . . her lips twitch]

Ampere.

. . . Ah.

[she shrugs]

So I am a bit limited.

A little.

[ But he can understand that. ]

You could come by the Heron more often. When you can't sleep.

[she knows what he's offering, and the surprised look on her face says as much.

. . . still]

My, are you inviting me into your bed, Charles?

[ He shrugs. ]

I had a hard time sleeping. A couple of months ago. I had almost been possessed and what was safe . . . no longer felt safe anymore.

. . . you did mention that.

[she sighs quietly, resting her chin on her hand] I may take you up on that offer.

Please do.

I will bring my own blanket so that I do not steal yours.

That would be helpful.

[she shrugs, ordering another drink as someone wanders by]

I get cold easily.

That's fine. Bring whatever you need.

Mm, well. I will bring you more of that tea as thanks.

[she reaches across to claim his hand again, squeezing] . . . but thank you. For listening.

You're welcome.

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