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[huaaaaagh]

Who: Paisley crew & visitors
Broadcast: Only when specified
Action: Paisley!
When: Whenever!

It's been a while, so ship mingle for the Paisley!

Residents of the Paisley can potentially be affected by the glitches described here.

Comments

[livesfastdiesung]

[Crash. And in the moment Freyja is stunned by even running into something—someone to begin with, she bounces backwards and falls with a loud yelp.]

Ehhhh!?

[huaaaaagh]

[Aaaand down they go. Kirito barely has enough energy to let loose a surprised gasp, falling backwards like a limp noodle.

Now he's on the floor. Okay, he lives here now.]

Uh, ow...

[livesfastdiesung]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to do that!!

[She just didn't think to watch where she was going, is all. Not that it makes it better. She scrambles up and then offers a hand to him to try to help him up.]

[huaaaaagh]

It's fine, it's... hah...?

[He squints tiredly at her hand for a moment before it clicks- oh, he's supposed to be getting up. With some reluctance he reaches out to take her hand, accepting the help. Once on his feet he sways, rubbing at an eye.]

Oh, hey Frey.

[livesfastdiesung]

[She squints at him, taking in how tired he seems.]

Did you get enough sleep last night? Do we gotta shove you back in bed or something?

[huaaaaagh]

Mm... I've been sleeping all day, actually. And most of the night. I just wanted some breakfast.

[It's like 5PM, but okay, breakfast.]

[livesfastdiesung]

Are you sure you're feeling okay? It's almost dinnertime. Not breakfast. 'Cause if you're sick you should probably stay in bed anyway!

[huaaaaagh]

I don't feel sick. Just lethargic, I guess. And I'd have stayed in bed but I didn't wanna ask anyone to make me dinner or something.

[It's kind of presumptuous, isn't it? He's probably just lazy...]

[livesfastdiesung]

I could've made you somethin' no problem. I'm an expert at gel food! [no she's not] But you gotta be tired for some reason even if it's not you being all sick and stuff.

[huaaaaagh]

Mmm... at this point, I don't much care about the why. If I'm sick I can sleep it off like usual... and if it doesn't go away, I'll bug Stefan into giving me something. He's probably itching for something to do.

[When no one's sick or injured, there's not much for the lab personnel to do, or so he assumes.]

[livesfastdiesung]

—That's right!! I bet he could figure out what's wrong, let's go, I'll make sure you get there!

[And completely ignoring the 'if it doesn't go away' part.]

[huaaaaagh]

[w-wait, what]

But I was going to the kitchen...

[don't make him go to the doctor, mom!!]