=> PHERES: Abscond.

[refiningspacetime]

=> PHERES: Abscond.

=> FLEETBOUND POST. [refiningSpacetime - FIN]
=> MARDUK: Call your guide. [FIN]
=> RICCIN: Retrieve the damsel in distress. [FIN]
=> HINNOM: Lead him home. [FIN]
=> FLEETBOUND POST. [activatingAggro- FIN]
=> SIPARA: Fetch your dumb moirail. [FIN]
=> PHERES: Wake up. [FIN]
 

SUMMARY: Taking drinks from strangers is generally a bad idea. Pheres needs to be picked up from a party, but life is hard when your moirail is out of town and all of your friends are terrible. Luckily, there's always Fleetbound!

WARNINGS: None! Except for Pheres being thoroughly depressing in Lead him home.

THIS HAS BEEN FINALLY EDITED. For like the third time. Due to POV-switching shenanigans, you may occasionally encounter weird shifts / incorrect verb pluralisation at points that I missed in switching from 3rd person to 2nd person POV. Sorry! :c

For the most part, though, typoes should be fixed and continuity is now more accurate!

ALSO:  Follow the story through the links above to ensure you're reading the correct, edited threads, please and thank youu

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[refiningspacetime]

You are not especially keen on staying down here. You've already been here for.. what, six, seven hours, sleeping in the stale sopor dreamlessly, and you've already occidentally fondled enough artifacts of the dead to last you a lifetime.

But you can see the way Sipara's swaying on her feet, and even if your face is still stinging, you're not in a quadrant where the idea of her driving off the side of the road is appealing. She could use the rest.

So you answer for her. "That would be excellent," you say, beaming at Hinnom, and the grub grins back, clearly pleased. "I need to make some apologies.. and Sipara could use the sleep."

You loosen your grip on her hands, and start tugging her towards the stairwell, ducking your horns pre-emptively. You're not about to make that mistake again. "It'll do wonders for your temperment," you tell her, and you're not joking. If she's wound up enough to actually hit you, then that means she needs to sleep, stale sopor or not.

Oh. Wait. You have no issues making decisions for Sipara - she's always doing it for you, after all. But Marduk is another matter. You hesitate, peering back over your shoulder. "Ah.. unless - Marduk, do you need to get back somewhere? I can escort you, if you want."

[FIIIIIIIIN \o/]

[forgottensebayt]

It looks like everyone is getting ready to settle in for the night.

Sappho said she'd cover for you, didn't she? Although you don't believe this was the situation she was anticipating. (In fact - it strikes you she had entirely different beliefs about you and Sipara. Well. That's a thoroughly unappealing thought, and one you'll have to clear up as soon as you get hive.)

(It's the dry period, though, and your instructors always get tired this time of year, when the humidity is low and the sun is hot. All of your classes are scheduled late in the night, to give them the most time to sleep submerged, and it's early yet.)

"I'll stay," you decide. "I will go up when the two of you do. A larger group should make for a safer journey, should it not?"

"And besides..." You remove your husktop from your sylladex, and move to follow them up the stairs. "I have some apologies of my own to put forth."