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smash_logs2014-12-01 11:52 am
heartofarapier) wrote in smash_logs2014-12-01 11:52 am
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Don't eat the food; don't drink the tea.
Who: Eirika and You, [Open]
When: Dec. 01 - Late Afternoon / Early Evening
What: The academy's custodian is down for the count. Eirika's gone to FDC to get him something—anything—that will help.
Where: Anywhere between the faculty quarters and into various places in FDC. YOU GET TO PICK THE PLACE. If it exists, Eirika has probably been there.
Warnings: Nope. This is CHILD-SAFE zone.
I can't believe what I made him made him sick. I was so certain I was improving my skill.
Not that it made any difference in the present. What happened certainly happened and questioning the how or the why was something she could think about when he was feeling better. And she wanted to assume anything exchanged between them was a consequence of some type of delirium. It didn't prevent her from excessively contemplating all that had been laid out. She'd have to investigate further when he felt better, she supposed, even if she didn't necessarily want to.
First thing was first, though. And that meant with all of the haste she could muster, getting to FDC's main department store. And not getting distracted by things along the way.
When: Dec. 01 - Late Afternoon / Early Evening
What: The academy's custodian is down for the count. Eirika's gone to FDC to get him something—anything—that will help.
Where: Anywhere between the faculty quarters and into various places in FDC. YOU GET TO PICK THE PLACE. If it exists, Eirika has probably been there.
Warnings: Nope. This is CHILD-SAFE zone.
I can't believe what I made him made him sick. I was so certain I was improving my skill.
Not that it made any difference in the present. What happened certainly happened and questioning the how or the why was something she could think about when he was feeling better. And she wanted to assume anything exchanged between them was a consequence of some type of delirium. It didn't prevent her from excessively contemplating all that had been laid out. She'd have to investigate further when he felt better, she supposed, even if she didn't necessarily want to.
First thing was first, though. And that meant with all of the haste she could muster, getting to FDC's main department store. And not getting distracted by things along the way.