[ You disappeared and reappeared on the same days as two other friends who happened to die did, so... he reads you, bro. Unless you witnessed their deaths and holed yourself up in your eternal grief... ]
... Hm? Your mask? No, I haven't. Do you need help finding it?
[ If this is the worst of Gerome's problems, then he must not be too bad off. ]
[ Kjelle could stop him with a few choice words, but then she's got that Kjelle Factor. Wear armor twice your size maybe, Gerome. ]
Well, if you don't want me over, I won't go over. Are you sure you don't need water or food? I've got some healing salve, too! Great for soothing your hurts.
[ ... Well, that'll have to be good enough for now. ]
Consider it windowed. Feel better, Gerome!
[ He hangs up without warning and makes the trek to Gerome's window. Except he doesn't know which window is Gerome's in particular... so he might have to peek into each room until he can find some sign of his bedridden comrade. ]
[ He's just lying face-down on his bed, groaning in pain. You can tell that it's him from the spikiness of his hair and general mysterious demeanor. Please do not mistake him for the other spiky haired guy in their room, that person is not that mysterious. ]</small.
[ Yeah, fuck that other guy. And geez, Gerome looks like a mysterious plank of misery right now...
Morgan taps on the window and sits a little jar on the windowsill. It looks a lot like mayonnaise or something, but do not eat it; it is healing salve and (probably) not very tasty. ]
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voice, day after restoration trial;
voice; days after that restoration trial
voice;
[ your personal man nurse for the day ]
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Have you seen my mask? [ High grade quality, shiny, sturdy and answers to the name "Maskykins". ]
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... Hm? Your mask? No, I haven't. Do you need help finding it?
[ If this is the worst of Gerome's problems, then he must not be too bad off. ]
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No. And don't try to find me.
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You should be in bed! Don't tell me you're dragging yourself around on your injuries looking for a silly old mask.
[ Presumed injuries... ]
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You jest. I can't even leave my room.
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[ He could swear he's seen Gerome heading for house 9... ]
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[ You hear that? This is not a drill. This is not reverse-psychology. ]
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[ Kjelle could stop him with a few choice words, but then she's got that Kjelle Factor. Wear armor twice your size maybe, Gerome. ]
Well, if you don't want me over, I won't go over. Are you sure you don't need water or food? I've got some healing salve, too! Great for soothing your hurts.
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Consider it windowed. Feel better, Gerome!
[ He hangs up without warning and makes the trek to Gerome's window. Except he doesn't know which window is Gerome's in particular... so he might have to peek into each room until he can find some sign of his bedridden comrade. ]
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Morgan taps on the window and sits a little jar on the windowsill. It looks a lot like mayonnaise or something, but do not eat it; it is healing salve and (probably) not very tasty. ]