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[blackmagus]

So what are the odds for a relatively peaceful trip out to a kitchen? Mum and dad were physicists, but I never really picked up the knack for numbers.

[Fortescue has been holed up carefully for most of this chaos. She doesn't really want to have to fight someone, mostly because her magic isn't good for subduing. Not for any length of time, at least. It's best for permanently ending a conflict, and she'd rather not do that. Ever again — but she knows that things in her life don't really work out in her favor, generally.

She's stayed in her room as long as she can. Her hunger's gnawing a hole right through her, now.]

Anyone know what the status is?

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[alldamned]

Status is still 'crazy,' I'd say.
Kitchen might not be completely safe, but if you're looking for friendly company, I'm almost as good a bodyguard as I am a cook.

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[songofhappiness]

Peaceful trip to the kitchen is probably not a thing that can happen right now. Status is still 'everyone's gone insane. again'.

[ Guess who's also been keeping herself in her room? This vampire. Better to be safe than to be a killer. ]

[blackmagus]

It's not the danger I'm worried about so much as having to hurt anybody here. I wouldn't mind the company, though.
You didn't get affected, did you? A girl worries about those long silences.

[Your charming presence has been missed.]

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[blackmagus]

[Great minds truly do think alike.]

Seems to happen quite a lot in this place. I think I preferred the voices.
Are you all right?

[brainsqueeze]

If you made that peaceful trip would you risk going any further?

( Jail is lonely but she's also not risk getting out )

[blackmagus]

Quite possibly. What's up?

[Maria, Maria, Maria.]

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[songburdened]

Mis s Forte

[ Nope. Voice. ]

Oh, that took too long. Miss Fortescue! I need to get to the kitchens, too... would you like to go together?

[alldamned]

In that case, probably worth mentioning I'm pretty tough to scratch.
No, nothing wrong upstairs, but I might have gotten a little lost. Not even sure how much time has passed.
Didn't mean to worry anyone. How long's it been?

[majestyofthethrone]

Bad. Mathematically speaking.

[blackmagus]

Is there any sort of estimation for how many were affected?

[Or is it just a lot — that's the inkling Fortescue's gotten.]

voice;

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue chuckles softly, but she does so before she opens up her end of the channel.]

Practice makes perfect. What level are you on, darling?

[If she's looking after someone else, maybe that will make the whole thing easier on her conscience.]

[majestyofthethrone]

Based on an estimation:

~130-140 residents on board, roughly, and based on rough measures of how many have been effected by events, excepting illnesses where the effect rate approached 100%, probably 60 or so. Maybe a little less.

[blackmagus]

Good grief. The odds certainly don't seem to be in my favor.

[But a girl's gotta eat.]

Any chance this will die down soon, like the paintings did, you think?

[majestyofthethrone]

I think so. Probably in the next couple of days. I hope.

[blackmagus]

A few weeks, I think. In that case, it's good to have you back.
Hopefully it didn't feel that long.
A bodyguard cook who doesn't scratch easily — do I need to pay for that sort of service?

[She's just teasing. Probably. Maybe.]

[blackmagus]

I hope you're right. Being in my room beats running into someone unintentionally violent, but it's not very interesting. Even with a cat for company.

[brainsqueeze]

Coffee couldn't hurt.

( Except lbr everything could in this situation but help staying awake + sweet sweet coffee? Please Fortescue )

[majestyofthethrone]

Do you like music?

[blackmagus]

I'm sure I can rustle up something.

[Hopefully she won't spill it, dealing with someone, but she has at least one person willing to go with her to a kitchen, so that's a vote in its favor.]

Where are you?

[blackmagus]

I'm not a fanatic, but having something on in the background can be quite nice.

[majestyofthethrone]

I could hook up my device to audio while I play the piano.

voice;

[songburdened]

In my room, floor zero-three-six. You don't have to come get me, I can find you!

[ Probably. The ship is still particularly confusing for a girl who'd spent her whole life in only a few rooms. ]

[blackmagus]

That's an awful lot of trouble to go to for a stranger.

Wait, we have a piano on board?

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[blackmagus]

Normally I'd agree, but with the way things are -- perhaps we should meet somewhere in the middle, and go from there?

[She'll worry, Liz.]

[alldamned]

To be honest, whole thing's kinda hazy.
Definitely didn't feel like weeks, but my sense of time ain't the greatest these days.

Nah. Consider it good will.

[He's got a lot to atone for, anyway. Maybe if he dresses it up as a good deed, it'll help.]