[twenty six] Check in. I mean it.

[goodgrasshopper]

How's everyone doing after that flood?  Okay?  Not okay?  Check in please?

[private to Marco]
How did you fare?  Did you regress back to childhood, or were you yourself?  Anything we need to talk about?

[private to Cissie]
You were killed?  Suzanne Cecila King-Jones, you'd better tell me you're okay.

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[SPAM]

[goodgrasshopper]

You're welcome. Lie down. [She sits on the edge of the bed.] What happened?

[SPAM]

[cisskabob]

[Yeah, Cissie's not going to argue with that. She flops back against the pillows and slides over to leave room for Molly.]

I couldn't sleep, so I went to the gym. Aleera either followed me or was already in there, but--the flood got to her too. She was too fast.

[SPAM]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Vampires again, hnnnn.] I bet. So... Exsanguination fun, huh? How are you feeling?

[SPAM]

[cisskabob]

Like I've got the worst case of anemia ever? [Look, she's trying to joke!] I'm okay, just really tired and kind of sore. But--my arm's healed, see?

[SPAM]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Fake long-suffering sigh.] Cissie, you know you shouldn't seek out the deathtoll as a way to fix a broken arm.

[SPAM]

[cisskabob]

[That makes her laugh.] Darn. I knew I was forgetting something.