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[slightlytaller]

A quick question.

I see we're dealing with some sort of unending night scenario. The pirates and the squid thing are easy enough, but I've got to know:

Is this a Vampire kind of darkness or a Werewolf kind of darkness? I can figure the rest out accordingly if someone has an answer.

Also the convenience stores here suck. The tea is weak, I can't find a decent sandwich, and all of the rival shops are out of a proper cleaner to get the salt stains off my glasses.

Anyone feel like sharing any tips?

- V

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[pawper]

[There was once a time when she would have wasted time (...ha) arguing that he didn't have to do that, and shouldn't bother, because she didn't need anything in return. But she's a little older now, a little wiser, and a little better at picking her battles.]

gotcha!
see you in a bit

[He may have said not to rush, but that was just a suggestion, one she immediately decides to ignore; neither leisure nor laziness had a place in bringing food to hungry people. So after roughly half an hour—and one near-miss on the water-slick stairs—she's knocking on the basement apartment door with a pic-a-nic basket in hand.]

[slightlytaller]

[Oh my god.

He's not actually ready for guests-- and it shows. Waver velvet answered the door blearily, his hair disheveled and his shirt wrinkled from having spent the morning languishing on the sofa from his bad decisions stomach-ache. But, he did have a kettle on the stove and a pair of cups sitting on the table.]

Oh.

[He said, looking at her in bewilderment.]

You're early. Uh... come on in I guess.