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[So in the later part of the month, Luz has been through some rather troubling situations, ones that had her fighting friends/WITH friends in blood arenas, seeing dead bodies of people she had unresolved issues with, and of course, the lack of sleep. That is always a factor. It is, in fact, the primary factor for this video.

The video is out of focus for a moment, but you hear little shuffling, and subtle crashes for a minute before Luz finally appears, slowly, as if peering out into the world].

Heeheeheeheehee....

You guys thought it was still a work in progress. That I wouldn't have the time. (Literally no one said this)BUT! Against all odds and sleep being a thing for UTTER FOOLS I finally have it done! What, you may ask?(No one did) I'll tell you!

Ooh, wow, that is a pretty night outs-ah! Anyway! Yes! Back to this! Feast your eyes, mere mortals and assorted others!

[Luz was off camera, and shifted the view luz-sroom1

to give a look at the left side of her new room, having made full use of its woody-ness for lanterns and hanging lights. This is even more present in her actual Luzsroom2

bed space on the right side of the room, and all of this would not be complete without Luz's assorted artwork and many stuffed animals adorning the place. You can see Tempest, her omen, choosing to sleep at the foot of her bed, and Owlbert, perched peacefully on one of the bed posts. It's clear these two were Luz's moral support during her cleaning and sorting and they are now SO tired they will let their charge gremlin out as much as she wants.

All in all, it was a hodgepodge of all things Luz, from the witchy potions and ominous lighting to the outdoorsy aesthetic she'd immediately loved, topped with her touch of cuddliness and art that she'd framed and put up herself].

Ha! See! I finally have the room looking like a place for sleepovers. OMINIOUS sleepovers! Or not, they could be regular. But! Now its a space for a new world, with new things to think about and intriguing ideas about my personal growth I don't dare to delve into yet!

So you know. If you guys ever want to hang, just say the word! But I'm open to new ideas! What do you all think? Other than "she really needs sleep." THAT JOKE IS GETTING OLD PEOPLE!

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You know, I don't think I know too many stories with a goth uncle. Sounds interesting though!

Well yes. As far as I was made to believe, she's the reason we're all living in the world that we live in now, right? So if anyone's to blame for the squid form thing, it's her.

[She was still not sure about the other Pthumerians yet. There was still so much to learn about this world].

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"I was raised on them too, though they're definitely rough to watch, with all of the stuff you can see now."

Some were definitely less sensitive than they could have been back then.

"Is that right? So you can give to anyone? A Vileblood, right, like Luca?"

((1-5 she faints *1 critical faint* and 6-10 she's good, successful 10 she barely registers it))

All the more reason to write one of our own, as it were, to bring some originality to the table. [As The Eleventh Doctor told him "We're all stories in the end. Make yours a better one."]

[Almost thoughtfully, almost, almost.] That might make us all her children, in a sense, and arriving as a Squid is our means of birth.

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"Mmm. The animation can be crude at times, as well as some of the less than sensitive social elements." He might think the human race needs to evolve, but that has less to do with race and/or gender, and more to do with flaws in the overall design of the human body.

"Ahh, one of your roommates? I haven't met them yet, however..." He slows the crank a bit, letting the last drops run down. "Vileblood can receive from any other blood type, but they can donate only to other Vilebloods or to Paleblood. The toxicity of the plasma, the liquid part of the blood, can be too much for anyone else. But that plasma has its uses elsewhere: it's used in the making of some very effective incense, also they've used it in smoke grenades. I have an arrangement with a Hunter: they keep Beasts from my door, I give them my blood to use in grenades."

He'll gently remove the cannula and presses a gauze pad to the mark it leaves behind, then tapes it down with a bit of cloth tape. "Feeling better?"

Well of course! Everyone knows that the best content is original stuff, even though they say that every story's already been told!

[Luz wasn't sure if she actually believed that, of course. She'd seen some pretty original stuff come out of all of this].

Oh, I just assumed we all are, at this point. Technically we are all reborn as squids, so that would track.

_

"Still, there's something to be said for the classics! They have their own appeal. I watch a lot of old movies with my mom back home, and even they have their own charm!"

Luz was naive, but only where she chose to be, at this point.

"Yup, he's technically new to Trench, not even a former Deerington kid like us! Keep an eye out, I'm sure you'll see him eventually! Oh. Man. I did not know that. Glad to have that knowledge under my belt. If Luca ever needs a transfusion, I'll be sure to look you up. Gonna have to make sure that we stayed stocked on incense though. I don't want anything creeping up on us if I can help it."

Once he was done and pressing the gauze pad after, Luz looked up at him and smiled.

"Yup! Much better! It's a little like giving blood, honestly!"

He sets about packing the used tubing into several isinglass bags edged in red and bearing the biohazard symbol before stowing them. "I'll have to keep an eye and ear out for Luca. We'll say that Vilebloods need to stick together. There's a few too many people in town who act needlessly skittish at best around us.

"One small request: you wouldn't happen to have any fruit juice at hand? My blood sugar sometimes gets a little weird after a donation."

"Yeah, I noticed that. It's pretty dumb, but honestly, from what I hear about Deerington before I got here, being a Sleeper wasn't something they exactly welcomed with open arms. But I'm not a Vileblood either, so maybe it's worse for you guys. I'm sorry it's like that. Prejudices can be so dumb."

She wouldn't mind one extra person watching Luca's back, of course.

"Of course! Lemonade or applejuice? It's the juices that we have so far."

"Oh, don't I remember that. I arrived in Deerington in September, when the clerks in the stores were oddly helpful, but the customers snootily whispered behind my back about the 'scary looking beatnik', or even tried asking the manager to send me outside when they didn't accost me outright," he says, his tone suggesting he's rolling his eyes.

"Whatever you come to first: In a case like this, I'm far from particular."

Luz clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Rude. But then, I was told that the regular citizens that weren't Sleepers in Deerington were pretty bad. The whole town seemed to be something right out of the fifties anyway, so I can't imagine that either of us would have fit in super well."

Luz knew that "tomboy" would probably be one of the nicer things they'd say, even in a derisive tone.

"Oh, good! Pretty sure we only have apple juice right now anyway, but it's kinda cider-y, so it'll have a really good flavor to it!"

"I was born at the tail end of that era, so the culture and atmosphere were vaguely familiar, though I never felt at home in it. I'm probably far too forward-thinking for the people at home in that time." Also Spencer's reprogramming got in pretty deep. "However... once I discovered they were figments of our host's imagination, I took them far less seriously. That didn't stop me from messing with them a bit. I may have boosted a car from one of them after too many rude comments behind my back," he concludes with a smirk.

It could have been worse. He could have bagged some Townspeople as test subjects. Vira-Lorr would likely have ended him if he had.

"Cidery apple juice would be ideal: more sugars and nutrients that way," he says, packing up the rest of his gear.

"Wow, that's so bad!"

Luz knew that she hadn't even seen the worse of them anyway. She still remembered the description of the Bettys and that was enough to make Luz not so geared toward wanting to spend too much time around Deerington natives.

"Cider, coming right up!" Luz said, looking for a glass. "What are you getting into these days? Like, right now?"

"The grand theft auto or the gossip? Admittedly, my sense of justice is dark and direct," he admits.

"When I'm not busy at the Lumenarium, training as a Blood Minister, I'm assisting a Hunter, a rather strange sort: they dress like a medieval plague doctor - the sorts in the long leather robes with those beaked masks that make them look like raven-headed humanoids," he relates, seating himself. "I've never seen their face, but I've assisted them when they needed to be patched up after tangling with an especially fierce Beast. In return, they've brought me specimens from some of their Hunts. If you ever hear something running about on the roof, and see something in a beaked mask with a feathered cloak, fear not: Locrian the Hunter is keeping watch over the night."

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