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[thereneverwas]

[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

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[thereneverwas]

[Incredulously,]

I have joint problems!

[He motions to himself.]

...though for what it's worth, I think I'm one of the oldest people here.

[okayimin]

[ Another prim huff, this one a dismissal. ]

Figured that was a lyrium side effect, you being a templar and all.

[ And she does consider this a moment. ]

It doesn't make a bit of sense, of course, but most things surfacers do don't make sense, so I suppose it all fits at least. Now this is just going to bother me.

[thereneverwas]

[A touch testily,]

It's from being strapped to a fucking rack for the better part of a week, glad you remembered.

[He's not that mad-- it's just a sore spot, much like his knees. And wrists. And elbows...]

I s'pose you've got a lot to think about now.

[okayimin]

Of course, I remember that. You got field aid on the spot, but couldn't get proper healing til you got back to Riftwatch, then we had the Abomination and you haired off from bed rest.

[ She waves off the prospect of thinking. ]

That won't do much good, since I obviously can't tell top nor bottom from you lot. I'll just have to ask.

[thereneverwas]

What a struggle.

[He's somewhat less sympathetic than he was, having somehow been shamed himself while, however vaguely, trying to shame her.
It always ends up this way, somehow.]

Well. Hopefully you won't have to deal with more possessed unmentionables, at least.