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[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
Wildcards welcome, bespoke starters available upon request.))

Comments

[katabasis]

Which is for the best, given that his expectations appear likely to be fulfilled. Flint doesn't slow and he certainly doesn't pivot toward the healer hurrying along beside him. Instead, he secures the ledger under his arm slightly higher. There is no break in his stride.

"All right."

What a promising welcome.

[venenifer]

Slowing to a stop, Gideon waits until the Commander is several paces away when he adds, raising his voice slightly,

"I thought I might harvest some healthy organs for the black market, while I'm here."

[katabasis]

In answer, volume pitched in deference to the (still widening) distance:

"I believe a full compliment of empty jars may be found in the Research division workshops if you have failed to bring your own."

[venenifer]