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event: halloween

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[This morning, with things only getting more and more out of control, Nephry decided it was past time she looked in on a few people.

And by a few, we mean just about anyone she knows well enough to care about. Even if she had just talked to them the day before. Her own experience of the experiment and holiday seemed restricted to a few sinister shadows and some creaks in the night; she might as well put her relative calm to good use somewhere.

So today, for most of the day (until late afternoon), she's headed around the village doing just that.]

[[ooc: So essentially if a character has enough CR with Nephry that she knows his or her name, she is looking to check up on them. That definitely includes not just new Luceti friends but housemates and castmates, too. ~~This was so supposed to be this morning and I fail.~~]]

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[No, he doesn't. In fact, he's holding her hand rather tightly, like it's the only thing keeping his grounded in the real world right now.] ...I'm sorry, Nephry. You're always taking care of me, aren't you? Even when we were children.

[He doesn't smile at her, just at the opposite wall. And his smile is sad and wistful. He hates digging up the past. Hates it.]

Don't apologize. [smile, even if he's not looking. Maybe he can hear it in her voice.] ...Sometimes this seems like the most I can do for anyone, though it's so little in comparison.

Besides. We're friends. I think that overwrites keeping score. [poor Dist. His grip on her hand is so tight. She'll hold his hand in both of hers.]

[Oh, Nephry. The littlest bits of compassion to some could meant the very world to others. It's always the little things that matter most. Dist's smile widens a little at the corners and his grip lessens a little bit. Her presence is both reassuring and relaxing, and he appreciates it more than he cares to tell at the moment.]

I need nothing more than what you have to offer, Nephry. I only wish I could repay you for...everything, really. [Slowly, his fingers close on her hands.]

There's nothing to repay.

Perhaps you think so. [But he doesn't. And he'll make it up to you...somehow. Gift ideas aren't his forte. Making them is another story.]

Perhaps you ought to think so too.

I was going to make breakfast. Would you like anything?

[Dist makes a faint sort of humming noise to her first sentence, his only response to that subject. You can try to persuade him, Nephry, but you're talking to a brick wall.]

No, I think-- [A pause, as he looks up at the ceiling.] Jut an apple, if you could, please.

All right. I'll be back with it soon.

[When Nephry returns, it'll be to find Dist pressing his palm to his temple. These visions were getting ridiculous. Not even closing his eyes helped anymore. He could still hear crazed laughter and screaming.

Though thankfully, he's not so much in a panic anymore as just growing tired from it, and with a sizable headache.]

[along with the apple, she brings him some breakfast tea. But that hand to his head is concerning.]

Saphir?

[Does Luceti have Advil? Because by god does he need a few. Dist holds up his free hand and exhales.]

Just a headache; I'll be all right. Thank you, Nephry. [For the light breakfast.]

[she puts his food on his night table, then, and rests a hand on his arm while she talks]

Please call me with your journal if you need anything else, all right?

[He nods firmly, reassuringly.]

I will.

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