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[Filtered to Ivan Vorpatril, 65% unhackable because it's early and he's sick.]
Ivan,
Would you please look in on the horse for me? The Imperial Ass seems to be having trouble getting out of bed today, as the Imperial Sniffles have turned into the Imperial Plague. We apologize for Our impending death and your impending resulting frustrations.
Regretfully,
Gregor
P.S. If this letter caused you alarm, please give yourself a refresher course in detecting the Imperial Sarcasm.
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[Gregor is sick as a dog. Apartments adjacent to his have probably heard violent, deep, chesty coughing for about two weeks now. Ordinarily, he'd have on-site approved physicians checking him out and prescribing whatever antibiotic was necessary, but here, he has to actually go seek out help. So. To the Battle Dome clinic he goes, looking specifically to see Adele LeBlanc when she's in. He will wait for her, if necessary.
Afterwards, he's going to the library, then the bakery for coffee and something sweet. Anyone stopping in can see him sitting inside, devouring a psychology textbook and sipping coffee, the cream cakes reduced to crumbs. They are the only thing he has eaten all day. He is not looking great, occasionally falling into bad coughing fits, for which he ducks outside, but recovering fairly quickly. When he heads home, he goes straight to bed despite his plans to work out. And the fact that it's the middle of the day.]
[Filtered to Phoenix Ikki 79%]
PI--
I suppose we're supposed to be pen pals, whatever that entails. I hope you're adjusting to the village well.
--GB
Ivan,
Would you please look in on the horse for me? The Imperial Ass seems to be having trouble getting out of bed today, as the Imperial Sniffles have turned into the Imperial Plague. We apologize for Our impending death and your impending resulting frustrations.
Regretfully,
Gregor
P.S. If this letter caused you alarm, please give yourself a refresher course in detecting the Imperial Sarcasm.
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[Gregor is sick as a dog. Apartments adjacent to his have probably heard violent, deep, chesty coughing for about two weeks now. Ordinarily, he'd have on-site approved physicians checking him out and prescribing whatever antibiotic was necessary, but here, he has to actually go seek out help. So. To the Battle Dome clinic he goes, looking specifically to see Adele LeBlanc when she's in. He will wait for her, if necessary.
Afterwards, he's going to the library, then the bakery for coffee and something sweet. Anyone stopping in can see him sitting inside, devouring a psychology textbook and sipping coffee, the cream cakes reduced to crumbs. They are the only thing he has eaten all day. He is not looking great, occasionally falling into bad coughing fits, for which he ducks outside, but recovering fairly quickly. When he heads home, he goes straight to bed despite his plans to work out. And the fact that it's the middle of the day.]
[Filtered to Phoenix Ikki 79%]
PI--
I suppose we're supposed to be pen pals, whatever that entails. I hope you're adjusting to the village well.
--GB
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Date: 2012-08-18 07:56 pm (UTC)From:[And in roughly that amount of time Ivan has found a teacup and brandy, boiled water, and headed over to Gregor's apartment with the result in the cup.]
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Date: 2012-08-19 02:27 am (UTC)From:No, he's on the couch, reading a psychology textbook. If Ivan has caught him reading at all, he's probably caught him reading about psychology. If Ivan knocks, he'll call him in. Either way, he doesn't look up when Ivan enters.]
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Date: 2012-08-19 01:58 pm (UTC)From:Wouldn't think you'd want to give yourself a headache right now.
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Date: 2012-08-19 08:58 pm (UTC)From:[Ivan offers out the teacup, handle towards Gregor.]
Hello.
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Date: 2012-08-20 11:11 am (UTC)From:People keep telling me terrifying things about this place. But it's been alright so far.
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Date: 2012-08-20 12:49 pm (UTC)From:[He glances up at Ivan, seeing him sidle away.]
It's not contagious.
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Date: 2012-08-21 11:15 am (UTC)From:Oh, it's not? Well then...how did you get it?
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Date: 2012-08-23 02:10 am (UTC)From:[For Ivan's sake as much as his own, really.]
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Date: 2012-08-24 10:45 pm (UTC)From:[Ivan sounds tentatively hopeful about the idea, mostly because he is.]
And do they have that sort of thing here?
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