No answer.
"Oh, hey," says one of the monks, in an outrageously west coast accent. "Don't worry about them, dude, they're perfectly safe."
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Mors.
Something familiar in the blackness... something... you can cling onto... accept as real... a man's voice... and a woman's... raised... heated...
"Hoew the HELL did you do that?" bawls the man.
"ME?! How the hell did YOU do that?"
Ariadne?
You gasp, strongly, as the Real invades itself upon your senses.
"Easy, there, easy!" says Sequel, holding you tight as he disengages your hook-up.
"I didn't do anything!"
"Well, *I* didn't do anything!!!"
"What?"
"WHAT?"
"WHAT??!"
...
"Mors is awake..." says Ariadne. She scuttles over to your chair.
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(Leaving it there for tonight...)
Anyone not on the Philosophy path has come to aboard their ships in the Real.
Finn ("Alright there, sonny, it's ok..."😉 is dealing with rather more stress because he is having to revive people solo, whilst Ariadne and Sequel are doing it together on the Shez.
Well, they would be if Dallas and Ariadne were not noisily arguing. Still, whilst at this point Dallas is trying to continue the 'weird shit' argument, Ariadne is checking out each of the crew as they wake up to see if they are ok. Those of you that were mroe injured in the preceeding fight, she is tending to as well; she has a delicate touch with bandages.
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"they/have/re/turned/to/your/ships"
"Do you have some bandages.... I would prefer.... not to bleed to death. You..... aren`t from the.... Monastery?"- Melkor asks one of the monks, while trying to bandage wounds with his clothing.
Are their clothes similar to those Monks in Monastery were wearing? They could be Renegades or something....