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WHAT In person
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 6, morning

[Hey, what's your morning ritual? Dragging your feet into a coffee shop? Forced to be a cheerful barista at 4AM? Eating a leisurely avocado toast on a patio? Maybe going for a jog near the lake? Or are you still in bed on your goddamn cellphone?]

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[sitting on the ground outside the apartments in his pajamas, clutching a pillow, looking absolutely baffled and offended.]

What?!

[sitting by the lake throwing bread to ducks (are they ducks? ducklike creatures)

he's throwing a little too hard. take that, lake. take that, ducks. take that, bread]

[ at the edge of the forest a big ol' white bird thing is apparently just waking up, yawning and stretching.

that's a lotta teeth for a thing with a beak. ]

[checking out the market up at the farm]

[sitting down beside him]

Are you feeding them or assaulting them?

[sounds amused]

[well you don't see that everyday]

...you alright?

If it's somewhere in the middle, everyone wins. How's your health?

[that... is somewhat alarming.

maybe just. not moving, attempting to escape notice]

Yeah, I'm-- it kicked me out?!

Fine, fine. Seemed to get better as fast as it got worse.

What... the building did?

No coughing flowers?

[face-down at some coffeshop table with an untouched latte, sweatshirt hood pulled up over his head]

Uuuuggghh let me go back and hit snooze on the sun.

There was no one else there and it wasn't magic or anything. What the hell?!

[poking around the Chapel with all the manner of someone checking out a used car. peering in the windows, opening the doors, kicking the foundation.]

Nice building.

[ Jessica is on her way to the farm, waving to everyone she meets ]

Hello! Good morning!

[ glances at him at the movement, immediately

... and just lowers his head to the ground, eyes wide and a little anxious. ]

[looking a little pale today, and kind of like he was gently punched in the eyes a few times, but brightens up and runs over to him as soon as he sees him]

Medren!

[yawns, heading to a coffee shop to buy something to wake up with, then freezing there, totally indecisive about SOMETHING]

[DID SOMEONE SAY DOING A JOG BY THE LAKE? Because hell yes he's doing that, all dressed down in casual wear for the exercise.

He even stops and does pushups when he finds a nice view to admire for a bit]

[well I'm at work already. what are you going to do about your dilemma, Bard Stefen?]

[eventually, not so early as to seem eager, I will buy a nice tea, and take it to the farm, and then like, try to put it somewhere highly visible and, um, escape?]

[. . . we're, uh. we're lifebonded. and I have Empathy]

. . .

[quickly popping out from around a corner, a little breathless and trying not to, like, look like, he was—he was um—]

S-Stef!

[almost spills tea all over his knuckles] Van! Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I brought... tea?

[reaches out quickly to steady him, clasping his hands over Stef's]

You—f-for me?

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