[ well, this week they have more of an idea what might be coming, so maybe that's why vayne decided to see if he could spend the night somewhere there would likely to be people, just in case ... but also isn't quite so remote as the farms.
apparently he picked the wrong place, seeing as it's relatively quiet in the saloon outside of. um. ]
[She goes to speak, then lets out a desperate gasp for breath and wordlessly hands him the duct tape. Better to just correct the placements in a minute. He can't fuck it up too badly.
Give me one... moment... [She makes a pained noise and then stands up straight. Despite how ragged she looks, her face does contort to fit a particularly nasty grin.] A bit more. Needs to be sealed.
Yes... that'll work for now. [And then she just laughs, as quiet as possible.]
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w2 thursday evening........
apparently he picked the wrong place, seeing as it's relatively quiet in the saloon outside of. um. ]
What exactly are you trying to do with that...?
[ duct taping the door??? ]
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[She takes a moment to stop and start coughing. You have two options. Help her or let her die.]
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sure. next question. ]
Do you need some help...?
[ if only because he has now learned that certain prideful personalities will Not accept help freely given, and get mad with him for trying. ]
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Hopefully.]
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even if he has no idea why she's doing this. uh. sealing the edges, then??? the gaps??????? ]
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Yes... that'll work for now. [And then she just laughs, as quiet as possible.]
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Are ... You all right?
[ are you good, erika, this wasn't that much physical exertion was it. ]