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[otrazhenie]

Has anyone found a way to burn things yet?

[ The voice that comes over the network is clearly exhausted, an almost husky rasp to the words that are slightly muffled, as if her mouth might be covered by a layer of fabric. ]

Because I'd love to get rid of these damn flowers and burning them sounds really cathartic right now.

[ She sounds weary, frustrated, and a little bit sick. And for good reason: one of the perks of being a vampire is an enhanced sense of smell. ]

Alternatively, are there any magic users out there who could set up a ward or something to keep this smell out?

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@regina; voice

[itselbitch]

On the other hand. I do know how to so.

Where do you need me, El?

[otrazhenie]

Are you serious? [ That, ladies and gentlemen, is what hope sounds like. ]

El, you're my hero. I'm at the Invincible, room 207.

[itselbitch]

What can I say? Everyone needs one. [ ha. ]

Give me a sec. I need to [ knock q out ] negotiate my release from prison.

[ someone made a big deal about eliot leaving the cabin even though he's less injured than the someone, but long story short, a rule was made by about only leaving the cabin together, so that no one passes out in the middle of the woods. or something like that. ]

[otrazhenie]

[ Elena might be a bit out of it from being more nauseated than she ever has been in her entire life, but latches right on to that last part, suspicious concern coloring her next words. ]

And why exactly are you being kept under lock and key?

[itselbitch]

Because my best friend thinks I'm weak and suddenly going to fall over and die from consumption if I leave his general vicinity.

[otrazhenie]

And why is he under that impression?

[itselbitch]

Well. I was kind of on the boat when it went down?

I used a barrier spell though. He's just paranoid because I have a few bruises.

[ actually more than a few, but who's counting? other than q. ]

[otrazhenie]

[ She's skeptical but also desperate. He's getting a pass on this one. ]

Okay, if you promise me you don't have any broken bones or missing limbs, then I won't tip off your jailer about your great escape plan.

[itselbitch]

Ahaha, what are you saying, El? You would definitely make sure I don't somehow break a rule I said I'd follow, right?

[ why does this sound really forced... ]

[otrazhenie]

I'm noticing a lack of assurances about those broken bones.

[itselbitch]

Oh. Right.

My bones are definitely in tact and still within the confines of my body.

[ displaced a bit? maybe. but what he said isn't a lie! ]

[otrazhenie]

Thank you.

And... thank you. Really.

text; private

[itselbitch]

you know he can check those public messages too right??

text; private

[otrazhenie]

you're the one who was talking about negotiating your release. are you seriously sneaking out?? eliot! I was just joking about the escape plan, not giving you ideas!

private

[itselbitch]

look q has to sleep at some point

and I'd rather not have you stuck smelling ass for the foreseeable future since it's not like Rome was built in a day

[ ...equating his body to rome is somehow not the most ridiculous thing eliot has ever done. ]

private

[otrazhenie]

I appreciate that, but now I really need you to tell me how badly you're hurt

Re: private

[itselbitch]

[ he physically sighs, which hurts, and he hates it. ]

okay, maybe I'm not ready to compete in the Olympics, but I literally arrived here with a cane and it's not like I don't know how to use it

private

[otrazhenie]

[ And suddenly she's afraid for him, worried that he'll overdo it and hurt himself further — or worse. Magic isn't something to mess around with. Bonnie made that mistake. ]

will doing this kind of magic hurt you? will it make your injuries worse? please don't lie.

private

[itselbitch]

I don't think it would make them worse

think of it like
idk

standing up after running 10 miles the night before?

private

[otrazhenie]

okay...

can I help? would you let me try to?

private

[itselbitch]

help?

like how?

private

[otrazhenie]

vampire blood can heal people. I haven't tried it here yet so maybe it'll just be kinda gross, or maybe it'll speed things up for you.

@ Voice

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Sounding very tired]

Eliot. You know I can hear you? Like, you're right in the other room. And stop making it sound like I tied you up and left you for dead. You were in an accident, and if I can't leave, you can't leave. Stop being an idiot.

Elena, I, uh. Sorry about your nose? Or, you know, all of this? But seriously, you should try the toothpaste?

[otrazhenie]

It's okay, Q. I understand. And I really do appreciate it.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Yeah? Look, I know it's crappy advice and yeah, uh, maybe Eliot could do a spell, or. Something? But he's banged up and being an--

[The sound of the tablet being held against Quentin's chest as he calls through the door at Eliot- You're being an asshole about this. We can both go, if it's that important. Jesus! I know her, too before he comes back, sounding like himself again.]

You're welcome. I wish I could do more.