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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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@ 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.