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[sulfa]

This is Wade. Doc Hicks and I wanted to put the word out that anyone who needs medical attention now or in the future can find one of us - I'm in Room 310 and Gene's camped out by the bonfire. We're in the process of establishing a clinic in the chapel vestry for the sick and injured. If you have any information on new medical developments from your time or have any medications from the future, please share them.

And lastly: if you go out into the woods, bring one of us along. That's what we're here for.

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[preseance]

( he doubts that's the whole of it, but the man won't press on none. some things, perhaps, are better left unsaid. he just sits back an' lets the boy decide what to do about that chocolate bar.

soft,)

Hope you found it a peaceable thing.

( before comin' here, obviously. )

[evulsed]

[ Vanitas snorts and rolls his eyes. ]

Peace.

[ He scoffs it like the very idea was utterly absurd, and it's more a reflection of this derisiveness than actual interest in what he's about to put in his mouth that has Vanitas finally pop the piece of chocolate.

He freezes, because like the water, the sensation is startling for how huge it is. It's nothing like the water or the crackers, and he stares across at Gene as if he's shocked to be poisoned. Where Vanitas doesn't chew, it just melts across his tongue, spreading a silky sweetness until he finally bites through the little block. The flavor intensifies, and the resulting tingle that shoots up into the base of his skull makes a shiver shoot down his spine. Vanitas raises his hand to his mouth, like a reflex, like he isn't sure if he should spit what's left of the chocolate out— but it just kind of hovers there.

It's probably the first honest, bewildered emotion he's showed since his arrival. ]

[preseance]

( goin' across europe like they did, they ran into a fair few souls who ain't never tried chocolate. their reactions rarely differ — ain't a man-jack among 'em who seems to dislike it. gene just sort of watches him with a bit of amusement turnin' up one corner of his mouth, soft an' fondly amused. )

Good stuff, ain't it?