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[The video feed turns on to show what is probably a strange pair of people to be making a post together. It's also a really, really important post about an incredibly important subject.

Chris offers a small grin and a wave at the camera.]

Okay, so, I feel like I should say that I'm not announcing anything horrible about monsters this time. Just... Making that clear upfront.

[Is everyone relieved? Good.]

Instead, Cashmere and I are taking a super important poll.

[He glances toward Cashmere, waiting to see if she wants to continue from here.]

Very important. [ She agrees and pauses for a moment, fixing her hair in the camera. ]

I'm sure you’ve all noticed Chris and I have something special in common. So we need to know who else out there shares our special quality. Are you blonde?

[ Yes, she is serious. ]

We're here to make sure those of us who are blonde are having the most fun. If you're not having fun, we’ll think of a way to fix that.

[ She glances to Chris. Ideas?

Chris looks over at her in response, then fixes the video with a serious expression.]

Yeah. And if you are having fun, could you like... Tell us your secrets? Because that'd be pretty awesome.

[That covers the totally important stuff, he thinks. Any last remarks, Cashmere?]

Non-blondes need not reply. [ That should win some friends. ]

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[Maketh looks surprised at the news, but not particularly horrified.] That would do it, yes. I suppose I couldn't have been the only one who came in with injuries. Did you have someone look at it?

[Because head injuries are awful, even in Maketh's world.]

Ah. Well, enjoy it while it lasts.

I think uh... Unfortunately I think a lot of people get here already banged up.

[Which makes the whole 'appearing in an arena full of monsters thing' even worse than it otherwise would've been.

And uh... Three guesses what the answer to that question is. At least he looks a little sheepish about it.]

I sort of didn't even think about it much.

[His knee had hurt a lot worse, and fortunately if he did have a concussion it wasn't severe and resolved fine on its own.]

Yeah, thanks. Probably not going to last all that long with five people sharing the supply, but we'll worry about that when it comes to it.

[If these two were talking in person, Chris would be getting the full glare of Maketh's stink eye. As it is, she merely gives him a look.] I see. How's your leg doing, by the way?

[You're gonna be in trouble if you haven't gotten it looked at, kid.]

Drink more water. It helps if you're hydrated. With the headaches.

[He knows that look.]

Oh, um, I think I hear Ashley calling for me to get something off the top shelf for her...

[It's not even meant to be convincing, just a joke that doubles as an answer by its very nature.]

Yeah. I'll try that. I think dehydration headaches are worse than the caffeine withdrawal ones, actually.

[Or at least really serious ones are, which he has no desire to ever have again. Keeping up on water is definitely a good idea, and not one he's really in the habit of considering he's a teenage boy.]

[She rolls her eyes.]

You're worse my troopers, I swear. Do get it looked at. I mean it.

[If she has to, Maketh will drag him there herself. Neither of them will enjoy the experience.]

I suppose it depends which one makes you hallucinate first. Though I can't recommend the experience, honestly.

[Yeah she's had those. Keeping on top of the Empire's nonsense requires a lot of paperwork, and a lot of caffeine.]

I will, I will.

[Eventually. It's not that he's purposefully avoiding it, life is just... Life, here.]

Oh, ouch, I've never hallucinated before from either one. Gonna try and avoid that.

[At least he's pretty sure he hasn't, anyway, and the whole idea creeps him out for lots of reasons. He knows hallucinations from lack of sleep or dehydration or some other things are relatively normal and nothing to worry about as long as the underlying problem is resolved--maybe it's actually weirder that he hadn't started seeing things when he'd been buried alive for three days--but he's not going to complain. He's perfectly happy not to hallucinate ever.]

See that you do. These things can get worse if you ignore them, and we don't have the supplies to fix anything serious.

[She's going to be keeping an eye on him for a while now. Because while she might wander around with blast trauma and internal bleeding - you know, all the fun stuff - that doesn't mean Maketh will let anyone else get away with it. Especially civilians.]

One time was for survival training. The other--

[Well. Maketh clears her throat.]

Paperwork. There's a great deal of paperwork if expensive technology gets blown up on your watch.

Yeah.

[He's pretty sure it's too messed up to do much about in this place unless he bothers one of the people with magic, which he's not sure he wants to. Sure, fixing it would be great, but he's both a little hesitant about magic and not sure about asking people he doesn't even know for that kind of favor.

But he'll figure something out. At least it's a lot better now than it was when he first got here.

He raises his eyebrows slightly at her response; the survival training thing is weird but not all that surprising, but the other is so incredibly mundane that it's almost funny.]

I always knew paperwork was dangerous stuff. Was it like, days worth or something?

There's someone here named Thom. A healer. He helped me when I first came, and my injuries were extensive. Go see him.

[She ought to check in with Thom, actually...

Maketh huffs, though she's still grinning. It's almost funny, now that she's stepped back from the Empire and all its complications.] You have no idea. That prototype was probably a year's worth of my salary. Possibly two. And of course the engineers needed funding to do repairs and my idiot troopers think launching rockets is going to solve any of that.

I'm fortunate you lot are smarter than that.

Oh, I know Thom, actually. He uh... Replied to the information post Sam and I made.

[But he had barely talked to him, and he knows Thom is here alone--or was, anyway--and isn't sure about just contacting him for something like this. But maybe he'll message him anyway, if just to find out a little more about the possibility, though he's more thinking of options for Jessica.]

Wow, that sounds like... A serious screw up.

[He's never seen something that expensive, which is for the best, since he's probably end up breaking it. Unless it's an electronic, in which case he would've been fine.]

Hey, at least we have that. Communally we're not complete idiots.

Go see him, then. He's polite.

[Not the most important thing about him, obviously, but it matters to Maketh.

She huffs, annoyance sharp at the memory.]

My own fault for trusting Aresko with security.

[And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what you get for delegating and not micromanaging everything yourself. A mistake that Maketh doesn't intend to repeat.]

Indeed. I'm a little surprised that nothing's been blown up or set on fire yet. Perhaps my standards are low.

I'll send him a message or something.

[Probably. Once he figures out what to say.

He gives a small grin at her irritation and the huffing.]

Those do seem like pretty low standards. Some guy was threatening to blow stuff up with fire before you got here actually, though I don't think he did it.

[Which is good, considering the situation was a bit more serious than Chris is representing, but still.]

I'm sure someone'll get around to it at some point, though.

[And technically he's pretty sure things have already been set on fire--RIP Arya's kitchen--but no one wants to talk about the wendigo thing.]

Thank you, Chris.

[One less thing to worry about.

Unfortunately, the feeling doesn't last. Oh maker why. Maketh's eye twitches slightly.]

That--that's wonderful. Who was this individual?

[She's really not a fan of recreational arson. Or any kind of arson, really. But tonight is a good night, and her mind doesn't immediately go to dying in a fire or the wendigos. So that's good.]

[Such faith, Maketh.

He shrugs at the question.]

I think it was the alcohol demon guy since I think that was how he was going to cause the explosion.

[He'd been distracted and hadn't paid all that much attention to the post, and only just recently found out there's someone called 'the alcohol demon' here, but putting the two together is simple enough.]

[You wouldn't disappoint her, would you, Chris? Would you?

Maketh rubs her forehead. The--alcohol demon? She's heard of him. Never met him in person.]

I see. I may have to speak with him.

[Him? Disappoint someone by behaving irresponsibly? Never.]

I don't think you have to; I mean, he didn't actually do anything, and considering the situation it wasn't... Like super ridiculous or anything.

[Oh, right. Context. That thing she's forgetting.]

You may be right. Things have a tendency to get--complicated, in this place.

Yeah. Yeah, no kidding.

[Understatement there.]

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