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[kittycaterer]

[ This isn't his first rodeo with social media, or he supposes... Something as close to it. Would this be considered social media if it's within a closed network? Noctis supposes it doesn't matter. This is his first shot, this is his means of feeling this place out. ]

I need a wheelchair.

Not for me... It's for a friend. I know there's a clinic, but I'd rather reach out and make sure I'm not signing myself up for the third degree when I try and claim one.

If someone could point me in the right direction of who I need to talk to or whether or not I just take it, let me know.

Ah.

Thanks. To whoever's reading.

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[save_theworld]

[Well hello again. Call it a sneaking suspicion on their part, but...]

Is it for the lady who got stabbed? I'm sorry I can't spell her name.

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[kittycaterer]

[ The contact is familiar. But that doesn't stop Noctis from perking his brow curiously to the reply. Oh gods, he remembers this kid. The kid who threw a stick at a godsdamned gigantic monster while delivering a (very funny) pun. ]

[ He's not in a place to judge, though. And kids can be weird. He was a weird kid. So, he responds. At least the kid doesn't come across as untrustworthy. Not yet. ]

Luna.
And yeah.

[ She had mentioned that she'd ran into a few people before he had found her. Looks like they've already met? ]

Why?

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[save_theworld]

[So it is her. Frisk's brow furrows, pausing for a moment, before deciding that this is probably... this is probably the right thing to do.]

That's her. I think I have something that can help her.

[Sorry Sans. Maybe the next one.]

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[meatbrained]

Have you tried asking one of the gods?

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[kittycaterer]

[ Sigh. Not this again. It's not that Noctis isn't adjusted to calling upon the gods for help. He just got done dealing with that. The thing is? In his experience, Gods haven't exactly been the "friendly" type. Closest to friendly he'd gotten was Shiva, and he damn near died freezing to death in her presence. ]

[ That doesn't stop Noctis from audibly sighing and putting his face in his hands before responding. ]

No, actually.
Probably should have considered that. So which one's in charge of this kind of thing? There's, what, seven of them?

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[meatbrained]

( Sorry, Noct. He's a boy from a hideously workaday world. The gods here are the realest ones he's ever come across. )

Yeah.

You'd probably be looking for Hope.

( Advantages of having a girlfriend who's been here nearly a year: he knows about this.

And really, talking to Hope sounds like a nicer deal than talking to Sorrow. )

[edibles]

I'm pretty sure there isn't any in the clinic.
This place is that shitty.

[kittycaterer]

[ Excellent. Not really. ]

Awesome.
I shouldn't be surprised.
So my options are pretty much null, right?

[edibles]

Someone might have one stashed.
Or you could find a way to get one.

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[avephoenix]

[Faith's stime has come.]

If your friend could use a heal, I'd be happy to do one!

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[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis at least finds some comfort in the third text bringing a small shred of good news. Lunafreya is a healer herself, but her abilities were almost entirely fueled by their own gods. With their connection severed, she hasn't been able to tend to herself much. If at all. ]

You're a healer?
Hey, our options are open.
You... Good with stab wounds?

[avephoenix]

Good with all sorts of wounds! I can head over to you if you need.

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[dedikated]

We can probably scavenge one up.

( Although, with Faith's post, that's probably unnecessary. Still. It's probably not a bad idea to talk to Ronan about that... um, "scavenging". )

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[kittycaterer]

It'd be good to at least have one as backup in case support falls through.
Thanks. Not exactly familiar with the area yet.

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[dedikated]

If Faith's on her way, you'll be fine.
I'd say it makes the staff earn their paycheques, but we don't have an economy.

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[kingslight]

A friend?

[If only Noctis could hear him laughing--no, wait. His son definitely can hear him chuckling in the background. They live together after all. Regis takes a moment to clear his throat before daring to type anything else. He doesn't want to embarrass Noct but...Lunafreya is much more than just a 'friend'.]

My dear son, I do believe you do Lady Lunafreya a slight injustice.

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[kittycaterer]

[ Before he even sees the message, he hears Regis laughing from the other room. And he looks a little confused until his phone starts buzzing. ]

[ Regis doesn't get to see the outright embarrassed and shocked look on his face. While he's sitting on the bed that Lunafreya has been resting in. Of course, it's no wonder he's calling him out but still. ]

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[kittycaterer]

You are literally in the next room.
Did you have to text me?

[ AVOIDING THE ANSWER. ]

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[kingslight]

[Another round of chuckles escapes the king once he sees the reply. Yes, he's in the next room sitting at the windowsill being a complete menace to Noct's nonexistent love life.

Forgive him. Regis is just tickled by his reaction.]

No, but these phones are terribly convenient.

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[devotional]

[ After all has been said and done, Lunafreya reclines with an ease that she feels she hasn't had in months upon the mattress that Regis and Noctis had prepared for her, and while she feels as hale and healthy as ever, a certain exhaustion has soaked into her bones after the day's events. The eagerness of Regis, Noctis, and Hadriel's residents to help have struck a chord with Lunafreya, and as she scrolls through the network on the phone that this world has so graciously provides her with, she silently vows to do everything in her power to return such kindness.

It's when she stumbles upon Noctis' text post that she pauses, a small smile playing at her lips. He's stepped out for the moment, but she knows that he's been hovering over her for the last few days. ]

You really needn't go to such lengths for me.
Though, in the end, I suppose we never ended up needing that wheelchair after all.

Though our circumstances are not the best... I am gladdened to have you here with me.

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[kittycaterer]

[ Truth be told, he tries everything in his power not to leave the apartment. But he can't avoid it entirely. While Regis is in better condition, Noctis would rather take on the bulk of errands and tasks. His knee hasn't done him any favors as King, they sure as shit wouldn't do him any favors here having been exacerbated as it were. ]

[ But, they need food. They need supplies. And it's important that Lunafreya remain fed, hydrated, clean, and comfortable. Noctis has managed to finish a short trip when his phone begins to buzz. ]

[ His heart always does this strange jump whenever she's awake. A sort of pleasing shock that brings both relief and anxiety. Noctis isn't really sure what to call it, or whether or not it will go away. But it gets him when he receives the message. ]

Morning, sunshine.
I'd give you crap for being up, since you still need your rest but... Guess it's kinda moot at this point.
I'm extremely thankful for the help we got.
And it's nothing.

You did the same for me once, right? Just twelve years late in returning the favor.

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[devotional]

You would deign to be so cheeky with a recovering invalid?
For shame. What would the king think?

[ Lunafreya smiles, unabashed and happy. She can hear his voice as she reads the words, and though he hasn't been gone long, she already anticipates his return to the apartment. Shifting, she experimentally shifts herself out to the edge of the bed, away from the nest of pillows and blankets that have cradled her for the last few days. Comforting as they are, she's beginning to feel claustrophobic. ]

I did that with no expectation of repayment.
I was happy to know and help my future king, and I earned a dear friend along the way.
But if we are keeping score, I suppose that that does make us even... Though I loathe to think of it in those terms.

Will you be needing help in carrying the groceries up? I admit that I am eager to test my ability to go up and down the stairs...

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[so_dark_a_road]

I'm a machinist. I can make one for you. There is plenty of metal scrap and heaps of mechanical parts in the city; I can dig around and find the right materials, take them to my shop, and assemble a wheel chair. I just need a day or two.

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[kittycaterer]

Machinist, huh?
Might have to table the offer for later.
Thankfully, it looks like she's been able to recover faster with the help of some healers.

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[so_dark_a_road]

I'm glad your friend is recovering. That is very good.

But please let me know if you ever need my skills for other projects. My name is Curufin Fëanorion, as you can see. I'm not difficult to find.

I have met your father, I believe.