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An una-VOID-able meeting

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*Grell offers an unsure nod, looking to the door then back to Gaster. She thinks she knows where his room is...*

Grell: Okay. I will.

*With this and a final glance back to Gaster, she nods again and exits the room, quickly heading nextdoor and giving what she presumes to be Outer's door (from her time observing in the VOID) a knock.*

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*Fiji flails for a few moments, clearly annoyed, panicked and flustered by being picked up but the pain and weakness he gets in reaction makes him settle fairly quick. He doesn't say a word back to Fell, only glowers at his paws and mumbles incoherently.*

*When they re-enter the infirmary, Rose looks amused for a moment by the sight up until she takes another look and realises the state of the two. Briar, distracted with Crystal, doesn't notice them enter at all at first. After a few moments of silence, Rose frowns at Fell, pointing to Fiji's wrapped leg.*

Rose: Don't tell me /you/ did that to him, Fell! He's hardly a threat, just sleep deprived, and I hate to say it but we /do/ need him here. I can't believe you'd actually hurt him.

*Fiji huffs, scowling to himself, his tail's fur is all on end like a bottle brush. Unfortunately for him, it does much the opposite of making him look intimidating.*

Fiji: Like hell he hurt me. He's only any good at running that mouth of his, you know just saying stupid, hurtful things. /As if/ he could actually physically wound me. There's my kit over there, just give me it and I'll be fine.

*Rose only looks confused now, giving Fell a questioning look and trying to read his expression. She shakes her head at Fiji after a moment though.*

Rose: No kit. No kit and no coffee. Not until you're fully rested. It is too dangerous for both yourself and others for you to have either one of those things right now. For now, we will just have to use your kit if it's required.

Fiji: Are you /grounding/ me from my things?! Like a misbehaving child?!

*Rose thinks about it then smiles to herself, giving a curt nod.*

Rose: Yes! Yes I am. What a fantastic idea! Thank you, Fiji.

*Fiji only hisses angrily, cursing profusely in his native language and trying to reach to swipe Rose with a clawed hand. She very easily steps back and out of the way. She chooses to ignore him, instead looking to Fell again as his curses fall back into weary but furious mumbles.*

Rose: [There is something wrong with him.] *She signs to Fell.* [Past the exhaustion. I don't think I would ever expect to see him willingly try to hurt someone. It goes against his morals, does it not? I've never seen him so violently angry, nevermind seen him shout. He's never raised his voice before now. What's going on?]

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*Paige isn't sure what to say in response so she just chooses to nod to prompt them to continue instead. She isn't sure what can of worms she's opening but she's sure as anything going to see it all the way through.*

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*Papyrus' eyes flash in panic but they raise their hand, casting Fry's SOUL in magic as they lose their grip and slowly lowers them down to the counter. When the magic disperses and he lowers his arm back into his pocket, he lets out a shuddering sigh, sweat beading on his skull from the effort of the magical maneuver.*

Papyrus: I'm just sayin'...

*He starts, taking in an exhausted breath and gesturing for Fry to return to him.*

Papyrus: That I have no evidence that you're not offering these things for reasons I don't know about. You were my brother's enemy not that long ago. I find it hard to trust that you fully let that go and have turned over a new leaf.

Lieu: We're Friends, Papyrus! That All Was So Long Ago Now. Deep Down There's Good In Everyone And There's So Much Good Here!

*Papyrus offers his brother a soft smile.*

Papyrus: That's what makes you the best, bro... But they're not /my/ friends, Sans... And this isn't like home. If we have to leave home back at the city, you can just crash with Undyne for a bit. Here we'd be stuck in... Here we could be trapped with no contact with home. Too much could go wrong.

Lieu: I Hadn't... Thought About That... Captain, Can I Still Call My Friends Back At Home From Here? Will My Mobile Cellphone Work?

The Mane Event

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Lime: Orrrr...

*He starts, raising an eyebrow of disbelief.*

Lime: It could just be something actually important. You guys know I have a job right? A job where occassionally random people call me at late hours after when shows would be? I'm pretty used to being called by unknown numbers and going to unknown places by now.

*The phone's ringing stops and Lime sighs, Dancer too though more in relief. That is until the upbeat cacophony of tones starts again.*

Dancer: Lime, just don't.

Lime: They've rung me three times, that's gotta mean it's urgent. Look, if you're really worried I'll just put it on speaker so you can hear.

*Dancer looks like she wants to argue with Lime but he's already fished the phone out and clicked to answer. Turning it onto speaker and placing it on the table.*

Lime: Hello?

[Hi, is this Lime Light speaking?]

*It's a perfectly normal voice, likely belonging to a mare, and Lime only gives Dancer and Solar a silent look of "told ya so".*

Lime: It is, yes.

[Hi, this is the horspital calling in regards to Morning Glory. We wanted to call and ask you if you found her as we looked and she's not here.]

Lime: Oh uh...

*He looks to Glory and Dancer. Glory's eyes widen in terror, Dancer shakes her head.*

Lime: No, we didn't. We'll keep an eye out of course but I'm afraid we haven't seen her.

[Are you sure?]

*There's nothing of malice in the question but Lime can't help but feel a little uneasy at the tone. It feels like... A threat...*

Lime: Yes? I'm sorry, it's really late and my friends and I are really tired from worrying about all that's happened, can I call you back tomo-

[You're lying.]

*Lime goes silent, staring down at the phone in mixed shock and slight horror. It's voice begins to grow distorted. He looks uncomfortable. Dancer glares at the phone, moving closer to Glory.*

Lime: Excuse me?

[We watched you take her from us. You burned our dogs. We can hear her breathing. We were only doing our job. You took her and now you're lying to us?]

Lime: Who are you?

[You weren't supposed to fight without your pretty stones. Ş̶̨̢̮̻̺͇͙̯͕̬̖͙͍̆̏̄̇̏͋̀̐̍̔͊̑̽́̈́̕͠ͅḧ̵̛̠̠̺̤̼̘̟̟́͛̂͐͝ȩ̸̥͍̝͔̱̙͖̳̙̰̫͎̮͒͜ ̵̢̟̯͙̣̦͍̫̩͔̘͚̟̅̏̽̌͂̀̑̍̂̃͂͠͠ẅ̷̡̲̪̳͎́í̷̻̥̝̞̍̓̒́͗͌̽̎͋̆̀͝ḽ̷̨̬̠̱̖̜̮̺͖̘̖͕̺̎͛͋͂̽͗̌̐͜l̴̨̨̦̺̪͎̥̝̗̮̏͗͒́͛ ̵͚̝̥̮̈̍̏̏̋̅̚n̸̡̳̭͖̟̰̖̰̤͚̝̱̭͔͖͂̈́̋̅͆͛̑̈́ͅo̸̡͚̹̤̯͖̐͗́́̈́̊̾̈́͌̈́̎̀̆̕̚̚ţ̷͉̒͊̓͂̇̄̀̿͑́͐̎ ̷̥̥͆͗̀͋̄̀͑͊̓͊̕͘b̷̡̛̝̼̬͓͖̜̼̝̥̺̗͚̞͂ę̷̧̧̘̳̲̲̙̳̠̝̗̙͚͙̯̳̍͊̒́̑̃̾͐ ̶̤̒̊̈́̈́̔̐̏̎͐̎̕͝p̶̛̛̟̹̟͚̦͉̖͚͉̫̺̋͆̾͜l̴̖̠̤̠̮̫̪̰̦̲̺͓̗̰̻̙̑̀͂ȩ̵̧̛̩͓̱̑̋͊̈̒͋͑̋́͑̓a̴̼̪̭͉̝͔͖̭̰͕͙͚̟͔̖͇̔̂́̌̒̒̀̎̋͊͗̅̃͐͜s̵̠̬͎̣͎̥̅̏̐̃̈̂̈̓́̃̄͋̃̏͗̉͝é̶̛̤̪̫̣͕̟͖͊̏͗d̶̟̰͗̿́̽͛̽̿̍̂́̉́͘̚͝͝͝ ̵̳̥͇̲͝b̵̢̡̳͎̟̭̫̝͍̥̟͙̳̯̘̗̓͒͛̎͒̅͐̈́̽̃̕͝ý̴̨̢̛͔̳͚̘̝͉̻̅̌̐̎̏͑̓͋͆̐ͅͅ ̷̧̡̯͍̺̗̞̦̖̘̏̈̽̽͆̾̽̄̈́̈́̌́̋̏̈̃͘t̵̨̛͔̙͕͈̮̘͛̅́̈́̀̃̆̀͌̅̚h̷̛̗̯͙̺͍̺̭̮̞͎̝͇͉͎͍͌̾̇̄̿̌́͒̕͘͝͝͝ͅͅi̴̡̨̗̣̘̹̤̘̦̠̰̟̘̯̓̄̓́̽̒͆̿̌̄́̄͘͘͝͝s̷̜̩̟͇̥̬͖͉͔͎̣͚̀͌̍̐̓̂̿͂͑̍͗͘̚ ̸̢̢̥̻̲̻̩̟̾̈͐̋̀̑͑̆̚ņ̶̫̮̦̟̘̻͚̪̥͓͎̟͊͛͗̇͑́̀͊̈̚ę̷̧̭̳̘͔̥͕̲̳̤͈̐̊̎̏̍͠ẅ̶͉̳͔̬͖̜͎͉́͂̍̈́̑̈́͆̽̊͑s̴͍͙̒͋́͊͊̒̅̈́͂͊͋͆̌̍̚͝.̷̧̛͍̯̝̬̥͉̦̺̪͖̈̋̌͆͌̄͒̆̆̅̓̕̚̚]

*The phone's battery explodes and all further sound gets cut off from it. Lime, snapping out of his frozen state, manages to stop the phone from settling alight and quickly gets rid of it, even despite its dying crackles.*

Lime: I don't think that was a scam call...

An una-VOID-able meeting

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*Grell stares between them until eventually she gives a long, begrudging sigh.*

Grell: Just tell me what you want me to do. What do you need?

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*Fiji glares at their approach, still angry, still upset with the skeleton for their words and actions. In one swift motion, nearly too fast to perceive, a final grave marker rises from the ground. It's point stops just in front of Fell's chest. It shakes and Fiji's hands tremble but the attack disappears as quickly as it was created.*

Fiji: I... I want to kill you... I /should/ kill you... But... I just can't.

*He lowers his hand, applying pressure with both hands over the wound as he collapses onto his side, cackling weakly with mania.*

Fiji: I guess deep down... I just don't want to deal with putting you back together again... You spiteful old bastard... *He rests his head against the ground, shuddering.* It... Doesn't even hurt. I just need my kit and... And I can fix this myself.

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*Paige takes a deep breath then slowly shakes her head.*

Paige: No... I'm sorry Hemlock but I can't swear to you I won't. Not until I've heard the whole story... If I swear to you now that I won't even seek whoever this is, then I will be bound by that obligation forever. I'm not stupid, Hemlock. I'm not a child.

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*Lieu's eyes sparkle into stars.*

Lieu: Our Own Rooms?! That sounds... That Sounds-!

Papyrus: Like you're trying to strike a deal... Nothing is for free. What do you want.

Sheep: Is us knowing you're both safe not enough?

Papyrus: No. No it's not. Nobody does anything out of the kindness of their own hearts.. or lack thereof. There's always a reason. What do you want.

The Mane Event

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*Dizzy looks to Heart mumbling something unintelligible before she speaks loud enough to be heard.*

Dizzy: Probably processing things. I told him everything. Everything that's going on. Since he's now seen what's happening, the best route is to let him in on it all. Nobody usually takes hearing all the ways they might die well.

*Lime splutters with disbelief and frustration, running a hoof down his face.*

Lime: Dizzy... This evening could not get worse. Heart, go find him... Make sure he's okay, please.

*It's at this point that Lime's phone rings again, the same unsettlingly distorted chime ringing out across the room. Dancer freezes up instantly, looking between Lime and Solar.*

Dancer: Don't. Answer.

Lime: *Taking the phone out.* It's an unknown number. It could be important.

Dancer: Yeah! I'm sure! But between it being the possibility of someone trying to sell you a new conservatory or some psycho trying to send a murder message, I don't want to find out!

The Mane Event

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*It isn't too long after they enter the building that the small group filter back into their shared apartment. Dizzy is quick to greet them, her movements jerky and erratic -as if trying to physically shake off the world's worst migraine- and her horn still flares with magic. She appears to have ignored all instruction to rest and has managed to find and dig out a pretty extensive first aid kit.*

Dizzy: You're back- oh thank- you're back. All... All one, two, three, four, five... S-six? Seven? Just tell me you're all in one piece.

Lime: Not quite. I think you knew that much already though. *He walks in, placing Glory down. Dizzy immediately rushes over, beginning to tend to her wounds.*

Dizzy: Oh this is bad...

Glory: How... How bad?

Dizzy: I can't foresee. There's just too much happening, too much information all at once. The entire playing field- it's just all changed. All I know is that you won't die. Not yet anyhow.