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trystan_laryssa picked me up, but had a Her vs. Universe moment because I had forgotten that she needed the gate code. She vented at me, and since I was feeling meepish and neglected due to the Bad Communication moment with Figment, my swiss-cheese shields did absolutely jack (not pepperjack) to keep it all out.

I was eventually, at length, comforted, but not before leaking some.

Figment and I get very silly around each other while we're with friends. Very, very silly. Not, perhaps, as silly as we get by ourselves, but silly enough.

He brought me home around bedtime. His will save against a dreadfully inappropriate question was successful, but the fact that he had to make the will save flipped him out considerably. For my part, I've already done my flipping out.

All of us had a few words to exchange. Even the Bad Twin eventually contributed his bit. This made all of us giddy and gleeful.

Now, I've got bed before work. Woo.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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