7th Attack . spam

[inhell]

[ In the garden, there's a new, fresh-built structure. It's a bit rough, a makeshift little fence and shelter. And currently it houses a little heap of figures. It's 2-3 dogs, a lamb, a load of hay, and Ellie. Two or more of these figures may be covered by a heavy blanket. Depends on the time of night/morning and how much the dogs flop around.

Ellie entirely fails to show up for any shifts she may have agreed to attend. She cannot be found, except here.

If you'd like to catch her awake, she might be bottlefeeding the lamb, walking her around the garden, or snuggling her. ]

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[inhell]

Let me guess, is it you, because you're bothering me instead?

[with_my_teacup]

Mmmmno, I was there half an hour ago and now I'm on brake. Keep guessing.

[inhell]

Half an hour?

[ She groans. ]

[with_my_teacup]

You can walk or you can get carried. But you're gonna wind up in the kitchen.

[He's amused but not unsympathetic to her bleariness. He's going to get some tea and food down her before he kicks her into grunt labor. She doesn't need to know that, though.]

[inhell]

What, like this?

Someone needs lessons on food hygiene.

[with_my_teacup]

We've got a sink. Up and at'm.

[inhell]

You're such a tyrant.

[with_my_teacup]

Excuse you, my title is 'Lord Marshall'.

[inhell]

Tyrant!

[ But she's getting to her feet, stretching. ]

OK, lead the way, Your Majesty.

[with_my_teacup]

'Lord Marshall.' Show a little respect. I had to kill a guy to get that title.

[Only don't bother because that bullshit. That... Bullshit.]

Maybe shower first, we can live without you for another twenty-- more than twenty-five, though, and we're just gonna break down.

[inhell]

Yeah, but he probably had it coming, right? Name like "Lord Marshall."

[with_my_teacup]

You can see how he had to go.

Outcha go. How's the baby doing.

[inhell]

Her guts are a mess, but regular feeding is helping. She's a lot less poo-hy than she was a while ago.

I'll be quick in the shower.

...sorry I slept. Really.