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text; the night after the masquerade;

[subigito]

The moon is gone.

How are you feeling?

[partybabysitter]

[ Oh... a text from Astarion. Xenk was of half a mind to reach out to him as well. Though they both have reason to be a bit awkward this morning. ]

I am feeling much recovered. My eyes are brown once more, my skin is back to its normal pallor, and the marks upon my face have receded.

How are you? I fear I owe you my apologies.

[subigito]

I'm fine. No worse for wear, at least.

Are you still on Eltrut?

[ There's another ghoul-free dance the night of the 31st, but Astarion doesn't feel much like partying again after what had happened. ]

[partybabysitter]

That is good to hear.

I am, yes. I am presently in my inn room.

[ Likewise, he was feeling pretty tired out after everything with the curse and all that. He needed some time to himself, but time spent with Astarion is just about as restful. ]

text after rem's network post;

[subigito]

What are you doing right now?

[ u up ]

[partybabysitter]

[ he up ]

I am currently poring over messages on the network.

[subigito]

They're not keeping you too busy with paladin things?

[partybabysitter]

Not at present. My quests were ample this month, but it seems this week is calmer and requires less of my attention.

[ And time-wise, the crew thing happens later so he's still percolating on that. ]

action;

[subigito]

[ Astarion just walks into Xenk's room he doesn't need invitations for this shit now he's a free bird.

In his hand are a bunch of papers. ]

I have something for you. Now isn't a bad time, is it?

[partybabysitter]

[ Xenk welcomes the intrusion! He was reading a book, actually, but that's nothing. He closes it and puts it down to focus on Astarion instead. ]

Not at all. Is everything well?

[subigito]

Yes, everything is fine. Like I said, I have something for you.

[ he walks over and hands him the paperwork. The title to a ship, an official slip at the dock, crew paperwork, it's all there. Officially stamped by a paladin! ]

[partybabysitter]

[ Xenk takes the papers, reading them over. His eyes go wide. This is a big deal! He sounds duly impressed. ]

Astarion... you completed all of this paperwork alone? And you've obtained a ship for us?

December 25th

[standingonmyneck]

[She’s not sure what your schedule is, Xenk. But eventually you would get a package sent to you. Inside was a sterling silver pendant on a simple leather chain. The pendant was a large silver bird with the eyes embedded with lapis lazuli. There was a bottle with a preserved white rose.]

To my first friend,

Thank you for being there when I was pretty clueless. I was in the neighborhood and thought maybe you needed some goodies.

A friend,
Daria

letter!

[partybabysitter]

[ In response, Xenk sends a beautifully penned letter. Which I can cut the script text on if it's too hard to read, but it's about the #aesthetic, you know. ]

My dear friend Daria,

You have my deepest thanks for the beautiful gift. I know not the occasion, but you must allow me to treat you in return. Kindly let me know when next you are available, and perhaps we can meet so that I may return the book you lent me?

Most gratefully,
Xenk

Lol

[standingonmyneck]

[Maybe she wanted to make fun of the formality of the whole thing. But at least she was open about that being how she expresses her respect for Xenk. She knew he’s smart enough to understand that she follows her own set of manners as did Xenk. Maybe that was the whole charm.]

To the most honorable and infallible of all knights,

Yeah sure, why not.

Daria

Letter!

[unshod]

Derest Xenk,

do you hapen to have extar blue fabric i could have?

sincerly,
fenris

[Slips it under the man's door later that day when he knows he's home.]

[partybabysitter]

[ As is his usual, Xenk is in his room polishing his armor and weapons, or just doing push-ups and the like. He keeps busy. He pauses as he hears the sound of steps at his door, and walks over to find the letter.

Xenk smiles to read it. He and Fenris have been practicing his letters, and though there are some mistakes the meaning gets across clearly.

As for blue fabric, he does have some, between worn jackets and spare shirts, though he wonders what might be the cause. This, he grabs one of the shirts in question and makes his way to Fenris' room, knocking even should the door be open. ]

Fenris? I received your letter, your spelling is much improved. [ He means that of course, Xenk always means what he says. ] Might I ask what the fabric is for? I have some shirts and jackets that have become a bit worn, but I am unsure if they will be enough.

[unshod]

[The door is cracked open, so it opens further when the man knocks. He looks at Xenk with a little bit of wary nerves, not really comfortable with his writing. He knew there were mistakes, but what were or weren't was hard for him to tell. His writing was careful and unsteady. How was he ever going to write to Astarion?

He signs, but brightens a little when the first, stepping forward and giving the man a small kiss.]

I only need enough for my wrist, this shirt will be more than enough. I merely... wanted the right color.

> action sometime after Xenk meets Ketheric

[subigito]

[ Astarion has been out sailing (terrible) with the corsairs for a few days probably for a quest or some other convenient reason, but after he gets back home he lets himself into Xenk's room and flops down dramatically into a chair or couch or whatever Xenk has. ]

I should've expected that this well of fortune would run dry eventually.

[partybabysitter]

[ He definitely has a chair. With a lamp and a side-table for reading. Maybe even two chairs! But he's of course happy to see Astarion returned. Xenk had joined the Royal Fortune for a bit too, to help with new arrivals before helping out in Eltrut.

He is, at present, polishing his armor. It takes a lot of work to keep it so clean. Though naturally he sets it back on its stand as Astarion enters. ]

Did something happen on your travels? What ill fortunes do you speak of?

[subigito]

The Rifts decided it would be a great idea to bring one of the chosen of the Dead Three. Who, by the way, really wants his revenge.

[ Astarion sighs. He's not scared, just annoyed. Well, maybe that's not entirely true. There is a little note of anxiety, but it's not for Ketheric. ]

I mean, we did kill him, but he would have killed us first.

[vermilloci]

[ It’s been a month since this drowning-nightmare curse started, and since then it’s taken many. While Rem herself isn’t afflicted, she knows others who are.

And some of them are quite close to her. ]

Xenk please I need your help.

Or your expertise.

Probably both.

[partybabysitter]

[ Xenk has avoided the curse thus far, but then he doesn't need to sleep much.... ]

Rem,

My help and expertise are at your disposal. What is it you need?

[vermilloci]

Are you aware of the sleeping curse? The lethal one that causes nightmares about drowning.

[ramuhs]

[No context, just a little something that Cid was gifted and is going to share with everyone. Thank Cloud for this.

please send to the rest of the crew and LET'S MAKE THIS SPREAD]