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[BLUEBIRD DOES LAUNDRY]

[SPARK NAPS UNDER A TREE like a lazy asshole]

[...

prods you with a staff]

[swat]

[swat swat]

[swat swat swat]

[lightly bops you with it upside the head]

Nalea. . .

[grumpily rolls over onto his side DX]

No, not quite.

You should be helping her, though.

[BOP]

[catches the staff as it comes down this time, one eye snapping open]

. . . Nightingale!

[and flopping over to give her a good once-over]

. . . you look like you went through a meat grinder.

[tactful]

[well

the staff vanishes, as she flops down next to him.]

No. The meat grinder would have been better.

What happened?

[sobering up a lot as he sits up, his gaze turning concerned]

Where do I even start...?

To begin with, I guess... If you were planning on coming back any time soon, don't. Everything's gone to hell. The castle's gone.

Gone?

[raises both eyebrows]

What happened to it?

... Nyssa took over.

[UH]

-- what?!

She ran a game, and when it ended, the castle was gone. Everyone's stuck in what I guess has to be her realm now.

[hooooooly shit]

[holy shit]

[hoooooooooly shiiiiiiiiiit]

So who all has started plannin' an assassination?

.. Sparrow died. She's back, but the revival was...

[glances at bluebird. you remember her botched revival, don't you.]

... A few others died. Some more got injured. She took control of the entire Cats team, they were the ones killing people for her. Vanara was-

[her voice catches and she goes quiet for a moment.]

... No one's had time yet.

[takes a few deep breathes in an attempt to calm himself, but the boiling rage bubbling within him is still visible in his furrowed brows, his narrowed eyes. . .]

She's been plannin' this the whole time, hasn't she?

... Not unlikely.

[it's almost enough to make him want to go back and stab her in the face himself]

Heavy stuff. . .

. . . but you're here to escape all of that, yeah? If only for a little bit.

... No. I'm here to warn you so you don't come back, and...

... And tell you what we- what I did.

The visit can serve more'n one purpose.

[raises both eyebrow at her, confused]

What d'ya mean what you did?

... We played on Amalthea. It wasn't much, but still.

. . . [continues to stare at her with raised eyebrows, but now his expression is sort of asking her to elaborate]

Do you remember that game of Nyssa's with the cards? Where we ended up with negative seventy-two points?

I do.

Did she run an encore?