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[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

*Vern giggles softly*

I umm.. believe I heard him use his name as um... what are they called.... "pick up lines"? Well, it umm.. certainly rarely worked for some reason...

But, yes, he umm... informed me after it was some kind of gin he liked... it was unpleasant to drink..

*he takes a sip of tea before starting in again. It seems Lewis was right about Vern willing to chat about his old friend*

Perhaps you would have! He umm... was notorious for being able to find me and would um... insist on me taking a break to umm... show him a new area on the mountains. I ummm... started to actively hide from him and he would still find me... I um... think he was taking it as a challenge after awhile...

I umm... felt a little bad after I realized he was just um... trying to understand me a little more. He ummm... only ever wanted to see places I thought would be interesting, or were um... favorites of mine. The day he ummm... said he would be hopping the next train, I um... was quite sad.. It turned out that he ummm.. liked the area a lot, too. Instead of staying on the train, he hopped off and um... ran back to ask if I umm... knew of a good long-term place...

Cherished Trinkets:

Breakdown in Progress

*Vern can hear the rain beating the roof as he shakily checks around the old windmill. Icy water drips from his hair. It's late, no one else should be around. Pausing, he coughs. Everyone should be in their dorms as the storm settles in. Shivering as he scratches at his bandages, he tries to retrace his steps.*

Was it... umm...

*Lightning whites out his vision. Thunder violently crashes nearby. Vern's knees abruptly give out. Breathe. He needs to breathe. Vern doesn't notice as his bandages unravel. Tears blur his vision. Take a breath. Try to breathe. The sprite hugs himself tightly as another rumble of thunder bursts through the air. Red columbines bloom throughout his hair.*

N-no... I-I... I d-didn't....

*Vern's skin is freezing, yet his veins are burning. His heart feels like it might explode. Each exhale is too short, and the inhales barely take any air. His throat tightens as the faint taste of smoke and iron fill his mouth. Another rumble rattles the stone structure. Vern is trembling as he covers his ears.*

I-I... S-Stravi... p-please... s-somone...

*He squeezes his eyes shut, tears falling to the floor. Foxgloves and oleander start growing from where each drop falls. Brambles protectively coil around him*

Ooc// uhh... I know I told some people about this so.. tagging? Lmk if you want to be removed or added

@nrcbookclub @nightonthemountain @aurora-retainer-silver

[night-raven-miscellany]

"Yeah, Gin, that was the name," Lewis confirmed leaning back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling. "Must've had a friend named Tonic if the water he offered you is what I think it is, haha!"

He laughed, seemingly amused by his own joke, but then continued.

"Two of you must've been close, then? Sounds like a good dude. A real guy I could get along with, I think. The helpful sort of person but also someone who marches to the beat of his own drum."

Lewis was aware of the redundancy of his statement, but he wasn't too focused on coming up with something to add. Rather, he was just curious, and it seemed like he was quite right to be. It looked to him like Vern was happy to be able to talk about his old friends.

Cherished Trinkets:

Breakdown in Progress

*Vern can hear the rain beating the roof as he shakily checks around the old windmill. Icy water drips from his hair. It's late, no one else should be around. Pausing, he coughs. Everyone should be in their dorms as the storm settles in. Shivering as he scratches at his bandages, he tries to retrace his steps.*

Was it... umm...

*Lightning whites out his vision. Thunder violently crashes nearby. Vern's knees abruptly give out. Breathe. He needs to breathe. Vern doesn't notice as his bandages unravel. Tears blur his vision. Take a breath. Try to breathe. The sprite hugs himself tightly as another rumble of thunder bursts through the air. Red columbines bloom throughout his hair.*

N-no... I-I... I d-didn't....

*Vern's skin is freezing, yet his veins are burning. His heart feels like it might explode. Each exhale is too short, and the inhales barely take any air. His throat tightens as the faint taste of smoke and iron fill his mouth. Another rumble rattles the stone structure. Vern is trembling as he covers his ears.*

I-I... S-Stravi... p-please... s-somone...

*He squeezes his eyes shut, tears falling to the floor. Foxgloves and oleander start growing from where each drop falls. Brambles protectively coil around him*

Ooc// uhh... I know I told some people about this so.. tagging? Lmk if you want to be removed or added

@nrcbookclub @nightonthemountain @aurora-retainer-silver