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Attention: To whoever owns the cat dream eater that broke into my room earlier? You may want to train it better. I almost shot it when I found it sneaking around and stealing something of mine.

I don't appreciate that kind of behavior.

[Someone may have missed Wash's warning message.]
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[Noble Six couldn't help herself. After everything, she had to sit down now that there's breathing room. She's not dying at least, but the wounds that would have killed her weren't completely healed. There's some pain. And there's visible damage to the armor that she was going to have to try to figure out a way to fix.  It's damage from Covenant weaponry, to those that might be familiar.  Her helmet is actually off and sitting next to her with a broken visor.  A Komory bat takes the chance to land next to her, trying to climb into her lap. He's trying trying to cuddle, just to get pushed away.  He can't help making worried noises at his person.]

Come on. Knock it off.

This is Spartan-B312, Noble Six. I'm looking for other UNSC personnel to make contact. I need information on what this place is. It definitely doesn't look like Reach. [Ignoring the fact that she should be dead from what she can remember.]

[Edit:  Forgot the helmet.]
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[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash ([personal profile] unrecovered) and North ([personal profile] brodakota).]

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