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[One night, a few days after Abby arrives, Lev comes creeping into her room. She's still awake, he thinks, the light is still on, while he fell asleep ages ago, tired from running around like a feral child with Nico.

He doesn't even knock, he just swings the door open, one hand sleepily rubbing an eye and his hair tousled from sleep.]

You're still here.

[It's the day.

The day that he can finally give everyone the gifts that he spent so long carefully collecting and carefully wrapping in shiny paper.

So unlike his usual sleepy teen self that would sleep past 10 AM, he wakes up bright and early at 7 AM and goes over to Abby's room to find her asleep. It's funny, he's not usually awake before her.

Time for that to change.

He reaches over and gives her a good hard prod in the cheek.]

Abby. Wake up.

are you 21

[Abby will find a heart-shaped box of variety chocolate (it at least has a helpful little chocolate map on the underside of the top to show what chocolates are where) and an hand-written note.]

Dearest Abby,

I'm afraid I didn't know what kind of sweets you preferred, or if you even liked them much at all. There's still so much I don't know about you: What you like, what you don't like, or your favorite color or favorite food. I look forward to learning each of these things about you, however, and I can't wait to know more.

You're the most wonderful person I've met here. I'm so happy we met, though I wish it could have been in a better world. The more I think of it, however, the more I don't think that matters. You make this world better for me simply by being in it at the same time as I am.

I really am rambling on, I apologize. I hope you enjoy the chocolate. If not, I'm sure Lev would like to have some too (you WILL share, won't you? I suppose I can't get blame you if you don't, however.)

Happy Valentine's Day.

With Love,
Jennifer.

[Hello Abby how do you feel about receiving impromptu and context free audio messages like:] Do you know what to do about frostbite?

[This is about to be really awkward probably, but also Clarisse held him not getting her a Christmas present even though she got him one over his head months after the fact, so this is his only chance to even the playing field!!!]

What would you get Clarisse for her birthday? If you were, uh, me.

[Abby definitely knows her better than he does, mostly because he and Clarisse can't be in a room together for longer than 20 minutes without trying to bite each other's heads off (as Abby has unfortunately definitely witnessed by now.)]

[Scorpia had been out in the mist just on a quick sweep to check for supplies and anyone in need in aid. Or at least, she expected it to be over with quickly.

She didn't expect to find this. She didn't expect her new world to crumble.

Scorpia saw something by a ruined wall and came closer to get a better look. And then she just stared for a moment, processing that what she was looking at was an actual person, covered in blood and lying there. Not moving. She has a bad feeling immediately, feeling the breath evacuate her lungs anxiously. But she still tries. She kneels down besides the body, rocking and prodding and checking it. A gentle pinch of the wrist shows no pulse; and pressing an ear towards the chest shows no heartbeat.

And being so close to this person, she knows she's seen his face before. They haven't truly met, but she's seen that face before. On drawings that litter the fridge. Scorpia remembers seeing them and realizing that she has a fierce rival in the world of art...! And now the artist himself is lying there, not moving, and suddenly the world feels so much colder and darker. There's a sinking in her stomach, an emptiness within her at this realization. It's Lev. He's gone, and there's nothing she can do.

No, there is something she can do. Or something she has to do. She has to know. She has to tell her! Scorpia scrambles for her Fluid clumsily, and she frantically dials up Abby. Tears stream down her eyes as she looks down into the video feed.]

Abby! Abby, you have to get over here. [No trace of mirth remains in her expression. Just desperation and sorrow.] I- I'm so sorry!

[There's something outside her window. It's not the first night it's been there, but perhaps it's the first night she noticed it.

A young deer. A young buck, so young that its horns are just tiny little nubs on his forehead. He's small, but eye catching because his body seems to reflect the world around him, like water in a shallow pool, small plants grow out, not on, his body covering the fading spots on his haunches. Little mushrooms and ferns grow when each tiny hoof touches the ground.

He hovers near the edge of the house, close to the shrine of the Prophet that Lev had kept so faithfully clean and safe despite the destruction all around them.]

haha i feel like im in danger

action cuz we don't have enough threads

KRIMASSS

text; adds to our approximately 1 million ongoing threads sorry; also forward date to the 14th

on the 14th

ummm this is backdated to january please i am so slow sorry

audio | un: nico

Video | UN: [an unintellgible set of keysmashes] | Deathday

at night, during the week of lev's death