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[nineteenfortyfive]

I'm back. There were some matters that needed my attention at home.

[Those curls of hers are now shorter, and she reaches up to give them a ruffle. Her eyes flit to some spot beyond the camera before looking back to it.]

So as to not explain ten different times, yes, I've gotten a haircut.

[There's also a decently sized cut on her forehead and a scrape along her cheek. They're no longer bleeding, but fairly fresh. Still, her fingertips brush over the wound on her forehead and she looks down at her fingertips to make sure they're dry.]

As far as I can tell there's been no bloodied noses or dislocated shoulders in my time away. Good job. Proud of you all. But I'll be in the infirmary, seeing as... there's been some sort of commotion. Don't be shy.

[Someone's probably gotten themselves into some sort of trouble and yet to see it tended to.]

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video; un: greyjoy

[reek]

More like you got more greys.

[ Just a light joke! You know, to cheer you up...? ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Little shit. Except... well. Claire touches along the front of her hair, near the roots.]

You tease, but you're not wrong.

Don't worry. Once you're out of here and become an old man, you'll get them, too.

[Or, you know. If you happen to get terribly tortured.]

[reek]

[ He laughs, both at his own joke and at Claire's statement. ]

Doubtful. I've been told that I've died.

[ So no torture for him...

Probably.

Maybe. ]

The dead don't age, but I'll let you know if I see any signs of rotting.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I know. But graduate, and you'll have your second chance. I'm being optimistic on your behalf, Theon.

[He's going to graduate. Or else.]

[reek]

[ He only smirks, and moves onto a different topic. Clearly he isn't half as optimistic as she is. ]

Are you as optimistic about what happened to your face?

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Theon, what. Claire scrunches her face--which just makes it hurt.]

What does that even mean? Actually, nevermind. I'll take it as concern. I'm fine, thank you. Just got stoned by townsfolk. That's all.

[She says it with some levity, but she's not so good at looking like it doesn't hurt her feelings.]

[reek]

It wasn't concern.

[ It was him being cruel! Why don't you people understand this? He can't keep up appearances like this. He looks thoughtful, though. ]

For what crime?

text | un: t.crawford

[sanctus_dei]

you still came back?

[The idea that you wardens can go home or on a mission, yet you still come back to the Peregrine, is insane to him.]

[nineteenfortyfive]

As opposed to what? Letting you miss me?

[It's a joke. Claire shrugs a shoulder. It's simple, for her.]

Maybe if I wasn't permanently paired, I'd be tempted. But I've things to see through, here.

[sanctus_dei]

you guys can leave whenever, i'm just amazed you'd ever want to come back here.

though you missed most a lot of the fun. not every day we have a monster infestation.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I've made a promise to Jason. That's enough reason to want to come back.

[Though, haha, what???]

Monster infestation? Is that what happened?

[sanctus_dei]

yeah. some sort of creatures that looked like containers? vases? I don't know what the hell they were supposed to be.

i'm sure wardens know more than i do about it. but they're fairly nasty things.

[nineteenfortyfive]

And I take it you're not missing any limbs?

[Look, you never know.]

audio, Amanda Y.

[oinks]

What kind of commotion?

(To call her curious would be an understatement. Oh, but where are her manners?) Welcome back, Doc.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Hello, Amanda. I take it you're staying safe.

[No need to get grabbed by treasure boxes or whatever the hell.]

My husband and I have a number of tenants on our land. No shortage of life or death situations, there.

Rhy$.$trongfork

[smugreport]

Wait you were gone?

[ quickly: ]

Kidding! Kidding...hah...loving the new hair though.

[ It's okay. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

I consider it good that you didn't notice. Means you didn't get injured and need me.

[It's been a record for how long his face hasn't been busted...]

And thank you, Rhys. Don't know how I endured without your flattery.

[smugreport]

Aw, c'mon! Fixing me up isn't all you're good for--

thaaaaaaat came out wrong, let's uh. Let's start again.

Soooo how was your vacation?

[nineteenfortyfive]

I would not call it a vacation.

[Not by a long shot.]

It was very difficult. But it's a good reminder of why I'm here.

action infirmary if its not too late!

[dealwiththe]

[ Lucifer never responds to her network post. No; why would he do that when he can corner her in the infirmary so she can't hang up on him when he starts asking uncomfortable questions!

Not that he's planning on asking uncomfortable questions, necessarily. Still. ]

I didn't realize you were gone. Probably because I was gone, as well. Your adventure sounds more interesting than mine, though.

never too late

[nineteenfortyfive]

[How terrible must things be at home for her to look pleased to see Lucifer strolling up to her? He's a friendly face. That's enough.]

You, too? Did you go home?

[She's in the middle of wiping down the cuts on her face.]

[dealwiththe]

I wish. I got to tell a bunch of crusty academics how wrong they are about me and my family, and they all basically ignored me anyway.

[ He perches on an exam table, swinging his legs casually. ]

Hopefully the other guy looks a lot worse.

[ He waves vaguely at her injuries. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

So you essentially taught Sunday school while away? I'm sure you loved that.

[Nothing on her face calls for stitches, just some cleaning and bandaids to keep the cuts neat. She can dab herself with alcohol pads with out flinching, but she does pause to give Lucifer a look.]

I wish it were a brawl. I'm back to being branded a witch and murderess, and stoned by the townsfolk.

[Just another Tuesday.]

[dealwiththe]

[ Lucifer's expression twists, disgusted at the very thought. ]

Never fails, you try to help people and they find a way to make you the villain the moment something goes wrong.

[nineteenfortyfive]

What I do is of the devil, or so I've been told.

[She sighs, and motions to her little collection of bandages.]

Give me a hand?