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[reaperrabbit]

[Normally, Brook would be perfectly happy to make a video post. It'd just be like his weekly recorded updates for his blog back home. Given the state he's in, though, he doesn't want to risk putting his face on camera. What if he looks as bad as he feels?

Why does he feel bad in the first place? Nothing makes any sense.]

ok, i know that for whatever reason, everyone's powers and shit have been weakened since they got here.
but has anybody else been feeling... weird?
like wobbly or your head hurting. or your legs not working right.
or like you have to lie down for a while until your eyes go back to normal.
idk, is this smth else that just happens here like weeds trying to eat you?

((OOC: Brook just hasn't realized that nerfing means he has to eat and sleep now, so he's been wandering around on little more than a Starbucks cake pop and no rest for days. That said, once people help him figure that out, he'll likely react to the thought of eating with disgust. This might hit a little close to disordered eating patterns, so please keep yourself safe if that's a trigger! Brook also has a permissions page with a long list of content warnings and an opt-out form, because I'm the Grim Reaper is a minefield of common triggers, and I don't want to suddenly spring anything unwanted on anyone.))

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[matermali]

[ A pause of her own. ]

I am Vanessa Ives. May I ask your name?

video forever;

[savewell]

[It's a good thing she's so preoccupied with the delight of accepting an invitation — really, how charming! — that she doesn't think too hard about the rest of it, and completely fails to notice that she's on camera as she continues to frown at her device in search of wherever the now-disappeared texting buttons went to.]

Oh, drat, what have you gone and done now, you silly thing? Honestly, they'll think I'm ignoring them...

[She huffs a little, still oblivious to the fact that she's being watched.]

Bother. Come back, alphabet! Fee-fi-fo-fum, all you letters, back you come! ...Ugh...

[reaperrabbit]

...Oh. You're that dead girl.

[Somehow, he feels like this explains a lot.]

[cupperty]

[ they would like to file several complaints! ]

Oh, is that what it is? I've just been calling it 'lying down on a bench and closing my eyes until things feel better.'

Has your torso felt hollow as well? Someone gave me something called a 'funnel cake' and that helped quite a bit!

[reaperrabbit]

[The meat going into Onni's stew gives Brook pause. He almost says something, then hesitates, hunching a little further into his legs while he weighs his options.

Which is sort of an oddly heavy reaction to have to a simple meal, isn't it? Hmm. The dinner rolls prompt no such consideration, only a faintly surprised blink. He's sharing more of his resources?

Bread should be fine, though. The doctor--Daan--suggested starting with that, too.]

...Okay.

[Brook settles the bottled water between his feet, takes the roll, and tears a small piece off of it. He chews it slowly, almost cautiously or experimentally, like this simple human staple is a foreign substance. Of course, after this long eating nothing but the occasional snack, it might as well be.]

...It's not cake. [He lets out a small sigh and picks off another piece.] But it's fine.

[He continues like that, pulling the roll apart bit by bit with his fingers to eat. It's unintentional, but at least he won't make himself sick by eating too fast after starving.]

[fauned]

( knew it. devils got it good. )

Do you not normally drink stuff everyday? That sounds kinda nice.

( what's it like being built different. )

[reaperrabbit]

[How does he ask, "And if you're not the average person?" without making it sound like he's not an average person?]

ok...
so this hasn't happened to anyone else then. like, it's not a common symptom of creepy train kidnapping.

[reaperrabbit]

["More" water or sleep, huh?]

no. i guess i could try that.
since it looks like even the furnished apartments are mostly empty in this city. no shortage of beds.

[reaperrabbit]

it's brook. no last name.

[reaperrabbit]

like....... being hungry?

[When he hasn't had anything significant to eat in a hundred years, his stomach doesn't really do the thing where it signals its emptiness anymore.]

no, but
was that a new feeling for you or smth?

[reaperrabbit]

[Shit. Wait. Was drinking something Chase said he had to do, too, along with the eating and sleeping? Brook can't remember. Damn, he really doesn't miss being alive.]

uh, yeah, sure. not every day. trying to keep it efficient, you know?

[bemist]

[ He could honestly ask it and she wouldn't be fazed. ]

no one's said so
maybe that doesn't mean it didn't happen
but i was fine just ticked off

[savewell]

I beg your pardon!

[Well, that's just rude! You can't just go around calling people dead, even if they do hail from King's Quest, A Series Where Everything Is Fatal.]

I don't — oh, there you are. Now then, I don't know where you've gotten such a silly idea, but I'm certainly not dead! I rather think I would know it if I was, for one thing, and for another, how could I ever be talking to you if I were?

[reaperrabbit]

[Brook has several rebuttals to choose from, here. He's well aware of one way she could ever be talking to him post-untimely demise, for one thing. For another, he's heard it from a--well, he can't speak to his reliability, but--an extremely loquacious source that death doesn't stick in these parts. Then again, it could be that they're both right. Maybe that disheveled guy drinking wine straight from the bottle managed to save her after all, and she's only That Almost-Dead Girl. Brook isn't so good with names and faces, but he's pretty sure he hasn't mistaken her for someone else. The princess getup kind of sticks in the memory.

On the other hand, does he care enough to get to the bottom of this? Man, he doesn't even care enough to pick up a trowel and scratch the topsoil.]

Okay. Got me there. We're all super alive here in Creepy City... except for the people who drink the tea and die.

[reaperrabbit]

yea i get that.
it'd be p. annoying if you were in the middle of something and then suddenly you were here, even if it didn't make you all weak for no reason.

[bemist]

exactly
i was in the middle of something
couldn't even enjoy a good fight before i wound up here
no weapons either

[reaperrabbit]

so you're that type, huh.
sorry for your loss.

[bemist]

was just dealing with a break-in, that's all
i'll live
and you probably will too if you do the basics

[reaperrabbit]

ig it can't hurt to try.
even if it doesn't work, it's not like some huge effort to lie there doing nothing for a while.

thx.

[bemist]

no prob
if it doesn't work there's other options
probably

[reaperrabbit]

?
like what?

[bemist]

i'll give you ideas later
try this first

[reaperrabbit]

fine, fine.
i'll let you know if i wake up still totally debilitated or w/ever.
so if you don't hear from me, i'm either fine or dead and you don't have to worry about giving me those ideas anymore either way.

[bemist]

fine by me
sweet dreams

[ what a sweet individual she is. ]

[abit_ofboth]

I am no healer myself. Even when at full power, that is a magic I did not study, but I know from experience these things tend to help. Food as well, depending on if you are nauseous or not.

The apartments are adequate. You should not have trouble finding somewhere to your tastes.