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[mmiab]

Hello, everyone.

[ a little wave from a man who's smiling happily enough - a bit subdued, perhaps, but that's to be expected given the subject matter. ]

It's been a tough month, eh? I just wanted to say a huge well done to those of you who fought for a cure - it's extraordinary that you were able to create one in the time you did from entirely foreign components. I'm glad that our hosts are recognising the effort.

Everyone else, well done to you, too. Whatever you were doing, this has been a stressful situation and you made it out the other side, and that's worth a pat on the back if you ask me.

[ patron... ising??? it doesn't look like he's trying to be, voice soft and warm and earnest. what's visible of the background seems to be cool, stark metal: a glimpse of a glass window bathed in a glow of light coming from within. the ship. stasis chamber. ]

Off the back of that, if anyone fancies, I'll be offering free hugs for the rest of the month. Courtesy of me, while stocks last. Just give me a ring, I'll come and find you.

—Yeah, that's it. ... See you, then.

[ and, with a tiny salute, he's out. ]

Comments

[priorly]

Can't walk through town without accruing a wealth of embraces. Enough human contact to make you forget the sad lack of jungle deodorant. And that's just the tame variety.

[mmiab]

Depends. You might be a Scytheron, in which case a knife hug might be the best hug of all.

[ ah, but - ] Thank you. Offer's open any time, if you find yourself in need down the line.

[vorrutyer]

[ An innocent blink. ]

What? Oh, that I've never cooked? No, no, I would never. It's such a proletarian thing to do, cooking.

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[bruxisms]

DO YOU TAKE US FOR CHILDREN? WHAT GOOD CAN A HUG DO?

[ forgive the capslock. it is just how he types. he really isn't that angry. more... confused as to the inane request. ]

[mmiab]

... Mm. Well, woe betide me to say it, but there is such a thing as too much.

[ most days a sea of huggers would be a dream. others, perhaps not. ]

So many amateurs around these days. It's like everyone thinks just anyone can do it.

[mmiab]

Buy one get one back, I like it! Alright, you're on. Where can I find you?

[mmiab]

Are you being serious, or is this part of the game?

[motivation]

A what?

[ she asks in lieu of saying "no thanks". he seems — fragile. more so than the last time they'd talked. ]

[mmiab]

NO I DO NOT TAKE YOU FOR CHILDREN (UNLESS YOU ARE A CHILD IN WHICH CASE YES I DO.) A HUG CAN DO A LOT OF GOOD ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE FEELING DOWN AND IN NEED OF SUPPORT

[ you're welcome, capslocker, he's got u ]

[xwings]

I'm at the North End of Wyver right now.

[vorrutyer]

I'm always serious. I've never made a joke in my life.

[mmiab]

—Ah, of course. The bear way. Beg your pardon.

[mmiab]

Scytheron! Knife people, sort of.

[mmiab]

Perfect. Are you free? I can make an appointment for a later date if that's more convenient.

[vorrutyer]

Thank you. Your cultural sensitivity is much appreciated. But yes, I am upper-class amongst the bears. A bear-istocrat. A member of the bear-istocracy.

[xwings]

Right now's good.

[mmiab]

I see. Most impressive. Whilst the other ursine individuals subsist on the bear necessities, you kick back in the grander caves with your bearst friends. What a life to live. To think, I'm graced by the presence of a finer class of bear.

[vorrutyer]

Indeed you are. Of course, we bearistocrats are a dangerous breed. We're both prideful and heavily-clawed. You really haven't seen wretched violence until you've seen two bears dueling one another after one fellow danced flirtatiously with another one's she-bear. Or - heavens - the roaring and snapping over gambling debts!

[priorly]

So it's appointment only affection you're after. Well, you're hardly the first. It is a little hectic, like that last hour at a club when everyone knows it's hook up or head home alone. But not unmanageable, depending where you go.

Or you could stay where you are. If they start giving hugs out up there, let me know? There are a few I've missed.

[fisherwife]

I don't mind at all.

[She laughs, but is quickly flustered by his compliment, blushing and placing a hand against her cheek.] Thank you very much. [She's flattered, certainly, but also always happy to talk about her kind.]

We're called Zora. We're an aquatic species native of my home, Hyrule-- Well, I suppose we're more like amphibians. [Though she's not sure how she feels being compared to something like, say, a frog.] I'm afraid currently I'm the only one of my kind who's awakened, though my father and brother and several others are still sleeping in their pods. Actually, you might be able to find my father quite easily if you're there.

[She says it with a laugh in her voice and an amused expression, like it's some kind of joke. It sort of is, considering her father is Very Big.]

[mmiab]

Sounds frightful. Remind me never to cross a bear in high society.

So, do you want one of these or not?

[mmiab]

[ a huff of a laugh, more breath than anything else, and the gentle quirk of his smile as he lets his head bow for a moment. ]

Me too. Not a lot going on up here, though, I'm afraid.

Did you go looking for many of yours?

[priorly]

I stopped at one. Though I have lately been making plans to visit again, despite a certain dread about it.

Planning, and dragging my feet.

[mmiab]

Well. There's no rush, it's not like they're going anywhere. And when they do, I'm sure they'll let you know about it themselves.

[vorrutyer]

Desperately.