Room 238, Tuesday afternoon

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All right, stopping in at Tex's shop hadn't gone well. And since she's learned not to steal Janet's medkit, she heads to 238. She knows where the medical supplies are, and since she's pretty sure she's going to start hurting somewhere as soon as the adrenaline wears off, she might as well have them at hand. She heads into the bathroom to get the supplies.

And then there's the matter of washing off the duck blood. Only in Fandom.


[Not godmodding anyone in or out of the room. She's just a little focused right now and bypassed anyone who might be there.]

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"Wonder how it'd affect Prof. Tick?" Angel mused aloud. "I hear he's darn near invulnerable."

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She considers this. "He did use himself as a shield against the zombies," she remembers. "And bullets, if I remember correctly."

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"He and I are talking now," Angel said. "If you want I could run this past him."

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"I'd, um, appreciate that," Aeryn says. "You don't need to get caught up in all of this, you know."

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"Souled," Angel said, pointing to himself. "It's what I do."

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She smiles. "Right. Well, I'm glad you have something to do."

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Angel got up and whistled for Sean to come over. "It's dark enough that I can take him for a walk. And let my player scurry afk for a little while like she needs to. I'll keep my eyes peeled for Tex and the ducks. If I see Prof. Tick, I'll fill him in."

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She nods. "Thank you. Watch for ducks."

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"This town does not get less weird," Angel replied. He secured Sean's leash and grabbed his coat. "C'mon boy. I'll be back later."