[Comes to wherever Molly is! Probably his lounge? Well. Wherever. He has a half bottle of rum, a full bottle of water, and the little wizards from the shop earlier.]
[ he is in his lounge, just chilling on the couch - now slightly defrenched, if only in clothing terms. the stripey outfit was too bloody to keep on. he's been through the healing machine, but clearly only the bare minimum. ]
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Week 1, Friday
...Hey. You're... still alive, right?
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Far as I can tell.
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Good. I brought you some stuff. Not sure if it's any good but-
[Will set them out on a table nearest Molly.]
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That seems like all the essentials. Thanks.
[ for the record, he has a bandage eyepatch over his left eye, which is probably pretty gnarly. ]
Here to ask what happened?
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Nope. Just here to be here. But you can tell me if you want.
Drink?
[Waves the bottle.]
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[ and by that I mean he takes some of the water and pours it into the rum bottle to dilute it. hydration :) ]
We got picked for something called a "Fear Factor" challenge, whatever the hells that means.
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[He nearly drops a glass that he's picking up to pour some diluted rum into. He manages to catch it just in time.]
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What-- Does that mean something to you?
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You mean-- The concept of fear? Being afraid?
[ fear is the mindkiller etc etc ]