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[lizardtits]

It was a hell of a day.

The ladies had a grand adventure chasing down Oscar and accidentally zombies, and the guys nearly got murdered by an eldritch horror. Again.

So now the dudes have to rest because going to the super-dangerous mines when tired is a terrible idea.

They've got a day or two to kill, so this is for what happens while the guys (mostly Malcer because holy fuck dude) are recovering.

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[inkytalkstoherself]

"There's more," he says, because that will totally justify the fact that he's taking an entire pint. That's probably more than his fair share, but he also had five holes in him? He feels like that entitles him to a larger share of the ice cream allotment. He's so tired, Velo, and he just wants the cookie dough ice cream. He is also exactly the kind of person who pries the cookie dough out, so no one wants the pint after he's done with it anyway.

"Isn't it..." he tries to find a clock and fails. "Late? Early? I don't know. Both?"

He sighs and makes a valiant attempt at prying out a piece of cookie dough. He succeeds, but it's a pyrrhic victory because the piece goes flying out of the pint and lands in some unknown location on the floor. He sighs again, but heavier this time.

"I'm too tired for this."

[lizardtits]

"Yeah, but that's the only cookie dough. ...Oh well, you need it more than I do, anyway."

After all, Velo's not the one that had multiple holes in her. This is not an argument she has any interest in pursuing. Instead, she moves past Malcer and grabs the rocky road instead, as well as a bowl, since she isn't a barbarian. Or five-sixths-dead.

"There's never a bad time for ice cream. That, and I was out late working. Figured I'd find some work while you recover."

[inkytalkstoherself]

That is a true statement-- there is no bad time for ice cream. Especially not when you're feeling like five different kinds of shit, like Malcer is right now.

"Hm. Magictech, I assume?"

That would seem like the most obvious place for her to pick up work, so long as they didn't mind a few explosions. Wait, these are gnomes, of course they don't. Malcer priest at his ice cream again and is finally rewarded with a piece of cookie dough that doesn't go flying off into the ether-- it's heavenly.

He slows in his consumption, though, at the mention of his recovery.

"I can be ready to leave in the morning, if the rest of you want to get going. I'm back on my feet well enough."

Or he's... back on his feet, anyway. Anything else, he can deal with.

[lizardtits]

"Yeah. Simple stuff- turret maintenance, car repair... figured I would keep myself occupied and learn what I can here. I'm already getting some ideas that might be useful."

This is both good news and dangerous news, depending on who you ask.

"You're on your feet, but you're not battle-ready yet. We can take a few more days; I don't think Larold is going anywhere soon. Besides, too much stress isn't good for your skin. Or something like that."