w4 curfew: we're about to slip into a food coma in the spinning tea cups.

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memes? memes for the poor?

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Said yourself, always lookin' for beddin' stuff.

I didn't want to just nab the bedding from the frames themselves, but if you guys want help pilferin' 'em to make the cabin beds comfier come Sunday...

[ he's joking, kind of. ]

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[she frowns a bit when he mentions sunday, but...]

They'll go to waste if we just leave them here, I guess. How are the theater renovations going?

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[ there's a little pinch in his expression when he says it, so she's not alone. but. ]

That's what I've been thinkin'. I don't want to take too much, but enough to help us. [ shrugging ] Good. I was hopin' I'd be done before today, 'cause of the weird trips, but... not quite there. Still enough that between this place's infirmary and what we've got, Mr. Daan'll be okay.

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I have more supplies that I don't know how to use if you want to take them. [she does not know how to do much beyond not letting people bleed out, unfortunately.] Will he be okay, though? I went to see him, but...