On Thursday morning, nothing seems terribly out of place. As far as everyone can see, nothing is off, no one's is missing or unaccounted for. Everyone is free to wake up at their own times and mingle as they see fit.
Urashima-- [Ice runs through her veins. Urashima is dead? Faize is hurt, Urashima is dead-- She looks stricken, because Urashima is--but Faize is hurt. She needs to prioritize.] Hurt how? [She darts into the clinic to grab things at breakneck speed.]
[Lithuania grabs a bit of everything. Maybe she should be carrying her first aid kit everywhere with her. Then she's running back out again.] I'll go help!
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[ She's frantic, goddamn it. ]
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[ This is Important, after all. ]
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