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[Hange waffles in the hall. Her room isn't really... secure right now, but she hates just standing around out here. Her eyes widen a bit at the charred communicator.]

How did this happen?

I got zapped by lightning last week. Pretty sure I died. Oh, I was meaning to ask you - if I'm already dead, I probably don't show up on your warden item, right?

[He twists a bit to show Hange his back, where although the place in the middle of his back has been healed, the part of his suit around it still looks blackened and charred.]

Betelgeuse.

[waht the fuck]

Why - didn't you mention this? Are you alright? I know you're healed, but are you alright? You realize, you don't have to go around in clothes that are falling apart like this!

Because I 'die' all the time!

[sure did use airquotes for the word 'die']

Oh, no shit. But no clothes-making powers, you know? And not a whole hell of a lot fits me or feels comfortable or smells right. I'll suffer through new clothes once in a while but I get these crazy rashes, you DON'T want to know where.

Fortunately I am an expert sewer. Self-taught!

Edited 2020-05-21 03:01 (UTC)

That's weird about the rashes, because usually I think people get rashes from filth. Are you sure it's not that?

[oh yeah you're an excellent sewer alright, in the teenage mutant ninja turtles sense. beej pls]

[it's not the turtles' fault they only had three fingers!]

New clothes don't feel right. It's like trying to picture you in a dress. Doesn't work.

Look... I'd invite you in to sit, but my room is, uh...

[a mess all over again?]

I hear they've opened a hotel in the enclosure, want to go there to talk?