IC: Not feeling all too well, Kipricat adminstered some quick useage of a medical kit, which he hoped he was using correctly. Shaking his head as if to knock out a bit of the unwellness, he saw that the Skeleslig was dead. Taking a moment to gather his bearings, he followed Furlong into A8. As the lights flickered on and off, Kipricat noticed that Furlong did not look at all alright for a short moment. Deciding he would ask why, he mumbled, "Are you alright there? You seem a bit... You know," which came out more like a person trying to hum a one-note song. Cursing his stitching, he decided he might eventually purchase a PDA of some sort and type in everything he said for future ease of communication.
[M] Kipricat moves to A8.
[E] Kipricat uses a medical kit on himself.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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