Janice does her best to keep her face hidden, but can't help but stare at everything here. So many lights and colors... people eating fire, walking on hot coals, charming snakes... kind of like the streets back home.
"Don't worry about me knocking myself out; that only ever really happens if I'm working with Divinity." Fadran keeps going with his Health siphoning, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a vial of antibiotic medecine and taking a sip. He shivers. "Gosh, I hate that stuff. It's absolutely disgusting."
Fadran pulls out a walkie-talkie. "Which button is it..." He presses one, confused. A beep sound. "Hey! That did something! Do I have to hold it?" He presses and holds the button, speaking into the walkie-talkie. "Listen, I need a cake asap, or a crazy person might leave me a bad review!"
"Rule one!" Fadran decides, using the power of metagaming. "No Mordred allowed. Mordred, there's a cake for you in the cafe."
"Rule two! Weapons are allowed, powers are allowed, no killing, torturing, maiming, or name-calling."
Fadran falls to his knees besides Fox, immediately placing a hand on her head to siphon his Health into her.
"You have some medical training," Fadran says to Queen, "what do we do?"
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"I won't... explode... again for a little while. I'd... like to see the games, if it's not too much of a problem." Janice shivers a little. "I've always wanted to see the games."