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Caritas, Sunday

Atton hadn't gotten laid in... way too long anyway, so what did he care? At least the rest of the island was as miserable as he was on a regular basis.

In fact, he was in great spirits today, and not just because he, himself, was messing around with purple liquor.

TODAY'S SPECIAL:
MAKE IT YOURSELF COCKTAILS
THE MORE COMPLICATED
THE MORE DISTRACTING

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Come get your cocktails made, or get a little DIY pack.

Sia ~~was on some SP but some things had to be done~~ hadn't checked in with Atton for a while, so when she was done with everything today, she sent along a text.

How are things going?

Hey, Si. Look at you, texting at a non-fraught time.

The whole island's frustrated, but nothing creepy is happening right now, so we're all good.

The island is still changing week to week? I can see why people would be frustrated.

Well, yes, but.

Let's say it's a more literal kind of frustrated.

How literal?

Nobody's getting laid. The apartment is hell.

Sia frowned at that one for a while.

The island has the opposite of pollen, too?

Wouldn't be the first time. I think.

Probably not. But either she hadn't been here or she hadn't been in the position to care yet. You seem to be in a surprisingly decent mood.

She probably wouldn't be, on principle.

Atton considered responding to that.

I've been busy, he settled on.

Not getting laid anyway.

Doing anything good?

The usual.

A long pause.

One of the soldiers in this squad I work with died a few weeks ago. Hadn't even told Sparkle that; the guy had seemed busy. So that's been a thing.