outside Artie's Porta-Home, early afternoon

[superartie]

Artie was in rare form today. He was teaching his friend, the bug, about fitness.

"Don't! Eat! . . . Metal!" He cried to the bug. "Don't eat metal!"

The bug appears somewhat unimpressed.

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia came jogging up, looking rather tired and worried. "Artie!"

[superartie]

"What's this?" said Artie. "A girl in distress?!"

He struck a heroic pose. "How can I help you, Girl?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stopped and took a moment to catch her breath. "Marty . . . stoned . . . pine tree. Needs someone to . . . keep an eye . . . on him."

[superartie]

Though it defied several laws of the universe, Artie's pose grew even more heroic.

"Indeed? I shall attend to him! Muahahah!" And off he lept, bounded, and skipped, to search out his poor, misguided, stoned friend.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia watched him go and then slumped down against the porta-home.

And then burst into hysterical giggles.

Marty/Pine Tree OTP 4Eva!

[nadiathesaint]

A short while later, and Nadia had fallen asleep against the porta-home and was snoring softly. But that's what happens when you refuse to sleep properly for two days after getting a head injury.

If she keeps this up, she might end up narcoleptic. . . .