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[ Sometime after staggering home with Qrow's assistance, being handed soup by Glynda, and letting a hazel-eyed little owl tuck in against his neck, Ozpin gets around to sending a text he thinks may be needed. He does not know whether she even noticed his absence, but it seems best to err on the side of caution, given that he did not return on the expected date. ]

Good evening, Willow.

It seems my absence caused some worry this past week. [ Gentle understatement: he has been gone ten days now. ] I'd like you to know that I have returned safely.

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clocktowers

[ The lack of response is... somewhat odd. But then, she is young and likely distracted, and his message did not necessarily imply need for a reply. For a day, he is unbothered; for another day, he is entirely too distracted by his new situation with Stanford Pines, and the resulting social chaos.

But then he sees that his message still has not been read, and worry sinks in. ]

I am loath to overestimate the significance of a text message, or to underestimate your assuredly busy schedule.

That said, Deerington being what it is, I do want to check in.

Please let me know if you, too, are safe.

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survivalthroughhate

[Before Maul had fully committed to the decision to go into the Mandalorian sarcophagus as penance, he still had a bit of rage to get out. Some was expressed towards the woman who had made herself a handy target for his anger. He'd found out where she lived, but when he got there, Willow was nowhere to be found.

Enraged to have been denied the chance to dole out punishment, he reached out with the Force. At first, he just meant to cause a bit of damage, break a few windows and send part of the roof caving in. But the more he let himself flow into the Dark Side, the more he found it easy to grasp the power and cause destruction. Beams groaned and then snapped and the whole structure shuddered as if under the strain of great pressure. Sure as a wrecking ball, Maul eventually brought the entire structure crashing down to its very foundations, the roof breaking down into the main part of the building before he dismantled it piece by piece till the entire structure was gone.

With what was essentially a giant temper tantrum finally satisfied, Maul soaked in the sight of the destruction he'd wreaked down. He could feel the Dark Side flowing through him strongly. Then, before anyone could see, he turned and walked off down the street into another part of Deerington.]

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justoscar

[He couldn't sleep-- and the times were wrong when he could cross that threshold, where only darkness greeted him and nothing more.

Oscar Pine understood fatigue. He had dealt with it after his various injuries, but he had always been able to dream. Now, on this side of the ocean and the broken nightmare, no dreams greeted him-- and his exhaustion was felt as deep as the ocean.

After tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable position, Oscar got up to change his view. He hadn't expected anyone else to be awake, but the dim stream of light that emanated from under Willow's door immediately caught his attention.

And, what better way to find sleep than with a friend?

He tapped lightly on the door and toed it open.]

Hey... Also can't sleep?

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frogfear

[Willow can't sleep either - or, more specifically, she doesn't want to. She might be tired enough to lay down her head, but she's figured out turning into a wolf seems to be directly connected to going to sleep. So the best way to avoid it, is simply to stay awake.

So she keeps the light on. When she thinks she's about to start drifting, she gets up and paces to wake herself back up again, or splashes a bit of cold water on her face.

It's a relief and a welcome distraction when Oscar knocks and nudges the door open. She nods, and manages a bit of a smile.]

Yeah, I can't sleep either. So what's keeping you up?