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assuming we still have the rooms by the time the event starts.

[The randomized nature of the things makes it impossible to really know. Especially since - fuck. It's not like they can know they'll still remember each other, or who they are. Which isn't exactly abnormal for them, but hell if it doesn't complicate things.]

self-defense?

[This is all going to be useless, he's pretty sure, but it's something.]

well if you have something, bring it. i've got this at least.

[Lo and behold, Jay's attached a photo of a near replica of his old knife, pulled from the closet not long after he arrived.]

look at least last event we had fireballs and potions.
we don't know what this thing even is except that there's going to be a lot of them.
please tell me you're going to try for something better than a flipknife.

[Because Tim is, of course, certainly one to talk.]

[Jay takes a moment to consider other options.

Jay imagines himself with a pistol in his hand.

Jay stops taking a moment to consider other options.]

any suggestions?

i don't know.
shepard might have something.

[She's good with guns. Not that he particularly trusts himself or Jay with any kind of weapon, but do they have any other choice?]

or george.

should probably find them then. if we're lucky, maybe we can stake out a spot with one or both of them.

[Maybe they can handle the fighting, while he and Tim handle the...everything else. Whatever that means.]

[While he and Tim proceed to be functionally useless, little more than people that need protecting? Sounds about right.]

let's make that a plan then.