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[puppy_lancer]

[The fatigue and the feeling of unease from after Lancer woke up following his death on the circus floor hadn't gone away with time. If anything, he just felt even worse. In addition, his feet felt strangely hard and heavy, a feeling that progressed as the day dragged on. Trying to eat and drink, if only to taste strange new foods for this month's menu outright burned his mouth. At this point, he could only conclude something was very wrong.]

[However, as a Servant, he wasn't supposed to be vulnerable to human diseases. This narrowed the cause of his current conditon to either an effect of the Tower's experiment for the month, or the effect of some curse. He just had to figure out which one.]

does anyone else in this tower feel like shit
like, kinda sick
always tired
legs sorta heavy
eating or drinking burns your mouth
anyone getting these effects?

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[oathshackledbird]

I mean no disrespect, my friend, but it's you I'm more worried about.

I any event, I think I have learned a valuable lesson. It's hard to help people when you are dead yourself, no?

[puppy_lancer]

[His friend...for some reason, it makes him feel happy to see it acknowledged.]

pretty much
i think that lesson might apply to all of us
that and it sort of sucks to know your friend died

[oathshackledbird]

All the more reason to be more careful in the future. There is enough grief in this place. There is no need to let foolish actions add to that.

Now, don't let me keep you. You should find your friend and track down Caster. Please keep me updated on how things are going.