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Who: Conan and Anyone
What: Concussion recovery time. Which means quiet and rest. And so much boredom.
Where: Cabin 1B, Possibly other places
When:Domino 13-15

Domino 13 and 14:
Conan had studied first aid and emergency medical care. He fully understood why he needed to rest his body and mind. Why he really shouldn't even read for the first two days after a concussion.

Unfortunately resting his brain meant that practically everything he liked to do was out of the question. No reading, no solving puzzles or playing strategy games or doing anything to occupy his mind. And the lingering headache and dizziness wasn't helping matters.

Leaning back against the pillow on his bunk, Conan stares up at the ceiling in mind-numbing boredom and wonders if he should try to make another attempt at sleeping.

Domino 15:
Two days in, and he was finally starting to feel more like himself. Picking his moment, Conan slides out of the bunk and slips out into the hallway. If he was quick about it maybe he could have a change of scenery for a short time before someone realized he was still supposed to be resting.

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"I suppose that's a good thing, that nothing has really changed. You get along with your new roommates?" Sarai had always gotten along with Lightning, and Tobias Rieper was something of a cipher, so it wasn't as if she was having problems at all, per se.

"Oh, I brought you something, too. I figure you'll be up and around sooner rather than later, but just in case you aren't--" Yes, that was a disgustingly pink-frosted heart cookie she was offering...

"If you're not allowed to read yet, I could always read something to you. Or I could bring my harp and play or tell you stories from my world. Anything to alleviate the tedium, right?"

"Mostly. All of my roommates knew each other before, I think. So they mostly keep to themselves."

And that brings a laugh out of him. It was terribly pink. He takes it into his hands. "I'll eat it later. I'm not really hungry right now."

He nods. "Any of that would be nice. I'm not allowed to read anything yet, but I think I could listen."

That's enough for Sarai--reading, at least. "I've no books with me. I could always go fetch one, if you chose, or I could just tell you a story from my world--I'm full of those," she says with a laugh.

"That's fine, no need to stuff yourself, especially when laid up. Isn't that supposed to make you fat, or some such nonsense?" Honestly, Sarai felt that Conan could use a little bit extra flesh on his bones, but she wasn't about to say so.

"I would take a story," he tells her. "I'm just tired of doing nothing."

He nods. "It can, if you eat a lot of unhealthy things while you're sick. But I don't think there's much chance of that." Not when his appetite was as low as it had been these last few days.