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I smiled, and you missed it.

[He is fairly confident this taunt will summon Kelsier from any corner of the multiverse. And there are other friends he wouldn't mind hearing from either.]
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[Public, video]

[Marsh, the barge's resident friendly constantly dour eyeless spike-horror, is currently lounging on Iris's most garish couch, the first time the vast majority of barge residents have seen him without his Nazgul-style engulfing black cloak, which is tossed over one of the arms of the couch. Underneath he's wearing vaguely 19th-century style workman's trousers and and loose shirt, both in a drab, unpurposeful sort of dark grey. Bumps - and a few poked holes - in the shirt reveal a topography of even more spikes, over a dozen of them, impaling his chest and abdomen in odd configurations. Nevertheless, he seems both drunk - an unlabeled bottle of dark green glass hanging from between his second and third fingertips - and entirely cheerful, laughing in a low rumble even as he's in the middle of protesting.]

- said I can doesn't mean - Iris, put that down -

We're celebrating, you plonker. 'E deserves the recognition. If you don't tell them I will!

-aaaugh, fine, woman.

[He throws his head back against the couch in defeat. There is a small ripping sound from the spike-tips at the back of his skull taking their toll on the upholstery, but he'll mend it later. He's not looking right at the camera - but he's beaming.]

C'Rizz graduated.

[That's all. Marsh isn't really a speech guy. But some people may connect this with the abundance of pie at dinner, the last few days.]


[Spam for C'Rizz, backdated to a little after the thread with Roderick.]

[Marsh's heart stops when he sees C'Rizz vanished from his item. Truly stops, falters in its constant aching rhythm, still beating around the spike perforating his ventricle. Not dead, gone. He tears up the stairs to C'Rizz's room, a shadowy blur, gasps and sags against a wall when he sees the door still there. So. So -]


[Spam for Iris]

[A knock, after dinner.]

Iris, it's me. I want to tell you something.

[He sounds happy.]
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[Public text + open spam, the afternoon of Iris's reunion with her bus]

There is fresh pie in the Dining Room.

[Or anyone could encounter Marsh in the stairwells or in the Dining Room itself, appearing in a stern swish of black shrouds to drop them off, one each, steaming slightly, at neat intervals. He needed to do something with his hands, and for once sewing felt insufficient.]



Confidential to Kelsier, Iris, Nathan, Zane, Touko, Riddick, Ben, and Sylvanas. )
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[Public, video, backdated to the middle of the flood]

[Marsh is wearing an incredibly cheap-looking tinsel halo, and, incongruously, seems to have subsequently manifested actual wings, which rustle softly behind him. Faint, lovely music can also be heard, like delicate wind chimes or distant hymns.]

BE NOT AFRAID.

[He says this very solemnly, which is not unusual for Marsh. He also seems to have deep resonances and echoing reverberations in his voice, which is.]

BE OF GOOD CHEER.

[He frowns, very slightly. He doesn't understand why he's saying this. But - well. It seems like someone should encourage happiness, after everything that has been happening.


[Open Spam]

[Marsh is drifting around the barge. He still has his black cloak, so it's impossible to tell if he's actually floating or just moving very smoothly. Rooms are a little brighter when he enters them, though the light doesn't seem to come from anywhere in particular. Whoever you are, whatever you've done, whether you're sad or happy, Marsh is going to be kind to you right now. And he may or may not do minor miracles.]


[Private to Ned]

MAY I COME SEE YOU?
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Miss Jean Grey has also fallen into a coma.


[Spam]

[Unlike Iris, Marsh issues no threats to would-be vandals. He does, however, spend a great deal of time in Jean's room. It's just as good a hermitage as his, after all. Anyone who drops by with markers in hand will be greeted by Marsh, seated near the door, sewing calmly.]

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