[Since most people came back from their separation filthier and covered in blood, the touristy clothing in the souvenir shop has been a lifesaver in terms of feeling just a little less caked in grime. As the windows buckle in, Ninety-Nine will do what she can to prep the safety of the lighthouse camp. She can be found stretching unused kitsch t-shirts over the holes in the windows to block some of the roaring wind or standing over a failing fire with an inscrutable book held in front of her face. It looks like it might have been an interesting read - maybe it's even an antique. Like a certified literacy hater, she rips it in half for kindling, and is primed to do the same to other books. If there's something you want to read, better stop her quickly!
With a tiny fire finally started in a lightly ventilated space, it's time for the exhausted vigilant explorers to bundle up. Ninety-Nine is like a little personal space heater even when her temperament is relaxed. Her blood doesn't need to be fully boiling for her to radiant a little extra warmth - though the place would heat up much faster if she were to fly into a rage if anyone feels like risking the most extreme solution to their problems. Anyone who can get over any uncertainties they have about being in close proximity to her can try to sneak close for a cuddle. She glances at the stack of remaining books.] What are they about? [Read her a story?
Later, when she finally does sleep under the loud clatter of the storm, it seems to be a restless one. Ninety-Nine is fitful, at times thrashing and at others looking distressed or angry. Maybe she's dreaming of something unpleasant? Unlucky nearby survivors might find themselves caught in a grip that will be difficult to escape unless they want to wake her up or soothe her.]
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With a tiny fire finally started in a lightly ventilated space, it's time for the exhausted vigilant explorers to bundle up. Ninety-Nine is like a little personal space heater even when her temperament is relaxed. Her blood doesn't need to be fully boiling for her to radiant a little extra warmth - though the place would heat up much faster if she were to fly into a rage if anyone feels like risking the most extreme solution to their problems. Anyone who can get over any uncertainties they have about being in close proximity to her can try to sneak close for a cuddle. She glances at the stack of remaining books.] What are they about? [Read her a story?
Later, when she finally does sleep under the loud clatter of the storm, it seems to be a restless one. Ninety-Nine is fitful, at times thrashing and at others looking distressed or angry. Maybe she's dreaming of something unpleasant? Unlucky nearby survivors might find themselves caught in a grip that will be difficult to escape unless they want to wake her up or soothe her.]