[OTA] Space dementia in your eyes.

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New Year's Day was the same every year, really. For one night everyone seemed to have forgotten their limits when it came to drinking the night before and the Castle stirred late in the morning, groggy and hung over.

Where the Spades' butler might have busied himself cleaning up after some of last night's drunken debauchery, Iollan ventured out of the confines of the Spades' kitchen to replenish empty jugs of water and bring more alka seltzer to some of the Castle's residents.

He'd no doubt be in the kitchen as well should those hangover-induced pangs of hunger bring some people down there before lunch.

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She dropped the tablet in and watched it dissolve, eyeing it with something in between trepidition and disgust. She hated Alka-Seltzer, even when it served it's purpose. Well, in service of being able to eat dinner tonight.

"That's good. I suppose the Spades aren't generally partiers." At least that's the impression she still had. At least Katya hadn't decided to wake them all up this year. That had been...interesting to observe, last year.

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Oh, he wouldn't know about that. He's been to the darker parts of the Castle on his morning rounds.

"Most have shown some level of self-restraint, m'lady. Not necessarily A Bad Thing, one hopes."

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For now, her illusions are intact. No doubt they'll be shattered completely after a few more years in the Spades.

She winced a bit, though, because restraint was the last thing she'd shown the night before. She was fairly sure she remembered kissing Riley James at midnight. "No...restraint is usually positive, I'd think."

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"Will you be quite alright, m'lady?" He should leave her to finish fetching water and antacids to various other Castle-residing Spades, but she didn't look to be in a state where Iollan felt comfortable simply leaving her.

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"It's just my stomach." She picked up the glass, grimaced slightly, and drained it.

"It'll settle in time, I think." She hoped. She definitely wasn't drinking like that again. "But...thank you."

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"It will," he assured her. And perhaps she will learn not to overdo it for next time. It did break a Chives' non-existent heart to see his Spades like this.

"I must see to the others, but Declán will check in on you in an hour," he promised before he took his leave. That was not something she could reassure him that Wasn't Necessary, and even if she did, the Chives would be here regardless.

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She hadn't drunk this much in such a long time, and now she remembered why it was a terrible way to deal with things.

She just nodded. There would be no stopping Chives from bringing tea, and hopefully by then she'd seem a bit more alive. "Yes, Mr. Chives. I'll be perfectly fine until then."