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[merryeccentricities]

Joly is outside, away from the woods, away from the lake, walking where there's as much open sky and ground as he can get. He's mostly looking up. If he's not entirely as cheerful as he usually is, possibly it's because he's not looking up at the sky as much as he'd like; the little machine he keeps sending flying does seem intent on cooperating with gravity. Still, the occasional grumble is hardly forbidding, and for the most part he's having fun out in the clear day.

...Even if the little four-winged machine did just crash again.


((OOC: Slowtimes for a while, but still open!))