IM, backdated to Sunday night

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[There is a familiar face on the IM, coming to you live and in person from Cabin Nine. Finnick certainly looks much happier than he has in the past few weeks, a little more relaxed, if still somewhat jet-lagged.]

Hi, guys. It's good to be home. .....Anyway, everyone should get over here before the harpies come around, because I've got presents and stuff straight from Malibu.

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[ By now, between doing things with the Legion, spending quality time with his girlfriend, and doing other things around camp, Gale has only fixed about half of the traps that wild boar of Allison's had damaged. Only half, he thinks again with a sigh, tying a knot for the one in his lap.

After the creature had damaged enough of him, he'd decided that it was high time all of his equipment got an update. There have been a few scattered conversations with the children of Vulcan, and they've cheerfully done him a few favors already. He doesn't want to ask for more, but he wants to be ready in case something like this happens again.

Of course, upgrading means having your equipment in halfway decent shape in the first place. That's why Gale is seated just outside of the arena this afternoon, damaged snares set in a careful pile to his side, working on getting the rest of these things fixed. Come talk to him; he could use the company. ]