villainy commenced [[1x1 w/ the-nug-king & hexspecs!]]

[the-nug-king]

"Lazarus,
I am almost at the Science-Fiction dorm. I apologise for not checking on Lucas sooner. I promise you I shall do what I can to help now.
Three."

*

"...Wretched mortal. ...Student Lucas. You will be able to achieve little, without first attending to the needs of your defective flesh-body. What have you been attempting?"

[grey matter]

"Focusing. Once I get tired enough I get less nervous and more risky and I need to take risks but I also need to keep myself away from Lazarus because love is not a good idea right now in spite of emotions existing but I would hate for anything to happen but also it's best if I just focus on my work right now and... I have not been taking care of myself whatsoever... Pulling a stupid. I probably can't focus as hard when I'm tired but I need to take those risks that I get too scared to take and calculate otherwise, not to mention my lack of taking care of myself means more time for focusing but I- I am not even sure where I'm going with this."

--

"Three,
Thank you. Please let me know if there's anything I can do because I really want to help him if he's not alright.
- Lazarus."

[the-nug-king]

DarkBoard was silent for a long moment. "Student Lucas," they said at last. "Our analysis indicates you may be concerned about your levels of True Love. Is this the case?"

*

"Lazarus,
Of course. If need-be, I will ask DarkBoard to allow you to return to the Academy earlier. Though I hope drastic measures will not be needed
Three."

((I love how these dorks are Scared about Lucas but still Both formally signing their names at the bottom of their messages))

[grey matter]

"Yes. And Lazarus's. I don't want anyone at risk of anything and along with this whole Professor Doctor Huge-Risk-To-Three mess and- I am realizing I have no clue how to cope with worry! Great. Fantastic! How is the summer I manage to make a friend and a whatever Lazarus is, the one with the most stress?"

--
"Three,
I'd assume you wouldn't have a clue why he's doing this either. I've barely got one myself. And I hope we won't have to take anything drastic either.
- Lazarus"

[[YES, even in spite of Laz going all no-punct on Three earlier, there was still formal signing lol-]]

[the-nug-king]

"You have no need to concern yourself over this. The majority of the Academy's faculty pay little attention to true love, provided you show some amount of discretion in public. We are easily able to register your True Love levels at one ounce only, and will do so provided you agree to help Three... and provided that you do not inform Three that we offered you this. They require plausible deniability of our ability and willingness to do so."

*
"Lazarus,
I am almost at Lucas' room, I shall update you on the situation shortly.
Three."

((Planning to have Three knock on the door at the end of my next message, if that works for you))

[grey matter]

"...I'd hate to lie to Three... I'll consider it, but I'll help Three anyways. Don't know what I'd do about Lazarus though, but I'll tell him about that discretion thing. Also... Do you know anything about how the heck true love is measured? Also... what are my levels really? I'm curious..."

--
"Three,
Thank you again. I really hope everything's fine.
- Lazarus"

[[yes yes it does... if ya wanna be really Dramatic you can have DarkBoard state the levels as Three is walking in but I assume DB [yes i've been calling them that in my head forgive me] would be expecting them because DarkBoard Is Cool Like That.]]

[the-nug-king]

"Your levels are currently fluctuating, as is standard for participants in new relationships. Estimates indicate they shall level out into a prohibited amount. We do not wish you to lie to Three, merely to let them continue to pretend their own true love levels do not exceed three ounces, by not giving any indication that we have altered their own records."

There was a knock on the door. "Lucas?" called Three. "It's Three. Requesting entrance. Lazarus is concerned about you."

[grey matter]

"We can talk more about this later," Lucas said in a hushed tone. "Aw- darnit, now- did- I knew I should've replied to him and not just... ugh." He spoke up. "Permission granted."

[the-nug-king]

Three entered the room and looked around. "Well, you're conscious, at least. But you look awful. What have you been doing? Lazarus said you weren't answering him at all."

[grey matter]

"Being a stupid. Trying to repress everything. Plant stuff. Dumb ideas. Et cetera. DarkBoard gave me some of that energy stuff and I've gotten my logic back kinda. I was... being a sleep deprived stupid. Sorry."

[[Lazarus in his dimension: *spamming his phone with too many refresh requests* cMON CMON DONT BE HURT PLZ LUCAS-]]