[Video - At his office in Alpha Trion's Quadrant]

[rungout]

[With everything that had been going on, Rung had been working his hardest to keep tabs on everyone that may need him. Blurr was still one of his priorities, Vandal was another that he was extremely focused on helping, then there was Whirl, Ventus--whom he wanted to make sure was alright whenever he could--and many others that the therapist just found himself worrying about.

So, needless to say, he'd been a little preoccupied as of late.

Considering the mood that had settled over haven as of late because of the Glyphless, Rung hadn't been expecting anything quite like what he got when he stepped out of his office on this particular day, the video clicking on to reveal a soaking wet Rung looking extremely confused as he held the bucket that had been placed above his door, full of water.]

...I'm not..sure what exactly the reasoning behind this was but...anyone care to explain?

[He's not mad, just confused--and tired. Very tired. And he's really, really beginning to dislike water.]

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[chatterbot]

[The eyeridge raise is actually audible in his voice.]

Wasn't me either. Been at the bar this whole time. [Not drinking on hte job at all.

Okay, maybe a little.] If it wasn't Whirl or Pintsize back there, I've got no clue.

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[rungout]

I have a feeling I might not find out directly..unless someone is rather proud of it?

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[chatterbot]

Dunno why they would be. It's a bucket above the door, not some kind of elaborate clockwork gear-shifting prank machine. Maybe they just wanted to mess with ya.

Maybe it's an Acolyte?

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[rungout]

They most likely did. [He goes quiet for a second.] Which..for that matter..I may know who it is.

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[chatterbot]

Wait... you're tellin' me you know who'd wanna mess with you? [He's kinda flabbergasted at that. Flabbergasted. What a great word.]

... So who is it?

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[rungout]

I have my ideas at least.

[A certain Seeker has come to mind, considering the use of water.]

I'd rather not spread names, Swerve.

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[chatterbot]

[Swerve throws his hands up in a placating sort of gesture.]

Alright, alright. I'll let it drop in your case.

[He'll figure it out one day. One day.]

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[rungout]

[The smile is clear in his voice.]

Thank you, Swerve.

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[chatterbot]

[Awh, Rung. Your happiness warms his spark and makes him feel guilty all at the same time.]

It's no problem! Just... y'know. How I am. Courteous and all that.