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I really don't want any more. [ He stresses, just in case the shenanigans are going to continue after he tries to go back to sleep later. With the poles on his side joined, he now motions to join them with Dave's. Eventually, eventually, their frame will start looking more tent-like. ]

Promise me you're actually gonna go to sleep after we fix this up.

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[Dave's shoulders raise in a shrug.]

Who knows. Getting a decent bit of shuteye is kind of a pain in the ass sometimes. Shrieking eldritch horrors and the like don't really make it easier, even after they decide to ollie back whence they came.

[He hooks his half of the frame up to Ed's, then stands back to inspect it.]

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[ With the frame finally looking like a tent, Ed picks up the tarp and hands one end to Dave. ]

You're worried about that thing showing up again? [ It is a real concern, so the irritation lines in his frown ease. They were more at a disadvantage compared to the people with actual rovers to protect them. ]

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No. [Wait.] Well, yes. If it doesn't come back, something else will show up instead.

[He says it with the offhand certainty of the cynical, as he takes his end of the tarp and tries to fit it over the frame with questionable success.]

And even besides that, I dunno. A lot has happened. [Which is...kind of an understatement, between repeated attacks and crew changes.]