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[hopelessdreamer]

[there's a very tired-looking face half-obscured by a gloved hand tapping the mirror. When it draws back, Gal is fully dressed, her new arrival gown in a heap on the grass next to her.]

Oh...hey. I remembered how to work it. But man, this place...

[she leans back, scratching the back of her neck and looking around for a moment.]

It still feels like some kind of weird dream. Okay, who's still here? Jessica? ....Akiha? Kris?

Is Martha okay?


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Comments

[hopelessdreamer]

I can imagine. I mean, there are important things and people back home, but...the thought of never seeing you guys again is kind of tough to swallow. Maybe going back and forth isn't so bad? Especially if time stops while we're here.

[she scratches her head.]

Or--it would be if all those inconvenient things didn't happen all the time.

[notvitiligo]

You kind of have a point there. I think I'd be more OK with this place if it was more... temporary.

Though I guess I wouldn't have bothered to get familiar with it if I could leave.

[hopelessdreamer]

That's true on both counts. But overall, the Queen just...really needs to get better at communicating.

I'll see you soon, all right?

[notvitiligo]

I'll be here.

[She waits by the door, glancing out occasionally.]

[action!]

[hopelessdreamer]

[it takes her a good fifteen minutes, but eventually she arrives, sword at her hip as usual. She knocks politely--is this home or not? Does it count?]

Hey.

[she opens her arms before remembering that Jessica isn't a very huggy person, and offers a handshake instead.]

[notvitiligo]

[Nah, Gal's apparently had a crappy day (and Jessica's a little reeling from loss of friends) so hugs it is!]

Hey.

[hopelessdreamer]

[she's definitely not going to complain, and doesn't let go for a good ten seconds.]

Doing okay, staying solid? [it's weak, she knows, and her smile is apologetic.] All right, that was bad. Sorry.

[notvitiligo]

[A slight wince at the joke, but she does return the smile.] Yeah, mostly.

At least it's cleaner than wetting the bed.

Oh, by the way, I've seen Martha around, so she's probably doing OK. Didn't seem to need any maintenance or anything.

[hopelessdreamer]

[let's not talk about embarrassing childhood moments and move on...good.]

I figured she'd be okay since she managed before I met her and all, but she doesn't seem to know any better about going out in the rain, so... [after all, Antikythera was underground.] I'll just make sure her joints don't need oiling.

[notvitiligo]

Yeah, we've had a couple dogs like that before. At least here it doesn't rain all that often.

I bet it'd drive a meteorologist insane here.

[hopelessdreamer]

Real dogs, right? At least she doesn't smell when it happens...

Yeah, the weather is almost too nice. [she finally pulls back and pats Jessica's shoulder.]

[notvitiligo]

Hah, good point. Don't know if Mom would agree, but Mom's kind of crazy that way.

So... how are you doing? Can I, um, get you anything?

[hopelessdreamer]

I wouldn't know, but--

I'll be fine. Mostly I just feel like I woke up from a really long nap. [she stretches her arms above her head.] Were you in the middle of something?

[notvitiligo]

Nothing important. Just the usual secretary stuff.

[hopelessdreamer]

I'd say that's pretty important. As far as I know, no one else keeps track of things around here.

[notvitiligo]

Well, yeah, but it's not like priority one.

[Friends: Priority one.]

[hopelessdreamer]

So what is priority one?

[there you go.]

[notvitiligo]

[Oh, you actually asked it. She looks to the wall shyly.]

Other people.

Friends.

[hopelessdreamer]

[awww. She puts a hand on Jessica's shoulder.]

I think you've got things straight, then.

[notvitiligo]

Yeah, I, uh, got things in line, I'd say.