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Is This Where You Wanna Be? Crawling On Your Hands and Knees?
[In a perfect world, Maya would have been able to isolate herself for the rest of the evening. It's not like her to wallow in her feelings, but it's also not like her to be trapped away in a murder school or part of an execution so... not like she has much choice there. Besides, between the influence of Janis, and the sight of her remaining dormmates, it's clear that Maya simply can't... let things go.
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
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[She looks over the pieces, thinking, her brow furrowing. Almost like a scowl. Why? She's never seen it before.]
I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure there's enough parts here that you could at least get the music part working.
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[He returns the cylinder into the groves, where it sits, unmoving.]
I hate to ask much of Varian, but do you think he can fix this?
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[At least that's what she think... Right?]
Varian can create some... pretty fantastic stuff, for a nerd. [She likes the kid. Honest.] If anyone could handle this, it would be him.
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...And we'd actually put it to good use, this time.
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[There'd be a sibling energy there, but Cassandra's never had a sibling.]
I'll run this by Varian the next time I catch him.
[She carefully picks up the mechanism and just... looks at it.]
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Me? Honestly? I don't care. [...] Okay, not even I believe that.
I think my life back home is more complicated than I ever expected. I... might not be able to return home.
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[He takes the opposite side of the door frame to lean against.]
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[To say the least.]
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Are you...wanted?