[Today was business as usual. Workout, eat food, despair at their circumstances. Really, this shouldn't come as a surprise to Maya anymore. She'd been strong for three weeks, had promised to keep their friends united in the face of these motives. They were looking to her for support.
But then, so was Nana, wasn't she?
As it is, Maya only stops in to the meeting briefly, or as brief as she can depending on who tries to stop her. She has information to pass along, important for everyone else. And then she's gone.
It shouldn't be hard to find her, of course. Maya's always in the dance studio, after all. This time, there's a new mannequin to be found, while the other is shredded in the corner. The new mannequin looks like it's on the verge of meeting the same fate, slashed and damaged as it is.
Eventually she does leave. She ducks into the concession stand, digging around until she has a bottle of water. She seems to consider eating for a moment, before deciding against it.
For the rest of the night, she'll be outside. Maybe she's tucked onto the gayseball field, or maybe she's settled on Mumble's bench in the Garden. Either way, she's staring up at the stars.
Maybe you'll even catch her singing]
Oh, bird that signals the break of dawn, Please stop the clock in this moment Shooting star that gently goes through the morning, please fall down here oh, fly me to the star
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But then, so was Nana, wasn't she?
As it is, Maya only stops in to the meeting briefly, or as brief as she can depending on who tries to stop her. She has information to pass along, important for everyone else. And then she's gone.
It shouldn't be hard to find her, of course. Maya's always in the dance studio, after all. This time, there's a new mannequin to be found, while the other is shredded in the corner. The new mannequin looks like it's on the verge of meeting the same fate, slashed and damaged as it is.
Eventually she does leave. She ducks into the concession stand, digging around until she has a bottle of water. She seems to consider eating for a moment, before deciding against it.
For the rest of the night, she'll be outside. Maybe she's tucked onto the gayseball field, or maybe she's settled on Mumble's bench in the Garden. Either way, she's staring up at the stars.
Maybe you'll even catch her singing]
Oh, bird that signals the break of dawn,
Please stop the clock in this moment
Shooting star that gently goes through the morning, please fall down here
oh, fly me to the star