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I take Zola's assist and spring up, making it to the farther wall. My legs extend towards it, knees unlocked, compress to absorb the motion, then release and drop down onto my feet properly. Practice dummy this, Haladay. "You can be fun. When you're…
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Zola is so hard to grasp sometimes. "Pax is going to be a teamie. Are you saying I should treat her like a waste?" I want to play around in the low-grav, too, so I copy Zola's motions on a different grav pad. "We're all single position players. Mar…
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I cry out at being so roughly handled..I can't take much of this on a good day. This isn't a good day. "Stop! I was just scanning the medevac's inventory for treatment options!" I raise up my hands. "Please, you don't have to shoot my assistant to …
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This is my chance, so long as I keep my composure.. Rolling Mettle; (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 3, 5. Total: 8)
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I catch Zola's look, then turn back to Ourania. "Oh. Well..I feel watched over. Come on, Zola. Let's go howl."
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I stay focused on Ourania for a moment. She came to check on me..I'm still too rattled to think about that critically. "I fell? And that's all I did?" I nod, "Thank you. Ourania." Now I can look at her. This is the Ourania I know. With Zola's help…
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Stolen. So authorities may be looking for it, if the medical company is aware yet. I can work with that. The piece 'of resistance', as it were, is an automated airway opener. Angelique collaborated with Aeschalus Medical and I oversaw the support a…
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My shoulders rise up before I finally get to my feet. Ourania's here? Her face right now is..haunting. She's not the Commandant. I don't know the Commandant. I know Ourania. Ourania did something earlier, and I don't know what it was. I'm not as sp…
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I shake my head. I could eat, but food is not my problem. I try to relax, feel present. Pax's hand on my back does bring me more into this space, so does feeling my weight on my legs, floor pushing up at me. "A whole stash? Smart." I want to stand …
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I stare at the blood. Swallow away some of the copper taste. When did it get so bright in here? Where is the Commandant? "What did I do? Where's.." Don't be an idiot, Tabitha. I try to get my feet back under me, shaking the ghosts out of my head. W…
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If Zola's going to pout when I gave her a chance to be involved, that's her own stomm to deal with. This is fun, plus I mean...I've never danced before. I think. Holding Steady: (Rolled: 2d6-1. Rolls: 1, 4. Total: 4) Marking 5th XP
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I'd need to get and stay very close to one of them, or steal one of their UI panels or slates if they have one like I do. I might be able to do it from the cockpit of this vehicle as well. The gist is that when jammed, I can still have an effective …
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"Uh?!" I rise up to stand with Pax's pulling, if only to keep from falling onto the floor. I move like a puppet at first, uncomfortable, but the more I imitate Pax the easier it gets. I'm good at imitation. It feels good, the dancing. I breathe ou…
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The red dots. Are those IV sites? Injections? Just a rash? "This is good. The music." I tap a foot in time and drift off a little bit. I haven't been bothered by Zola not touching me - I mean, Pax is here and I don't want to be the next Jace/Oliva…
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Zola's side of the room is what I expected - decorative, comfortable, full of effort put into not being boring. Little tchotchkes everywhere. Her wall and ceiling spaces are covered with posters and fun, trashy little pieces of art. Zola and Pax ha…
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Well, I could try to activate my internal comms but chances are low that they aren't jammed already. Had I a little more physical prowess, I might have tried to drop something meaningful at the bench. I can't attempt anything drastic; they'll retal…
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I suppose I'm thinking of the expense of the operation. The medical vehicle, the uniforms and gear, the greyboxed human bodies and their parapersonalities; all of it costs money. I'm thinking that because these are greyboxed people, identifying them…
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Ourania, please stay Hot.
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"That's what happened." As far as I know. I should probably go back to the classroom, that's the feeling that I have, but for what reason? To check on Zola. To see what happened further without relying on rumors. Ashlee's reaction slowly turns more…
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Why is Ashlee smiling? I don't get it, Rys just beat on her. "Ourania asked for the same punishment. As you. Malcolm didn't give it to her. I asked why and Malcolm left." I look up and down the hallway, then blink at Lucas finally making it. "I c…
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"I think Mark and Ourania are fighting. The whole class is unsettled." I don't hurry after Rys, so I can get a look at Ashlee. I start to reach out a hand to her, but I stop. "Are you alright?"
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I try to force my vision back into focus. All I can do is nod, and swallow hard. What do these people want with me?
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Not what I expected. I glance around. Where is Lucas? He might think he's being clever. "Ashlee, Rys? It's not good."
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Lucas is going to get demolished by Rys if he goes out there alone - if he gets a quarter of the class to follow him, though, I'm going to be down a teamie. If Zola goes, I don't know what will happen. But inside here, Ourania and Mark are losing t…
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No, I've never challenged Malcolm. I've stayed quiet in class unless I needed to speak. The temperature in the room is changing too fast for me to keep track of it. I'm still staring at the blank screen when Mark lays down his threat. Question. The…
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I don't like to be interrupted, but.. Ourania impresses me and I feel..disgusted with myself. Then twice as disgusted with Malcolm. I look around at the class. Does anyone agree with this man? With Rys gone I could say what I want and at least ha…
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If legitimate, they should be willing to let me verify their identity. What I'm really trying to do is cause a scene; I doubt I can frighten someone in any bodily sense but I can direct eyes to them. We'll see if I can even stand, let alone keep the…
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I'm looking out towards the hallway, body still towards the class. I should leave that alone. Slowly, I turn back to the class, turn back the last few seconds in my mind, to what I had been thinking before I was focused on Pris and her bright hair. …
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I slump against the wall behind me. I can't hold Zola's gaze, and I realize it's because I have no hope for Pris, let alone myself. I don't have anyone to reconnect with on the other side.
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They don't have any cold packs or water. At first it's easy to dismiss, but at an outdoor festival event like this one of the most common medical complaints is overheating. I was upbraided rather harshly last year for not planning well enough to kee…