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[antivenomette]

[In the corner of the mess hall, way out of the way, Anya is hunched over with her head down on the table]

((ooc: anya is updating! She is sad! Not important enough for a comm post but anyone is welcome to tag in!))

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[2nd_slinger]

[Someone has just strolled in from his afternoon patrol, and is wandering over with a cup of coffee.]

Y'know, they have actual beds an' things here.

[antivenomette]

[rests her chin on her hands. hasn't been crying but just... looks exhausted and a bit empty]

I had no idea.

[2nd_slinger]

[... well. That's less than ideal.]

Um... Why do I get the feelin' this might not be a joking kind of mood...?

[antivenomette]

[in civvies still but her costumed icons have better expressions]

I'm really not, Rico.

[2nd_slinger]

[Crossing the rest of the distance between them quickly, pulling up a seat beside her.]

Is something wrong, Anya?

[antivenomette]

[slowly shakes her head but tears well up]

[2nd_slinger]

Hey...

[Oh, bad. Reaching for one of her hands.]

Hey, talk to me, here.

[antivenomette]

[Lets him take it, wiping her eyes with another hand and not looking at him]

You've been here a long time, right? You ever... just know new things that happened?

[2nd_slinger]

Uh... Yeah, I guess--once. It was right after the first time they let us go on Vacation. I got back and it... It was like six months of my life had just happened, like I remembered it without doin' any of it.

[antivenomette]

[nods]

Few weeks but...

[2nd_slinger]

...

What happened?

[antivenomette]

[hollow and quiet]

Dad.

[2nd_slinger]

... oh.

Oh, god...

[antivenomette]

[lets go of his hand puts her head down on her arms]

Maybe they're not real.

[2nd_slinger]

That's...

... possible.

[antivenomette]

… I know it's not true, though.