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[neuroinvasive]

It's been a while since Lyssa's been in the bar, it's been a while since Lyssa's been doing pretty much anything. She doesn't have the dog with her, instead she has a little stuffed one sat on the bar next to her arm. She may or may not be having a sort of conversation with it.

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[mycursedface]

Medusa has been....flitting about. In Milliways and out again; all fairly normal.

But today, the Gorgon stops and today, the Gorgon stares.

(It's dancing trees,
and being covered with ants until
I scream and
scream
and)

She'd been insane, once, for ever so long - and staring at the goddess of madness, she really can't help but remember.

[neuroinvasive]

She pauses mid muttered sentence to the stuffed dog to say "Hello." Before she turns round, she seems together enough to know that someones staring at her.

[mycursedface]

"What are you doing here?"

Tactless? Medusa?

Never

[neuroinvasive]

"Having a conversation." She looks back to the dog a moment. She's a little more togther when she looks back.

"I just ended up here. I didn't ask for this."

[father_sky]

A certain someone is sauntering over to her with a slightly (only slightly!) grim look on his face.

He says nothing and sits next to her, orders himself some tea, then turns his head just enough to ask "Want anything, kiddo?"

[neuroinvasive]

"Tea, please." She says quietly. She gives it a moment before finally asking. "Something up?"

[father_sky]

Two cups of tea, coming up!

"Yeah," he says. "Sort of."

But is it something he really wants to talk about with the daughter he hasn't seen in centuries?

... really, who else in his family does he have to turn to?

"Maybe."

[neuroinvasive]

"What?" She's a little hesitant to ask but she's happy to listen, she might not give any sensible answers but she'll hear him out. "You sound more confused than I do." She smiles.