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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."

[mycursedface]

Which is, a part of Medusa tells her, perfectly fine.

"I see."

[neuroinvasive]

"I didn't ask for any of it." She says again, a little differently. Slightly uncomfortable.

[mycursedface]

"We never do," she says, softly. Then she gestures helplessly. "Just..."

[neuroinvasive]

She nods. She understands, it's a rarer moment but this she does.

"I... er... you want a drink?" She's not really good around anyone anymore.

[mycursedface]

"I'm....fine. Thank you. I didn't mean to...disturb you."

[neuroinvasive]

"It's okay, he doesn't talk much. Aa... and I'm sorry."

[mycursedface]

"It-it wasn't you. You, uh. Don't need to apologize."