Finally cleared up all the leftover paperwork. I don't know how we could have so much of this stuff. Well, at least it's done. Haven't seen Tseng or the President around, so I guess…it's straight to the box instead. Everyone seems to be off somewhere left and right. I hear Damon's gone again?
Taking the rest of the day off then, seeing as I did all the paperwork for that too. I'm clocked out, so if you need me, cell's on. I'll be relaxing at home, maybe blowing out a few candles or something. Probably getting champagne or something since I'm legal now. Not that that meant anything before.
[[Right, so after some talk, the Turks generally rearranged a few things about ages and birthdates and background and the like. Because it was SO confusing to try to handle everyone being eighteen and yet having history and...come on, now, would you give a fifteen-year-old a gun and say, "Your first mission is to go knock the Plate and squash the gentle folks of Sector 7?" But uh, beside the point.
Technically, Elena's older now, for the sake of figuring out background or whatnot. So…yes. Yes, uh. You'll see. We'll see. Somebody will see. Right.
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