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[whattheytellyou]

[Sarah begins with a frustrated sigh.]

I'm locked out of my room. Again.

I don't mind sleeping in the common room, but I need a shower. Does any[Static.] shampoo I can use?

This is getting ridiculous. Has anyone seen the deck lately? I hope this isn't some [Static and a feedback whine.] -dent like the one in January. Knock on wood, right?

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[creatingalegacy]

My room is fine. Come stay with me.

[whattheytellyou]

Not going to smother me in my sleep?

[creatingalegacy]

Ha. You're safe with me. Sleep in the open of a common room and any passing sick fuck could try to hurt you.

You can have the bed.

[whattheytellyou]

I appreciate the offer, but I've got a collapsible cot in my room. I was using it before I wised up and asked for a bed.

I can bring that.

[creatingalegacy]

Go ahead, it'll fit. You haven't given me my shit back yet, remember?

[Still just her bed, clothes and toiletries, but she's lived in far more Spartan conditions before, and despite her constant annoyance over it she sounds about as good-natured as she's capable of being.]

[whattheytellyou]

Is there something you need?

[Missing the point like a BOSS.]

[creatingalegacy]

There was something I wanted to show you, but I suppose it can wait until you deign to give me back everything that's rightfully mine.

[She doesn't sound truly angry about it. It's been easier to deal with her lack of possessions since she lost the constant desire to build horrific instruments of death.]

Anything else happen, aside from losing access to your room? Superheated objects, phantom noises, nature taking root around you?

[whattheytellyou]

Mm.

[She's got the general idea that it's a trap of some sort, but doesn't bother to ask.]

Not yet. Whatever it is, it just enjoys locking me out of my room and messing with my communicator. Though the common room on level one did turn into a prairie this morning.

What about you?

[creatingalegacy]

[Shockingly, it's not related to traps at all.]

Nothing. Maybe the Admiral noticed that I deserve a fuckin' break for once, because the only shit I've noticed is in the halls and common rooms.

[She will live to regret saying that.]

[whattheytellyou]

Some have it far worse. Well, better get moving. I'm stopping by...Sarah Conner's? I guess that's her name. Shampoo, shower, then I'll give my door another try and see if I can get the cot out of there.

[creatingalegacy]

I'll meet you at your room. I can help you carry the thing if you manage to retrieve it.

[whattheytellyou]

It's just a cot. It weights maybe fifteen pounds. I think I can manage.

[creatingalegacy]

Fine. I'll see you at my room.