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[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta had showered after patrol and a round or two of boxing, gone to the basement clad in a towel, and fished a robe out of the box so she could put her clothes of the day into the wash. She sat up on the dryer and toweled her hair off, and considered going down to the Times office, or upstairs to the IPD office in her current state and just

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[headline_maker]

Heading upstairs wasn't necessary to receiving a reaction, as it happened. Having been warned repeatedly by William that she was in danger of being dragged on vacation just as soon as this issue was done and needing to get some fresh - comparatively speaking - air, Sacharissa had headed downstairs.

"Hello," she said, lingering in the doorway and smiling.

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta brightened immediately, dropping the towel to one side, and took a moment to look the other woman over before offering a smile.

"Hello."

[headline_maker]

As if Maladicta had given her some unspoken cue, Sacharissa moved closer, leaning just slightly against the machine. "It's a madhouse upstairs," she said cheerfully. "We're nearly there."

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta grinned at that.

"As things should be. Hopefully nothing news worthy occurs in the next day, I don't want him to have a stroke, if mostly because it would mean you'd be doubly as scarce."