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[mycursedface]

Rain, rain, rain.
Rain, rain, rain.

Rain, rain, rain.

It's been such a long time with nothing but rain that she cannot remember anything but rain. Not really, anyway, so it is little surprise when Medusa walks in that her clothes (a sari, blue and plain and in not as bad a condition as you might expect) are soaked, dripping, clinging to her

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche approaches, carefully and worried.

"...hey."

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche smiles at her.

"You're his friend."

[mycursedface]

"Yes."

[street_sparrow]

"Have you seen him lately?"

[mycursedface]

"No."

[street_sparrow]

"And you don't know where he is?" he asks a little regretfully. Gavroche likes to keep track of his patients.

[mycursedface]

"Don't know where I am, don't know anyone else."

[street_sparrow]

"You're in Milliways", he says helpfully.

[mycursedface]

A little crossly,

"Not what I meant."

[street_sparrow]

"Where you are... outside of here?"

[mycursedface]

She shrugs.

[street_sparrow]

"I don't know what you mean", he says apologetically.

[mycursedface]

"No one does."

[street_sparrow]

"Is there anything I can do?"

[mycursedface]

"No."

[street_sparrow]

"Oh."