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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Yesterday was a day of shooting- and, very briefly, shouting. Today, not so much. Ellen's got work to do outside to meet John-117's standards, and that takes a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a whole lot of sweating

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[evilontheloose]

"Hey Ellen!" Oh look, a rather cheerful Evil Genius. "How are you?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh- hi, Jordan." Ellen looks up and smiles, though it's a little bit wince-influenced; the burn mark along her right cheek isn't very comfortable. "I'm doing all right. Long day today, out back. How have you been?"

[evilontheloose]

"I'm fine." She frowns, looking at the injury. "What happened? Need a stimpack?" Hers are not as good as Ellen's, but...

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"No, it's not worth it," Ellen says. "It's a lesson in why I need a helmet. Laser burn. There was a robot... Thank you for the offer, though. Have your formulas come along much in development since last time?"

[pickyourmoments]

"Whatchya got here?" Chandler asks. "Model car?"

He might be joking.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Horse, actually," Ellen says. "These used to be toys for little girls to ride before the War. I'm trying to put together one from all the best parts." She glances up. "Hi, Chandler."

[pickyourmoments]

"Sort of like My Little Pony?"

Chandler sounds like he might be a little too familiar with that particular toy.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I... maybe? I don't know," Ellen says. "Were those life-sized?"