11 [Video]

[fingersloophole]

[It is your day off. As much of one as you have anyway. You spent the day easily enough but now it's three in the morning and there is a phone call. One of your Turks. Telling you that there's a tiny problem with something and won't you please come deal with it

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[machiavellisms]

Reminiscing, are we?

[fingersloophole]

Dreaming about unfortunate wardrobe issues, it seems. I had to throw that suit away.

[machiavellisms]

It was worth it, I'm sure.

[fingersloophole]

Only the fifth time you did something similar and finally stopped.

[breakspromises]

That...seems so not fun.

[fingersloophole]

All part of the job. Or so I tell myself.

[breakspromises]

Seems like you're a babysitter.

[fingersloophole]

He's all grown up now. That was...many years ago. I was for a time.

[wellsuited]

[Elena has seen many things during her time here. Things that would shake a lesser Turk.

But nothing quite as horrible as this.]

I...I didn't see a thing!

[fingersloophole]

Be pleased you weren't a Turk for some of the...more spirited years.

[wellsuited]

Sir! I'll find a way to have this erased! [Pfff, peoples' memories included?]

[fingersloophole]

...it's quite alright, Elena. It was just vomit.