Obviously, the middle of the night is the perfect time to be in the nexus. Yes. This is logic at it's finest. Donna has found a relatively secluded place where she's settled down with the following
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When Mathilda pinpoints in, she promptly falls down on the nearest convenient nexus sofa very dramatically and with a noise that is supposed to convey exhaustion. This makes sense if you've had a lot of coffee, which she has, meaning she's not actually exhausted at all.
She flops off the sofa and slides to the ground, leaning her back against the couch's base. Donna gets a cheerful smile and the knives get an interested look. "Hi, Donna. What're you doing?"
"Cleaning. I can tell you're very tired, but can you be an angel and grab me that metal trashcan over there?" she points to it -- it's about six feet from where they're sitting.
"Uh-huh!" She pops up with the energy that preteen girls seem to always mysteriously possess, scrambles over to the trashcan, and brings it back to Donna. Then there is sitting, cross-legged this time. "What's the book about?"
"Me and one of my husbands, almost a decade back. Based on us, anyway. I googled the characters once and found a shitload of porn. Dunno how I feel about that." She puts the knives aside and starts tearing the book up, dropping crumpled pages into the trash can.
Big shiny impressed eyes. "That's awesome. I was sort of involved in blowing up one like a few months ago, but I didn't do it personally. Did you get in trouble?"
"Nice. Wish I got that much for stuff. If those people want something else, you should recommend me," she grins at that, but hey, it'd be a good idea to work her way up in the underworld a little.
Donna grins back, leaning back on her elbows. "I'll keep it in mind. I quit that kind of crap a bit ago, though. It wasn't fair to bitch that my husbands work too hard when I was working three jobs."
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She flops off the sofa and slides to the ground, leaning her back against the couch's base. Donna gets a cheerful smile and the knives get an interested look. "Hi, Donna. What're you doing?"
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