Room 506, Saturday afternoon

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo had managed, she hoped, to finally get all the parts she needed to attempt to repair her drone. The one that had crashed all on its own, slamming into the ground and skipping without any input from her at all

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[crimson_sister]

Sadly, Lucille was just walking past Ringo's room. She had not expected something flying through the door at high speed, and threw herself on the floor to avoid getting hit. A moment later, she pushed herself to her feet. The expression on her face was one of intense displeasure.

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo rushed to the door, looking around worriedly. "Ohmygosh! Lucille! Are you okay? Did it hit you?"

[crimson_sister]

"No," Lucille replied curtly, brushing dust from her skirt. "What did you think you were doing?"

[soniaroadsqueen]

"Huh? You mean fixing my drone?" Ringo didn't understand why Lucille seemed so upset. No one had gotten hurt, after all!

[notcancelled]

Mayday wandered back to the room after spending some time at the gym, only to hear the sound of whirring and crashing. "Should I stay out a little bit longer?" she checked as soon as it sounded safe to stick her head in.

[soniaroadsqueen]

There was a moment of silence as Ringo considered that. Then she called out. "Should be good now. Not sure what went wrong, but all the pieces flying around should be done for the moment."

[notcancelled]

"How long of a moment? And pieces of what, exactly?' Mayday checked as she cautiously walked into the room and immediately looked for how much drone scrap might be on her side.

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo laughed. "It's all turned off now, so a long moment?" She climbed up from the floor. "I think it was just the propeller? Doesn't look like anything else is missing."

She shot a glance at Mayday. "You didn't get hit, did you?"