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[slayer_fray]

Post breakfast shifts are decidedly more fun than the graveyard pre-breakfast shift. For a start, there's a little less tiredness, but as there's more people around, it's also a lot less boring.

Not that Mel tolarates boring for long. Take now, for instance. Your Security officer for the morning is in a section of open floor by the observaton window, attempting to build a house of cards. It's a training exercise, see? Steady hands, all that toy.

She's not as good as it as she'd like.

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[futures_of_ash]

Like the advent of jingly doom, a geat, unstoppable noise of overdone blandishments...painful? It would cause eye bleeding.

And still be a pimp.

Rachel? Probably did alot of damage last night. To a kid that didn't desreve it in the least. Gods help him.

"Yeah. It used to work." before, well, yeah. Before.

[slayer_fray]

They'd just better hope that they're doing this right then. Angering a god like that? Probably not a good idea.

And yet he's infatuated with her. Mel can see that and she didn't even touch him. Isn't that what we all do anyway, take damage for, and issued by, people we care about? Now if only he'd let either - or both - of them help undo that damage.

"Tried it with anyone?" Splinter's technique can be used on other people, even by psychically 'normal' people like the brothers and Mel as she was.

Between them now? It might be worth a shot.

[futures_of_ash]

Yeah, angering the card gods results in bleeding eyes. Rachel likes her eyes. In fact, look, they managed a whole 'nother floor.

Rachel doesn't understand the infatuation. At all. But she knows how deeply she can hurt him...

Yeah, the damage needs to be undone.

"Not in a very long time" she admitted. Meditating with others was never...something she managed often.

[slayer_fray]

Clearly they are favoured by the card gods. This is a good thing. Or as much as being favoured by a bling-adorned multi-armed monkey pimp god be be a good thing. Maybe they should fear? Or hope card gods aren't telepathic.

Mel understands it. Completely. She can't see how Rachel can't.

She will help, if she can. Of course she will. He's probably is less likely, though, to accept help from her as he is from Rachel herself, as he doesn't like Mel. Probably got something to do with the whole locked up for three days and snarked at thing.

"It helps," she says. And that's an offer, of course. Mel even looks up from the card house at her.

[futures_of_ash]

They are favored by the card god pimpthing.

Does that make them Ho's?

Rachel doesn't understand anyone infatuated with her. A unique blind spot perhaps, but she can't. The term "No self-confidence" doesn't even scratch the surface.

Her confidence is in her ability.

She'll do what she can.

"Can't hurt" she knows it is. She's lookig back, and as with so very few...there's trust in that look.

[slayer_fray]

Card ho's. Which means this isn't a car house they're building. It's a card brothel.

Well, then, Rachel's stupid. They've established this. Maybe it doesn't help that her flame has attracted a flamethrower - Mel loves Rachel, but that doesn't mean she trusts a guy like that to see beyond the fire - but that's beside the point. Rachel's beautiful, as sick as she must be of hearing it.

They'll both do what they can, everywhere they're needed. They can't do anything less.

Rutting heroes.

Mel smiles and squeezes Rachel's hand lightly.

[futures_of_ash]

Well, judging by the number of stories now, it's less a brothel and more a whoretopia...wonder if there's a bargain basement?

Yep, Rachel is. She'll get a shirt.

Some challenges are beyond heroes...like social interaction....but they'll try! Maybe there's a guide book.

"So....we going to do the zen floating thing? I can get some nifty light effects going...." she noted, just a little nervous perhaps, mainly because she doesn't want yet another thing to fail...but...hey. Sister...

[slayer_fray]

There's almost certainly a bargain basement somewhere under the floor of the Bar. And there's probably departments where you can get anything. All staffed by monkey pimps. Ho's We Iz, it's called.

Mel can do social interaction! She's gotten very good at this not hitting people thing. She hasn't tried to kill anyone since Arithon.

Nazis totally don't count.

"We can do the floating thing if you want," she says, abandoning the house and offering her other hand. "I'll help with the lights."

It doesn't matter to her if it fails, only that they try. And she'll never forgive herself if she doesn't try.