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"It's Cubefall??"

Cue one more delighted Milliwayser, bounding down the stairs like Christmas morning.

Ava's just taken her habitual post-Arashmaharr shower (the assorted infernal smells, she's noted, really get under your fingernails), and she meant to spend tonight hanging around strategically, waiting for Zevran and/or Sameth and/or Sam Winchester and/or pyramid people.

However, the evening's plans clearly need modification.

Twenty minutes later, she has dismantled a chair and a couch and is midway through construction of her now-traditional Cubefall Lego fort. A mostly-neglected salad and Coke sit off to one side.

(As usual, she hasn't even looked at sample configurations.

She's too much of a control freak to give up her body voluntarily.)

Maybe if Andrew happens by, they can have a painfully symbolic conversation about change and new beginnings.

ooc: THERE AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A CUBEFALL PARTY. Get in on this fort-building action! Open until my brain gives up.

eta: sleepyface merc loves you all! is it can be slowtimes?

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"Well then welcome to Turtle Anatomy 101, I'm your professor Michael J. Angelo. First we're going to learn the names of the shell."

Mike pulls at the neck of his shirt, revealing the yellow armor underneath.

"This chest portion is called the Plastron, and the the back here..." He turns for a better view of his back. "Is called the carapace. The bit that connects the two is called the bridge. The whole shell itself is covered by a series of geometric panels called scutes."

That actually did make sense, weirdly enough.

And yet: why.

"Got it," she says obediently (and reluctantly), though she's tempted to call them the blastron and canape.