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[Matt had ventured into deck 12 today, looking for knick knacks and other miscellaneous items. While digging through the suitcases, he happened upon one completely filled with the letters of the English alphabet.
In a move that could only be described as pure genius, he stuck his hand into the suitcase, just to see if it was really full of magnetic letters. And yeah, it really was. Unfortunately, when he pulled his hand back out, it was covered in letters. He tried to get them off. But they only ended up stuck to him. Excellent There's one stuck to his stomach, there's one on his shoulder, his forehead, and his ass. Yeah don't even ask.
The comm clicks on.]
--stupid thing. A little help? Please?
In a move that could only be described as pure genius, he stuck his hand into the suitcase, just to see if it was really full of magnetic letters. And yeah, it really was. Unfortunately, when he pulled his hand back out, it was covered in letters. He tried to get them off. But they only ended up stuck to him. Excellent There's one stuck to his stomach, there's one on his shoulder, his forehead, and his ass. Yeah don't even ask.
The comm clicks on.]
--stupid thing. A little help? Please?
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I'll be down there in a few minutes.
[It takes a bit longer than she thought - she has to take a break two decks up because panic starts setting in - but eventually Jael gets to deck 12 and starts looking around for Matt.]
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What happened?
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[He holds his hand out to her. Help him, Jael ;A;]
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Thanks.
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You're welcome, Matt.
If you don't mind me asking, why were those sticking to you?
[Because lol, what are magnet. 8U]
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It's not important.
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Alright. So what were you doing down here?
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[He appreciates you not prying, Jael. Maybe he'll tell you one day.]
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She smiles brightly.]
Need any help?
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I'd like that.
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Are you looking for anything in particular?
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Not really. Just stuff. To make it personal.
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Okay, well let's see what we can find.
[She pockets her comm again and pulls a suitcase away from the pile with her good arm, settling on the floor to shuffle through it.]
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He's dragging a suitcase out, though he eyes her arm curiously.]
What happened to your arm? I mean if you don't mind me asking.
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A man attacked me.
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[Forgive him. He's genuinely shocked. This sort of ting doesn't usually happen back where he's from.]
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[She starts digging through the suitcase with renewed vigor.]
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I'm sorry.
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No need to apologize, dear.
[She pauses and pulls an intricate dream catcher out of the suitcase. She studies it curiously.]
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He hasn't bothered you again, right?
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No, I haven't seen either one of them around.
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[He finally spies the dream catcher and motions toward it. Change of subject sounds like a good idea.]
What's that?
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[Jael shrugs and offers it to Matt.]
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