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[needanewbrain]

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[queen_anne_chonk]

HI SKYE!

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[needanewbrain]

What's new, pussycat?

[Has she been sitting on this stupid joke? MAYBE!!!!]

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[queen_anne_chonk]

OH YOU.

DID YOU SEE? DID YOU SEE THE ANNOUNCEMENT?

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[needanewbrain]

Nah, girl. What's up?

[Possibly the most important lesson she actually learned in rehab: twitter is just not worth it. Social media is for interns to do for you so it doesn't eat your brain.]

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[queen_anne_chonk]

THE ADMIRAL MADE ME YOUR TEMPORARY WARDEN.

THIS MEANS I CAN GET YOU INTO ALL THE BEST CLUBS AND WE CAN MATCH THE BEST ACCESSORIES AND BE THE GREATEST TEAM AND BEAT OUT ALL THOSE OTHER SLOBS AND ALSO-RANS.

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[needanewbrain]

I wouldn't hate a tiara.

[Not if it was for Princess Donut, anyway.]

All the best clubs, huhn?

[notsoblackbeard]

Hey, the name's Ed and you might have noticed I'm your temporary warden this month. Need anything?

[needanewbrain]

Bottle of vicodin?

[Yeah, Ulla's been great. But she's been in a coma and what if Skye runs out before she waits up?

It's gotta be worth a shot, anyway.]

[notsoblackbeard]

...what is that?

[Because it sounds like a bottle of exotic booze to Ed.]

[needanewbrain]

It's medicine.

[notsoblackbeard]

So, get it from the infirmary?

[needanewbrain]

Yeah, okay.

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[cactusy]

Your ledger page is a poem. First time I've seen that.

[A pause.]

I want to meet up in person and talk possession. You got a preferred time and place?

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[needanewbrain]

...my what?

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[cactusy]

You don't know about the ledgers? I'll tell you when we meet up.

Time, place. Your choice.

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[needanewbrain]

Is your place okay to talk in?

[Somewhere private, but she doesn't really want anyone else in her cabin.]

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[cactusy]

Are you allergic to dogs?

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[superniceone]

[he spends so long trying to figure out how to compose this message, and then decides that there's probably just not a way to do this that doesn't feel awkward. okay. neat.] Hi. I'm sorry I haven't checked in until now. Would you let me know when you feel up to meeting?

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[needanewbrain]

whatever i guess

i'm in the music room

[superniceone]

Can I bring anything for you?

[needanewbrain]

if there's any blueberry muffins left

[superniceone]

Gustave doesn't bother answering — in part because he still has very little grasp of actual texting etiquette, but mostly because he's just immediately on his way to the dining area to check. He has two muffins wrapped in a napkin when he slips into the music room, scanning to see if he can find her.

Pairings!

[littlestghost]

It's getting the hang of using the communicator to identify people, but it still takes it a couple of hours to lock her down.

But eventually! Skye will find the toddler-sized warden waddling up to her with its sword on its back and its usual completely expressionless mask of a face, huge empty eye sockets looking up at her face with a slight, almost curious tilt of its head.

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[needanewbrain]

In her peripheral vision, she mostly just identifies rough size - maybe it's Donut, or somebody's dog. When it gets closer and she actually glances at the fucking staring toddler skull situation, she jerks hard.

"Jesus Christ."

What the fuck is that.

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[littlestghost]

The Knight doesn't flinch at her surprise. Just tilts its head more at the extreme-ness of the reaction.

Then it reaches under its cloak and pulls out a communicator, at which it taps briefly before it turns it around and steps closer, holding it up for her to read.

hello

i am the knight

i am your warden

nice to meet you