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Characters: the Handmaid and you!
Setting: Twentieth floor
Format: Action, but I'll match
Summary: Chillin'. Come bug her.
Warnings: Nope!


[The Handmaid has decided that being "careful" like the Summoner insists is really, really boring. She's sitting on the ramp that leads up and around the outside of the tower, her legs dangling over the edge as she tosses pebbles off of the side. Sometimes, she wonders what would happen if she jumped. She can't die, so does that mean she might actually be able to escape the tower? But there's surely some sort of caveat, so she hasn't tried it just yet.]

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[gloomyapoplectic]

[Kanaya had been on her way down to the fifteenth floor to do some sewing. Unfortunately the elevator did not service all the floors yet. So she had to foot it down about ten floors or so. Which is when she comes across the Handmaid, who she recognizes as that one rustblooded adult troll she saw injured in the meadow.

She stops, considering whether or not to say anything. Eventually, though, her friendliness wins out.]

Hello. You are looking better.

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[It takes her a second to respond. This politeness thing is very new to her.]

Hi.

[She does look pretty unharmed, but her dress is looking kind of ragged!]