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Characters: The Psiioniic and the Handmaid
Setting: 12th floor
Format: Starting with action, but whichever!
Summary: The Handmaid and Psiioniic hang out. Awkwardly.
Warnings: None?


[The Handmaid has never been a huge fan of the star floor, but it's quiet, and not many people tend to hang around here. After the events of the past week or so, she definitely needs some alone time. She still can't bring herself to believe that the Summoner actually forgave her for destroying his wings. Part of her is still terrified that maybe it wasn't completely the Tower's influence that forced her to attack him. She has no proof of that, of course, but she's generally not very logical when it comes to things like this.

So she sits down, leaning her back against one of the walls, which sort of ruins the illusion a bit. Her wands are locked away securely in her trunk. She still doesn't trust herself with them.]

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[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[Usually the space room is empty when he comes to spend time in it. Occasionally another solitary soul, or another space-lover, will come for the same reason he does, to watch the stars swirl around them. Sometimes people come to brood over the endless destruction.

But he hadn't expected to find the Handmaid there, and `iioniic hovers uncertainly near the stairwell when he sees her. He's never sure whether to press forward or retreat hastily when it comes to her.]

Um. Hi. Thorry, did you want to be alone?

[entropied]

[She blinks up at him, hesitating for a moment as she considers his question. He's never really been bad company, or tried to press the conversation when she wasn't interested.]

It's fine.

[After a second or so she feels like she should... Add more to that statement somehow, so she scoots over to make room for him.]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[He stares at her for a moment, nonplussed. That's probably the single friendliest gesture she's made towards him so far. Well, he's certainly not going to throw it back in her face, even if it's not exactly what he'd planned on doing here.

He settles himself near here, careful not to touch or invade her personal space.] I didn't think you liked thith room.

[entropied]

[She's making an effort, okay! The Summoner would be proud. She hugs her knees to her chest, shrugging.]

I don't, but it's quiet.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

Yeah, it is that. Part of why I like it. [He's not quite sure what to say after that. Especially since, if she came here only because she liked the quiet, presumably having him chattering at her isn't what she's after.]

[entropied]

[She's not really sure what else to say, either, so there's an awkward silence for a moment as she traces a groove in the floor absently.]

I haven't seen you in a while.

[She's so bad at this. She's not even sure what the point of that statement was.]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

I ended up getting caught by the Midnight Man in that thtupid game, and it... it really... kind of messed me up. I've jutht been in my rethpite block since then.

[He sighs, and draws in on himself more.] Theems like maybe that was a good thing, judging by the pothts on the network I've seen. I don't really want to get killed by my moirail again.

[entropied]

[She falls silent for a moment, seeming to curl in herself further. Let her fight through the guilt for a second!]

Yeah. Probably.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[He goes quiet as well. He's not sure what he said to upset her, but whatever it was, he doesn't want to make it worse.]

[entropied]

[That makes for a moment of awkward silence, at least until she gets the horrible image of the Summoner's poor destroyed wings out of her head. Now she's grasping for something to say.]

Are you alright now?

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

Yeah. For now. What about you? [It's hard for him to tell if she's more upset than usual. She's never very forthcoming.]

[entropied]

[She shrugs, staring down at her knees again.]

I will be.

[Which is basically her way of saying no, not at all.]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[He's not sure if she's being honest or not, but he's not nearly brave enough to call her on it if she's not. If she's says she'll be fine, he's not going to question it.]

That'th... good, then.

[entropied]

[There's another pause, though shorter this time. She's getting better at this! Sort of...]

What do you... Do here?

[The floor is pretty nice if you want somewhere quiet, but she can't imagine how he stays entertained when he comes here so much.]