Week 2

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[Other than the reappearance of the Overseer, there's no real change in the routine. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets.

No other floors unlock, but Cece and Kip will still be appearing randomly to chit-chat.

All you know is... something has to change soon.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[The logic behind Angel's escape from the room was that she didn't want to hurt anyone. However, if she was forced to list who she least wanted to hurt? Queenie would be, if not at the top, then close to it.

Which meant her sudden appearance didn't bode well at all.

Angel was quick to her feet, turning her right side toward the woman while her left foot inched forward, seeking to take them further away from the woman. At even the slightest inkling of instability, she would bolt -- of that she had no doubts.]

Is there something you needed, Queenie? [The mug was noted, but Angel hoped beyond hope that it wasn't meant for herself.]

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I just thought-

[She halts her approach, watches Angel's body language, and just gives her a sad smile. Queenie can't expect to fix everything with a hug, she knows that. But she wishes Angel would at least give her a chance, like Nari had.]

It's hot cocoa, if ya want it. [She steps off to the side, careful not to move any closer, and sets the mug on the bench.]

Always makes me feel better so I just... wanted to help. [And then she steps back, if Angel tells her to leave she will. But she's kinda hoping they can at least get a little closer.]

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[The... gesture was appreciated, that much was for sure. After some amount of hesitation, Angel shifted, turning to face the woman. She remained firmly in place, rear-end in the grass and fists clenching at her knees.]

I'm sorry. I just... want everyone to be safe. And you cannot be if not for me.

[Her gaze drifted to this mug, wondering after this "cocoa" thing, but she didn't dare make a move toward it.]

Your... efforts are appreciated.

[goteachother]

Hey... you don' gotta be all formal with me. [ "your efforts are appreciated"? That's not the sweet girl she was cooking with yesterday. It was distancing technique, she knew that. She hated it. It was something Tina had learned in Major Investigations and she absolutely despised it.

Keeping people at arms length like that.]

I ain' gonna do anything you're not comfortable with but... I'd really like to give ya a hug. [Immediately raising a hand to halt the protest.] It don't have to be now.

But soon, maybe? [A compromise that maybe won't let Angel hide from them all forever.]

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[Formal was a default setting, a reset to the safety of the place she drew up. The chair was a great many awful things, but there was a type of security in knowing she couldn't hurt others.

And Queenie... Angel wouldn't go as far as considering her an adoptive mother or anything like that, but she had taken on a sort of guardian role. And while the memories of her mother's death might have been vague and muddied, they were still there. The last thing the siren wanted was to completely destroy yet another kind woman in her life.]

Maybe... [It was all she could bring herself to say. The memories had made her throat close up, and now tears threatened to well up within her eyes. She turned back around, burying her face in her hands.]

I'm sorry. [Whether she was apologizing to Queenie or a woman long gone, Angel didn't know.]