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[voreaciously]

Who: 80H and anyone
When: Day 50, afternoon
Where: Lounge; Garden Car

[80H is still mostly dead, but feeling has returned to her a little. Not enough, however.

She can be found in the garden car tending to what's there mechanically (pardon the pun), but she wanders the train and asks anyone she comes across:]

I ask you, what is the point of this mission?

[Her voice is normally very polite. It isn't now. It isn't rude either, it simply is not...anything at all. Just words in the air.]

Comments

[voreaciously]

[hellhound is not dragon. she didn't get instructions for that.

come chill, buddy]

[bowtiedbones]

[the dragons look SO betrayed, what is this UNFAIRNESS

returning with her polishes]

What color do you want? I have black, silver, or apple.

Enya, don't singe the upholstery.

[voreaciously]

[sorry guys, take it up with mama.

also BLACK FOR HER SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUL]

It does not matter to me.

[bowtiedbones]

[they are immediately turning hollow puppy eyes on eliza]

Black and silver then, that'll go nice with your team colors.

[voreaciously]

As you say.

[bowtiedbones]

Silver always goes with blue.

[sits down, rolling the bottles between her hands to mix them]

[voreaciously]

[It does and exceptionally well too, she always loves the combination and does her best to accent her blues with silver where appropriate. It looks very nice--once of her hair ribbons is silver alongside blue (with violet and marigold orange)

But none of that really matters to her, even if she does now it in an academic sense.]

I do not understand why you are bothering.

[The question comes from...somewhere.]

[bowtiedbones]

I'm worried about you, and this is something easy and positive.

[voreaciously]

Why worry? That is a waste of energy.

[bowtiedbones]

Because worrying can lead to fixing what's causing the worry.

[voreaciously]

There's nothing worth worrying about.

[bowtiedbones]

I disagree.

[voreaciously]

Why? Not that it matters ultimately, I suppose.

[bowtiedbones]

You're worth worrying about. That's all.

[voreaciously]

[sounds

well not fake, but ehhhhh]

Do as you will.

[can't even be bothered to argue her own worthlessness properly]

[bowtiedbones]

I always do.

[voreaciously]

So it seems.

[very willful, this one.]

[bowtiedbones]

Mhm.

[these nails are going to look GREAT]

[voreaciously]

[she keeps her hands steady and open but seems to stare into space.

hard to tell, she's wearing her blindfold.

but she will be dead inside with nails that are out of this world]