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[wheyoftheadept]

[Saturday looks like hell.  She's showered, at least - her hair is wet and there's a towel around her neck, but her visible skin is covered in scrapes and bandages, and there are bags under her eyes.]

Hi, guys.  Just got back from - well, I'm gonna be real honest here and tell you my own memories are a little fucked. Jorg pulled me right outta medical to run escort on some civvie caravan.  We ran into a Stuff storm.  They tell me it's been like two months?

 [She runs a hand through her hair, wearily.] 

What have I missed?

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[kingofneworleans]

[That sobers him up straight away. The grin becomes a press of lips in a line as Remy listens, then shakes his head.]

Dey really shouldn't've sent you out on your own like dat. Definitely a multiple person job. Did dey wanna lose de science team?

[wheyoftheadept]

Or lose me. Or they thought it wasn't that bad. Or someone put the wrong numbers in the number machine an' no one thought to check. A joint this out of joint, there's no way to know.

[She shakes her head, reminded of her disgust for this place.]

Anyway, near as I can figure there was some kind of time effect. I thought I'd only been out there about a week.

[kingofneworleans]

Merde.

[Remy sits back, shaking his head.]

Small favors, dat. 'Least you didn' have to do dat for two mont's straight. Not dat a week ain't long 'nough.

[wheyoftheadept]

I think I would have just given up and let the desert have them, actually, if it had been that long. [Saturday says this with a thoughtfulness that is almost, but not quite, joking]

Anyway, I hear now we have to worry about face-stealing shapeshifters.

[kingofneworleans]

Would've deserved it, too.

[Remy doesn't go out of his way to kill people. But he's too much of a pragmatist to think everybody deserves to be saved, especially when they're trying real hard to get themselves dead.]

[He does huff a laugh, running his hand back through his still damp hair.]

Non, we ain't gotta worry 'bout dose any more. Turns out dey go up like a Roman Candle on de Fourth. Anyt'in' dat'll start a spark and fwoosh.

Stink like nobody's business, though.

[wheyoftheadept]

Is it as bad as that skunk thing? Because that was the worst shit I ever smelled.

What exactly was the play by play on it? How'd you guys figure out it stole Adora's face.

[That is still so creepy, as a concept; if this is a thing that can happen, Saturday has to assume it could keep happening. And she would really like it to not happen to her.]