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[Sulphur is warily wandering Deck 4. Nothing seems wrong with it, but she can hear noises from somewhere else -- and -- well, she really can't expect everything to be okay after Spectacular^2. She's been semi-doped up on pain pills since having the shrapnel removed from her eye (eyepatch!), and she's just now checking things out. There are no

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[Jenjen wanders, the leash around her wrist and George walking happily after her. George is lagging today. Maybe he's tired. Maybe he's afraid of the bombs falling?]

Alright there, George.

[She speaks with a fine London accent. She's very happy she doesn't speak something dreadful like Cockney. She heard a Cockney man once say a terrible word once and she blushed bright red and couldn't even look at him, even when he'd apologized.]

Come along.

[George is being so slow today. She pulls the dog's skeleton along behind her.]

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[Sulphur feels relatively safe right now. It might be the deceptive appearance of the deck she's on, or what she's got in her system, but she does. She sees no reason to stay cooped up in her room, even though something in the back of her mind is nagnagnagging and telling her she shouldn't be out.

She rounds the corner and - oh. She stares blankly before recognition sets in - such a familiar voice - and something inside her snaps through the haze.]

Yyyou little brat, [she hisses, ears lowered and fangs bared as she approaches the girl.] I thought you needed help. And when I let you loose you -- you hurt everyone. Everyone who was trying to help.

[Rationale tells her that if she triggered something dangerous earlier that she probably shouldn't be antagonizing her now. But fuck, she's pissed. (And doped up.)]

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We must be considerate in the shelter.

[Jenjen doesn't smile. She just stares at Sulphur, dark, black fog swirling around her ankles.]

... you must be quiet. Obey blackout instructions. Keep calm and carry on.

[That's what the posters in the Underground said. Keep calm. Carry on. Pretend life is normal when the bombs drop down and kill and kill and kill and kill and kill and--

Jennifer doesn't realise that she's backhanded Sulphur into a wall. Her hand doesn't sting. ]

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[Sulphur snarls as she feels herself hit the wall. Holy shit, did she really just get backhanded by a little girl? She did. Fuck. This. Fuck whatever she's saying. Nothing is really registering mentally but rage. She stalks towards her again, determined.]

Don't you touch me. Don't you dare.

[She grabs for the girl's collar, trying to keep her still and looking at her. If she gets any rougher than this her conditioning will kick in, but she's fine for now.]

Explain this shit! Explain why, after we helped you, you hurt us!