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[stolengood]

[In one corner of the mess hall, there's a blonde woman with her feet propped up against the edge of the table, hoodie hood up, organizing and sorting and shining a collection of spoons. If you're looking for one you probably won't be able to find it anywhere other than her little nook]

((MOSTLY A MESS HALL MINGLE I won't be replying to everyone!

Comments

[lipstickittoyou]

Need some help with those spoons?

[stolengood]

If you say so.

[lipstickittoyou]

You'll see for yourself.

[stolengood]

Yeah.

[lipstickittoyou]

*Into the cabin and opening the door to a pitch black room*

Go ahead.

[stolengood]

[peeks in and then goes in]

[lipstickittoyou]

*Closes the door and flips on the light. Looks just like this*

[stolengood]

I like it.

[lipstickittoyou]

I knew you would. Go on, have a seat.

[stolengood]

Okay.

[sits]

[lipstickittoyou]

*Taking off her jacket and rolling up her sleeves before setting to work*

So how are you feeling? It hurts, of course. Are you angry though?

[stolengood]

...

So how does film get developed?

[lipstickittoyou]

I'll take that as a yes then. But angry at who? It's okay to be angry, you know.

[stolengood]

I don't want to talk about it anymore. It's not that big of a deal.

[lipstickittoyou]

If it were me, I know I'd be upset.

*Worka worka*

[stolengood]

I don't really care.

[it's a good thing dark rooms are dark. little snuffle]