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who: Re-L Mayer & Etc
what: November Shenanigans
when:Throughout the month of November
where: Her apartment, the Quarantine at large
warnings: uhhh language most possibly, will warn for anything else!

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closed for Gladio ~

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[ Somehow, Re-L hadn't really expected a mission to a cult to be.. quite so taxing. To her it was all a bunch of wishful thinking bullshit anyway, which had been primarily why she'd been curious (and, well, bored) enough to go and investigate what was going on. Everything that had occurred on that mission? Absolutely not what she had ever expected. Trying to take a gem out of the place hadn't exactly worked out, but she'd made it out with a book and a slightly concerning injury, which had led to a few days more of reclusive behavior in hopes it would close without having to show it to Bones.

The book she'd stolen is sitting on her kitchen table, untouched since she returned to hastily strip off her clothing and check the injury on her side, though she's still a bit leery about the aura around the damn thing this which makes her want to avoid the area as a whole. In her typical form Re-L wants for a scientific answer, which.. there's none, when it comes to cursed items, but she has yet to try and dispose of the thing. Instead she eats breakfast at the kitchen counter, watching Atlas pick his way across the back of her sofa with a sort of removed bemusement. Trying to teach a cat manners had quickly proven a fruitless venture, and the cat was quickly becoming something of Re-L's spoiled furry child who likes to try and sneak a drink from her glass as often as possible.

Which is why she picks it up when he makes a b-line for her, seemingly realizing that she's eating, a small 'mrrp!' chirping up at her. ]

Stop it.. [ Only mildly irritated, if she's honest, tugging at the loose half-shirt she's wearing, hoping it'll cover her side in case it.. well, does it's usual and ends up seeping through. ] .. Behave yourself while Gladio's here, will you? You're terrible with other people.

[ Pot, kettle. ]

one for Bryn

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[ Meeting people at bars after her shift isn't typically what Re-L does, honestly. Sure, if Otabek or Gladio or someone asked her to meet up she'd go, but meeting up with someone new? Kind of out of her box. Her kinds of risks are very mild, to say the least, if her risk is meeting Bryn out for drinks, but so far she's never gone wrong with these bar run-ins. She's even gained a few friends off of it, in the end, so it's not all bad.

Maybe for her bank account and her liver, but.. they'd be fine. Eventually.

Re-L ducks in to the bar dressed in her typical all-black, patched up as best as she could manage for the moment since that mission gone hairy to the cultists compound, thankful her wardrobe is so dark if anything starts going awry. A quick sweep of the people around and she sets eyes on who she thinks is Bryn, heels announcing her long before she leans a little, questioning: ]

Bryn?

anndddd a text to action (possibly?) for Shigeru !

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[ She's been a bit hesitant to text him, really. Not because of anything in particular, but more... well, mostly she doesn't want to admit the fact that a stupid book is getting to her. The entire apartment feels uneasy these days, and she can't sleep an entire night without some horrendous nightmare about Vincent turning on her or being crushed in the remains of the Dome but still alive.

All fates more gruesome than even being the only survivor of the dome was.

So finally, she swallows her pride, and texts him - ]

This is Shigeru, from the mission to the cultists base, right?

I have a few questions.. about the books we took.. if you have a moment.