[ Yeah that's what she figured you'd say, Friday... Crabb is quiet for a much longer moment this time. ]
Look, I dunno, I don't get either modern tech nor magic so— all I know for sure is I took a picture of somethin' at some point, I couldn't say what [ she can't describe the sigils, that is not a lie ] and the next time I went to look at it, it was bust.
[ Ava said there was interference when she recorded HER thing there has to be other stuff around that does similar right... right... ]
[ On one hand: everyone's right that the sigils are probably important and maybe Friday should go repair them. On the other, help she doesn't want to be in trouble for doing this on purpose— ]
It— it was a couple weeks back now, I couldn't describe it if I tried! [ no really she can't describe it, help ] Some— some symbols? I dunno.
[she nods firmly. places whatever she was working on down on the desk. easily one-hand vaults the desk. briskly crosses the atrium, sensible heels clicking on the uncarpeted floor. exits onto the deck. places both hands on the railing. and throws herself into the sea.]
[ Crabb watches all of this with the kind of dumbfoundedness that stops her from doing a damn thing about it as she just assumes, hopes, that Friday is about to do just about anything but that, AND THEN— ]
—what the fuck? Friday?!
[ Yeah uh she's at least gonna run over to check of she can see her though she's got a bad feeling. Of course she has a bad feeling. ]
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[ Yeah that's what she figured you'd say, Friday... Crabb is quiet for a much longer moment this time. ]
Look, I dunno, I don't get either modern tech nor magic so— all I know for sure is I took a picture of somethin' at some point, I couldn't say what [ she can't describe the sigils, that is not a lie ] and the next time I went to look at it, it was bust.
[ Ava said there was interference when she recorded HER thing there has to be other stuff around that does similar right... right... ]
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Of what, exactly?
[voice has gone up about three whole octaves]
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[ On one hand: everyone's right that the sigils are probably important and maybe Friday should go repair them. On the other, help she doesn't want to be in trouble for doing this on purpose— ]
It— it was a couple weeks back now, I couldn't describe it if I tried! [ no really she can't describe it, help ] Some— some symbols? I dunno.
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[...]
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...ah? That mean somethin', uh— bad?
[ Look she's still playing dumb here. ]
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2/2 tw: suicide
[she nods firmly. places whatever she was working on down on the desk. easily one-hand vaults the desk. briskly crosses the atrium, sensible heels clicking on the uncarpeted floor. exits onto the deck. places both hands on the railing. and throws herself into the sea.]
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[ Crabb watches all of this with the kind of dumbfoundedness that stops her from doing a damn thing about it as she just assumes, hopes, that Friday is about to do just about anything but that, AND THEN— ]
—what the fuck? Friday?!
[ Yeah uh she's at least gonna run over to check of she can see her though she's got a bad feeling. Of course she has a bad feeling. ]
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[ Well Crabb doesn't know what that means but I do. SORRY FRIDAY.
Now what the Hell does she do... except maybe check back the next day but??? ]