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[Alternative title: How to screw the pooch.

She heads to the Technological Lab early in the morning once curfew has been lifted, mindful to check that nobody else is in the immediate vicinity before heading towards the terminals. This could have consequences. She's not naive enough to think that Judy or one of the staff members won't realize what she's doing, especially if there's something to be found in the data. But it may very well be worth the risks, so selecting the terminal that had been bloodied on a whim, Angel gets down to work.

It's time to put that skill set that almost implicated her last night to use, for better or for worse.]

[Shit got 2 real 2 fast, and there may now be some blood on Angel's body after #monitorgate, but... It's fine. This is fine. Everything is super, duper fine. Actually, no. No, it is not. But at least they can all pretend, right?

Right.

Once all of apartment 3's occupants are inside their tiny, cramped abode — Angel will glance at the door. Glance at her roommates. Glance at the stupidly heavy axe that was the subject of the other night's discussion, and sigh. They were able to take down one of the staff this evening, but a child is dead and so is Lara. It's not a good feeling.]

... I suppose we should talk about improving our security, unless we wish to trade one of our lives for elbow space.

[It's a joke, but. It's a bad one and falls flat. God.]

( in chronological order )

day 2.
post-trial, w/ ava
post-trial, w/ luke
post-trial, w/ apartment 3

day 3.
early morning, w/ rhys

day 4.
post-trial, w/ jack
post-trial, w/ apartment 3

day 5.
early morning, w/ judy
mid-morning, w/ elizabeth
afternoon, w/ adam

day 7.
morning, w/ jack & rhys
mid-morning, w/ elizabeth
afternoon, w/ judy
kill log, w/ danse

day 8.
post trial, w/ apartment 7
post trial, w/ steve

day 9.
death chat, w/ jack

day 10.
note, from rhys
post trial, w/ apartment 7

[As it turns out, going to bed covered in cold, anxiety produced sweat? Very unpleasant. 0/10. Would not recommend to any fellow Locked Up Girl Gone Wild^TM. It's no wonder, then, that Angel hightails it to the community bathrooms sometime after curfew ends.

Unfortunately for her, there is already somebody else there. Which... would normally not be a problem, no. She has enough self control to keep herself from freaking out at being surrounded by people, despite how overwhelming it all is. But, you know. It's one thing to interact with a person who's fully clothed. It's another to step into the bathroom just in time to see Rhys stepping out of one of the shower stalls, dripping water all over the place and barely covering himself with a towel.

To say she feels an acute spike in her blood pressure would be an understatement.

She turns around immediately, hand covering her eyes like she's a stinking 12-year-old. What is this. Why is this. How is this.]

—I'm sorry. I am not, err... [Peeping? What is this.] I'll give you your privacy.

[Maybe she is??? Better off??? Living with her sweat like a brute?????????? Please stop being a selective pearl clutcher, Angel.]

[Once some other matters have been settled, Angel finds herself with an hour to spare before curfew. Judy's announcement has probably gone off already, but for now... she would rather not return to her room. Not yet, anyway. That can wait until later, after she's gotten rid of all this nervous energy in her. Somehow. In some way. It's easier said than done.

But when she spots Luke, she only hesitates for a moment before flagging him down. She did watch him get hurt twice in the same day, after all.]

Ah, Luke. I'm sorry — I mean to ask earlier, but how is your nose?

[Not... broken anymore, hopefully. There aren't any convenient healing kits laying around, after all.]

[Bodies have been disposed. Distressed crowds have begun to disperse. And Angel is filled with nervous energy she has no idea how to get rid of. Back in her "throne," she always had her powers to rely on. As long as the ECHOnet was operational, she could observe any part of Pandora at a moment's notice. Get lost in the daytime crowds that frequented the towns spread across the planet, but that's not an option now.

So she needs another outlet.

Finding Ava, she politely approaches her.]

Excuse me, about what we talked about during the trial... Would you like to begin our search now?

[It's getting late in the evening, but they should still have an hour at the very least.]

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