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FC: Wallis Day

— 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 & 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

At this rate, she isn’t going to have a single minute of being sober today.

Curled up on a bench in the hall.

Again.

She’s going to go fall asleep in the shower again and make sure nobody else has any hot water.

Oops.

|| Behold: the she

Working in the hangar, just finding things in need of repairs.

She’s bored.

Faceplanting

Only if said stranger were to ask nicely.

She thought it would be a little funny.

It’s not all that difficult.

Smoking three cigarettes at once

“No.” The nature of her eating habits would be cause for concern, and so she would not get into it. She looked momentarily over to Winni when she heard the potatoes enter then, but then she was right back to idly glancing about. “But I’m usually awake this late, so…”

Since entering the kitchen, Yvette took her first few steps. The honey was moved over to the steaming cups, but she did not yet put any in her green tea. She would wait for it to steep a little longer.

“Um…” She turned, leaning back just slightly on the counter. “Yeah.”

<— Quite substantially zooted

With that she rolled her eyes, and while with one hand she worked on opening the prescription bottle, she pulled out a cigarette with the other. “Right, whatever.”

“So, you came only to talk about the most serious of topics?” From her counter she fetched a prescription bottle, which she held close to her chest and returned to the couch with. “And with no intentions of trying anything else, it seems.”

“I was hoping we’d talk about just about anything else.” Instinctively, Yvette began to reach into her pocket to fetch a cigarette. She stopped herself, fidgeted with the waistband of her sweatpants for a moment, and then stood and started for the counter.

Taking another sip, Yvette was quiet for a few seconds. Then, capping the bottle, she leaned forward to place it on the coffee table. “Is that a rhetorical question? Of course it wasn’t easy.”

time afterward.

“Just start talking, or asking. I’ll give the responses I want to.” Socializing was never a strength of hers. Somehow, she was better now than she had been before her cryo incident. Perhaps less pleasant, but she was saying more than she would during (obviously) her non-verbal era, and the short —

Nestled into the corner of the couch, Yvette leaned back and took a small sip of her drink. She was not looking Cameron’s way, and rather was looking idly about the room. “Does there need to be a specific criteria?”

couch.

Tragically for Cameron, the room always smelled faintly of cigarette smoke.

“Come in.” Her quarters contained the bare minimum, and little more than what was issued to her. As far as personality went, there was very little to be seen on the surface — other than for the workbench in the corner. Opening her bottle of chocolate milk, Yvette moved to seat herself on her —

7’0” of >:(

“Let me get a shirt.” Placing the cigarette back between her lips, Yvette closed the door. When again she opened it, she opened it fully and was without a cigarette. She had opted for black sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt as her outfit.

“We won’t talk about all you want,” she held the smoking cigarette by her lips, but did not yet take another drag, “but we can still talk.”