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[huntergames]

[ The feed opens to the living room of Casa Ludgate-Graham with the communicator set upon a coffee table and Sasha seated on the floor in front of it. Before her is a plate that's been cleared of her dinner and beside that a glass that looks to be emptied, too. There's a tall bottle of some kind of drink that can be seen just at the edge of the feed, that only appears in view for a quick moment as one of the raccoons picks it up and carries it off to put it back where it belongs. Another raccoon waddles over to one Will Graham, laying on the couch just behind Sasha, asleep, and it takes a hold of the empty glass on the floor before making off with it to put it in the sink.

They're such a helpful bunch, these fuzzy guys. ]

Hello! This is um, Sasha.

[ Sasha doesn't hold her gaze long; it's always intimidating to address the network at large rather than one or two people. However, she appears more contemplative than apprehensive. ]

Summer is already over. It feels like it went by very fast, didn't it? Um, because of that, I have a question to ask the network if it is alright.

[ It's been nagging at her for a long time, but up until this month she thought she would have figured it all out. ]

Since a lot of us have been here a while and it might be ah, longer... how do you plan for that? [ She glances into the camera again, this time her expression sheepish. ] Is there a way to do that?

[ And then from behind, a couple of raccoons return with a light blanket in their paws, heading toward the couch and tossing it over Will's form. ]

Comments

[aggressiveapathy]

He knows the rules we all live by.

[huntergames]

... where in the room are they?

[aggressiveapathy]

Let the raccoon guide you.

Remember, pics or it didn't happen.

[huntergames]

[ As if on cue, one of the raccoons tugs on the bottom of her skirt to direct her away from the living room and upstairs. Sasha is gone for a few minutes, so April can enjoy a video of her sleeping husband and then one of the dogs slipping into the view, sitting on the floor patiently until Sasha gets back. She holds up several markers. ]

I didn't realize you had so many!

[aggressiveapathy]

Magic involves more bedazzling than you'd think.

God speed, Child of Ludgate. Make it filthy.

[huntergames]

Magic?

[ Does she mean that literally or...

But she's already scooting over to Will, uncapping the bright red marker first. ]

... oh, these aren't toxic, are they?

[aggressiveapathy]

Eh. He's had worse.

[huntergames]

April...

[aggressiveapathy]

Sasha.

[ Don't wuss out now. ]

[huntergames]

I only wanted to make sure! Haha!

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm. Don't worry. If I wanted to kill him, I'd be way more clever.

[huntergames]

[ She's already starting with a red dot on Will's nose, but she pauses again to look at April's tiny form on the communicator's screen. It's always difficult to tell whether April is joking or not. ]

But you don't!

[ Right?? ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ She almost pushes it- but Sasha is being so good drawing on Will. April doesn't want her to be worried future pranks are actually death traps. She's not from Baltimore. ]

Not today.

[huntergames]

[ A nervous laugh, but Sasha continues doodling, making the red dot even bigger so Will looks more like Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. ]

He's really asleep... he didn't drink that much, I'm sure.

[aggressiveapathy]

....did you just find him like that?

[huntergames]

No, he was awake before.

[ How does she draw around the beard? Well, time to make an effort. ]

He must be very tired?

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm. Spent too much time on hobbies.

Don't forget the penis on the forehead.

[huntergames]

Huh?

[ ... if this was Connie or even Reggie she would do that.

Or even Dr. Chilton provided nobody told Raina it was her. ]

Oh, that is... it seems a bit...

[aggressiveapathy]

What? He can't know you know what that is?

[huntergames]

H-he knows I know!

[ That is a weird thing to say and she immediately regrets it. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[April is giving a smirk. A smirk that says she knows how uncomfortable she can make this...but she'll be good. Ish.]

Just keep drawing.

And what? Jeff being a dick to work for?

[huntergames]

Jeff isn't— he is a good boss!

[ He hasn't yelled at her so far. That's good? ]

[aggressiveapathy]

But no future.

Did he hit on you?

[huntergames]

No... he would not do that.

[ ... SHE'S SURE. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ ....oh honey ]

But still not your thing?