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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

[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?

[huntergames]

I don't want Jeff to do that... I think that would make Reggie mad.

[aggressiveapathy]

I mean the job.

1/2

[huntergames]

2/2

[huntergames]

It is fine!

[ An awkward laugh. ]

I'm getting better with the computer everyday!

[aggressiveapathy]

Sasha. If you don't like something, why do it? Like, ever.

[huntergames]

I didn't say I didn't like it...

[aggressiveapathy]

But.....

[huntergames]

Um, I don't know?

[aggressiveapathy]

[Beat]

You can just....like. Take time off. You know.

[huntergames]

Like a vacation?

[aggressiveapathy]

Or whatever. Paint. Garden. Sleep until you find your dreams or whatever.

[huntergames]

I-I am not much of a gardener... I didn't grow up on a farm.

[aggressiveapathy]

So? Think I was born a raccoon witch?

[huntergames]

N-no.

... it would be nice to learn. A vegetable garden.

[aggressiveapathy]

Okay. Make it happen. Could totally not even quit. Not like Jeff's gonna bitch if you grow things outside.

[huntergames]

I won't throw things outside the office.

[ She actually respects Jeff enough not to. ]

Plus the money helps! With two jobs I have a little extra after rent and groceries.

[aggressiveapathy]

That's-

[ God Sasha ]

You can do a garden at work.

I MISREAD A WORD because i'm not wearing my glasses

[huntergames]

[ Holy shit. ]

... what should I grow? Tomatoes? Carrots? Cucumber?!

ROLLING WITH IT FOREVER

[aggressiveapathy]

All and more.

GOOD

[huntergames]

He really wouldn't mind?

[ She should probably ask her actual boss. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

He didn't mind me sleeping under my desk.

So.

Yeah.