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[savethedarkness]

Alright, that's enough of that.

[it's a general declaration, really, made firmly and confidently over the journals. what, exactly, she's referring to is unclear, but considering that Emma's voice hasn't been publicly heard in a while, it's probably not hard to guess at her meaning, even generally]

I'd like to remind you all that the Death Match on the second floor is open for business, and I'll be needing at least one more good bartender to take a shift or two. I'll be here until seven if anyone would care to come by and apply, or just have a look round. Then I'm breaking for supper, after which I'll be back for a few more hours.

[she's not even going to mention or filter to her security detail, or Bond, or Silva. if the prig can't even bring himself to kill her, she figures she's safe enough for now, especially with the clinic right down the hall. she's recovered, and spent her time watching everyone else come and go. time to get back to living her damned life.]

Comments

[mal_addict]

Can't say I'm much one for labour, it's against my species. But I've been doing a lot of things against my species lately. [And actually doing something might help her deal with the loneness she's been feeling recently] Should you need a bartender-come-bouncer, I might be willing to give it a try.

[savethedarkness]

Hello, Maladict. I could never turn down bouncers, especially in a place that used to be known for its fights. Consider it done.

[mal_addict]

Excellent, it'll give me something to do.

[By which she means it'll give her focus, she's so desperately lacking in it now]

[savethedarkness]

Funny, that's the same logic I employed when I took up the place. Surprising how often people are left with naught to do, even in someplace like this, isn't it...

[mal_addict]

Well, after you've been here for a few yours, you exhaust all the things you can really do wile abstaining from wishing for things.

[savethedarkness]

You mean to say, you don't wish for anything at all? I can understand why, but I would think it could make some things rather difficult, couldn't it?

[mal_addict]

Not for a single thing. [She nods] It can be, but I don't need food to live, and there's a town to use for material goods, should I ever need them.

[savethedarkness]

Well, I commend you for your thrift. That's more of a feat than some would think, speaking as someone who's grown accustomed to the odd wish herself.

[mal_addict]

I don't really mind it. I came from nobility, I gre up having everything I ever wanted, whenever I wanted it. It got stale.

[savethedarkness]

I've heard that it does. [she grew up comfortably enough, if not filthy rich, but she can relate to some extent]

Either way, welcome aboard, I suppose. I'll make sure I've plenty of coffee on hand.

[mal_addict]

It's always wise, it keeps me happy and sane, after all. [Once day, she will tell M about the SUPER FUN HAPPY hallucinations she gets when she's deprived of the stuff. Yay]