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Sailor Circe could smell the deliciously baked gooey chocolate-ness before she even heard the word brownie. The red-headed senshi had decided to come the Leo outpost, as she didn’t feel exactly up to the task of tending to the wounded. And Leo was well, fabulous in its luxury. Circe hadn’t even gotten settled, or really helped anyone at all, when she heard the call of the chocolate. Sniffing her way, she came upon the same door way that Pollux had stood in.

Although Circe didn’t waste time looking down on the little feast, she glided straight in and nestled in. She dropped her large tote back on the floor, it was still packed with nonperishable food items and a few of the pill samples she had looted from her dad. Sitting down on top of her bag, Circe got comfortable.

“Well, well. What have we here? “ Circe looked at the brownies with the kind of hungry eyes most girls faced with chocolate get. “A delectable array of goodies. Don’t mind if I do.” Circe smiled and wiggled her fingers. And noticing the soda, Circe pipped up. "I've got just the thing for that." Circe fished in a outside pocket of her tote and pulled out the same little silver flask that she normally carried around in her purse. Never know when vodka might be handy.

Before she forgot herself completely, Circe introduced herself to the group of strangers. “Sailor Circe. What this about space-sharks? I thought it was a whale, that’s so … interesting.”

In the back of her mind, Circe wondered if it was possible to catch a space-shark.

Mal had been there the entire time.

She had spent just as long at the Virgo Outpost as was necessary to get her leg functioning, and not a single moment more. It still felt a little too stiff to walk on, and the cuts along her hands and arms had merely scabbed over rather than healed completely, but she couldn't stand being around the other injured civilians. Despite how much time it afforded her to lay around and tweet, it was too much of a reminder that, despite the senshis' admittedly charitable hospitality, there was still a giant space whale out there wanting to Jonah the ******** out of all them. Only it wouldn't be testing their faith so much as it would be digesting them in its massive belly.

If she wasn't going to be of any help there, she had been directed to one of the other outposts. Aquarius sounded like the only place where people were making an active effort to get everyone out of the Surrounding, and was thus the most appealing option. She had been on her way there, when it happened. Her "gift." The slight tingling in her fingertips, the intangible shift in the air.

Somebody had weed.

Mal didn't know how she had acquired her sixth sense, but at every social function she had ever attended, she had the uncanny ability to identify the people she could score weed off of. Of course, sometimes this wasn't that difficult, as neck beards were and/or dread locks on white people were usually a pretty indication that someone was holding. But for her to sniff someone out on space? Well, even she was a little impressed with herself.

She had been there when Sailor Aster had brought out the brownies. She had been there when Natalia stormed off in some sort of indignant rage. She had been there as Regulus and Pollux had shown how susceptible senshis were to bouts of extreme passive aggressiveness. And by the time she finally spoke up, she had already polished off one and a half brownies.

"Oh! I get it. Frost," she said, unfortunately, before swallowing the second half . A faint voice in the back of her head reminded of her things like manners and human decency, and she gulped down the mouthful of chocolaty goodness before adding, "Because you're so icy. Man, these are good." She looked to Aster. "I mean, I've had better ones in Amsterdam, but you aliens know your s**t almost as well as the Dutch do. Props."

"Relax, man," she advised Pollux. "Look, man. If you or anyone else doesn't want to eat any of the brownies then, ******** man, that's your choice. The people who are eating them are happy, and I bet it sure as ******** gets their mind off the fact their stuck in mother ******** space, so if it does that successfully than is it so wrong? Who knows how long they're going to be here for, don't make it sound like I'm a bad ******** Senshi just cause I know how to unwind. Maybe you should have a brownie, take a load off."

Aster's eye then was caught by the silvery shimmer of a flask in Circe's hands. "How much of that do you have?"

"Ugh, jealous," Aster then groaned to Mal as she chewed the last of her own second pot brownie. "I've never been to Amsterdam, but I'm dying to go if I can ever figure out a way to get there that I can afford to take without killing the environment with the back and forth flights. Honestly other than traveling to space, I've never really left the state. And thanks, glad you like them!"

The grin on her face was stupid as ever as she considered a third brownie.

"If I find anyone smoking in the Surrounding," a terse voice announced from behind Pollux as the Spring Handmaiden stepped into the kitchen of Leo Outpost to make sure everything was alright. "I will kill you. I don't care if you're Civilian or Senshi. I trust that the Zodiacs wouldn't want smoke to sully their Outposts. Maybe Gemini, but that really is another matter." Maybe she should start checking if any Senshi decided to bring cigarettes up here just in case. Flora eyed Pollux with a raised eyebrow, managing to give him only a thin smile of acknowledgement. The situation right now was really weighing down on her nerves and she had to arrive to hear about smoking? The Princess would most definitely not be pleased.

Flora took a deep breath to calm herself down, trying to make her tone sound less serious. "Okay, not really kill kill; the Chaos monsters are the ones that will do that if you ever are stupid enough to wander out beyond the Outposts even after seeing what that Space Whale did. But you know what I mean, in general. No. Smoking."

...Luckily for them, Flora had no idea what was in the brownies.

"Thank you." Flora said with a wry smile. "Especially not when you're in Chronos Outpost, if you please." Her Princess had enough to worry about than having to investigate the source of a curious rotting odor. Still, she trusted that Pollux would keep his word, especially when he was fully aware of that she had blackmail material about him on her hands. And judging by the situation, she certainly wouldn't hesitate to let it slip if any shenanigans happened in the Outposts.

Besides, they could party at Gemini Outpost all they wanted. She doubted that Andeon and Mackie would mind; they would encourage it even.

"Food supplies here are for the civilians." She said, wearily making her way over to a chair and nodding at Aster. "I've eaten before coming here." And downed two cans of Red Bull. It didn't seem to help much, although she supposed that it did, at least, keep her from falling asleep while she had a job to do. "Have you eaten?" Note to self: Add rule saying that Senshi should eat before coming here and not consume the supplies. A snack every now and then was alright, but really, their priorities were the civilians stuck here, after all.

So they couldn't smoke here even if they wanted to? That made Flora feel much better. So instead of saying that this was magic space, and maybe it might work if they tried, Flora wisely kept her mouth shut. Then they would have no ideas about smoking in the Surrounding and everything would be fine and dandy.

Except not really. A strange feeling started to settle in her stomach and she swallowed down a lump in her throat. "There's something wrong." The Spring Senshi whispered, crossing her arms over her chest, eyes darting about. Maybe she was just paranoid? Maybe the sugar from the Red Bull she had drank a few hours ago was finally setting in?

"I don't feel anything," Aster shrugged. The effects of the pot brownies were starting to tingle in, and any feeling of pending danger that she could have noticed was far too subtle in this state of mind. However, she wasn't about to dismiss their claims as falsities. "Why? Do you guys sense a power signature or something?"