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The first thing she looked for, when she snuck into the trainees common room, was that bushel of platinum hair. If Mikael was in here, this was no place to try and steal from. She had nothing against the sweet boy, but he attached like velcro and she hated having to outrun him. She hated abandoning someone so innocent. But she hated babysitting even more.

When nothing shiny and platinum showed up, she snuck in and closed the door behind her, heading straight for the couch. She stilled when she realized someone else was there, but it was obviously not Mikael. From behind, all she could see was black hair and a thin build and stars-

Her entire body jerked into a comical karate pose, as if waiting for Mimsy to strike. But that hair was curly, and also, she was an idiot.

"Whoops." She mumbled, more to herself than anything. She dropped the pose and walked straight to the tiny mini fridge in the corner, dropping down to go look through other people's things.

"Hi." Her response was short, but as cordial as ever. She turned to look at him once, and flashed a carefree smile, before returning to her important work raiding the trainees mini-fridge. "Yes. I am." And she was, sort of. She was looking for edible food that suited her desires, and she knew that narrowed the field down; so that felt specific enough. Yet, admitting that to a trainee would be as good as admitting to stealing, so her abrupt answer felt like the safest truth she could manage.

She put her hand down on something that felt slimy, and wet, and pulled out a little sandcastle bucket filled with cold sand, and an even colder dead jellyfish at the top.

The scream she let out was not ladylike.

She looked at her hands in horror, as if somehow a cold and dead jellyfish had managed to sting her from beyond the grave, and then picked up the basket in two fingers and dropped it on the table where his feet had been, waving at it frantically.

"What the hell is this doing in the fridge?" She asked, her voice quiet despite how disgusted she was. "Why is there a jellyfish in the fridge, why, please God tell me why."

In a minute or two, she'd realize that the man in front of her would have no answers for her, nor was it her fault. But the surprise of finding a jellyfish in the fridge blocked her ability to reason for just that one moment, so that she looked at Chance with pleading eyes as if to beg him to explain why he, personally, must have done this.

"If one of these guys has a habit of keeping dead jellyfish-" Maebe's murky complaint was cut off when the man took her by the wrist, triggering an automatic shudder before realizing what he was doing. She stared down at the coat he was using to clean the slime off of her hand, and her eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before she looked up at him. It struck her first how beautiful the man was, before it struck her that a stranger was cleaning her hand without a second thought.

But nothing struck her very hard at Deus, anymore.

"Well, aren't you just a peach." She collected herself and smirked up at him, measuring her response until it was calm and aloof. "You're going to have to wash that coat now, because this stuff is sticky. Thank you for the quick clean up, uh-" Her expression lifted in question. The more she looked at him, the more she knew she'd seen that face on Twitter. She just couldn't place a name with a face. "Who are you again?"

She snapped her fingers when it clicked. "Chance, that's right. You keep finding everything interesting on twitter." That was how she remembered him; the guy who seemed intrigued with everybody else's lives. She remembered little about his own.

"Maebe Grace Bertrand." She faked a curtsey as she introduced herself, before hopping back over to the fridge to continue raiding it. This time, however, she would be more careful. "A pleasure to meet you in person, Chance. I so rarely get to do that anymore."

She pulled out a bag of Doritos (hers now) and a wrapped up sandwich that she smelled, and then dry heaved at.

For a split second, Maebe heard him say bad rep in reference to twitter, and tried to make some sense of what Rep had to do with any of this. It didn't take more than that single second to realize what he actually meant, but that made it no less confusing. Her face crunched up in disdain as she leaned back to look at him.

"Why would being interested in people give you a bad rep? Where did that come from? Is someone bugging you offline?"

Maebe was a lovely name, but Grace was lovelier. As usual, she was always second place. She felt around even as she was looking at him, and inside of the fridge she found a bag of cold chips inside of a box of leftovers. She pulled them out and hissed with victory.

The guy with the neck-

"Taym?" She turned around completely, staring at Chance with wide, incredulous eyes. "You're worried about what Taym thinks? Let me tell you a thing about Taym. You stay right there, hold on a second-"

She got up, closed the fridge with her foot, and toddled over to sit beside him, using him as support for her back as she flopped down and put her feet up on the couch armchair.

"Let me tell you a thing about that pompous, good for nothing know it all. He isn't so high and mighty. He thrives on making people feel inferior. Don't you dare think for one second just because that guy tells you that you sound belittling, that it's true. He needs to push people down to get up on top of them. You're harmless. And everything you say on Twitter doesn't even matter. It's like all a big joke in there."

She was vibrating at the chance to talk s**t about Taym. It had been too long.