[ Out in the simulation room—or, not quite, now it's more like the wooden deck of a huge airship—Vira is standing with a pensive look out towards my butty horizon, the wind whirling past her.
When she hears someone else enter, she's quick to summon up a smile. ]
Ah, hello again. Did you want to change the scenery? I don't mind.
w0 - monday
When she hears someone else enter, she's quick to summon up a smile. ]
Ah, hello again. Did you want to change the scenery? I don't mind.
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w0 - saturday
her hands are pulled into fists when she walks in towards the jail cell. ]
What is this...
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