Coruscant- Sunday

[notconflicted]

The good thing about returning from a diplomatic tour was that after the initial flurry of people trying to tell Sia what she might have missed while she was gone, Antares could take over handling that so that she could head back to her quarters. He'd say it was to rest, Sia thought of it more as "breathing for a second without twenty people bothering her at once." Maybe it was the same thing.

Her things would arrive after her- of course she didn't have to carry her things herself- and for now all she had to do was say hello to her dog, who was very happy she was back.


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[craftyladyparts]

"Just do that carefully. I've been there when it didn't go your way," Jessica reminded her. "But I can't speak. I had a hole blown right through me in Battleworld. So I guess just make sure it's not too fatal."

[notconflicted]

"Too fatal," Sia repeated, amused.

[craftyladyparts]

"Sometimes we play by different rules," Jessica said. "Play weird-ass games, win weird-ass prizes."

[notconflicted]

"I think I would call getting impaled or holes blown into us something different than 'prizes.'"

Semantics.