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Disco Dome "castle"- Monday morning

After a week of this, Sia was pretty much over it. Walking around herself was fine, but she was tired of moving when anyone else got up, she was tired of having to live out of a bag, and she was beginning to wonder if she could bribe the squirrels into not reporting it if she just decided to move back to the dorms.

And if that was all at the forefront of her mind, it was because she was rummaging through her bag only to realize she'd left some things at the dorms, and also because she could tell Vitor was going in circles to find a place to lay down because of the way the castle was moving. Just one more week. Just one more...

[Mostly for one, but open with SP!]

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Of course he knew that.

"Oh, then this place suits me perfectly," she said dryly.

"You don't feel the urge to get up and dance?" Atton drawled.

"Oddly no. Maybe it's because I've done enough bouncing already." Enough for a lifetime, even.

"Woo," Atton deadpanned.

"Oh, shut up," she said, looking embarrassed.

"Oh, come on," Atton said. "You've got to laugh at 'woo'. 'Woo' was ridiculous."

"Which is why I would love to forget 'woo' ever happened." Though she had a tattoo now, so good luck there.

"You have to learn to laugh at yourself a little, Si," Atton said, flopping over on the bouncy mattress. "The island made you play the fool, so what? There's worse things to be for a day."

"It'd be easier if I didn't remember the hangover so vividly." she said. "Or remember the last half of my night..."

"What, there was more?"

"Well, I left the bar at some point," she said. And then everything was bad.

"I thought you'd gone home," Atton said.

This was very exciting, Sia.

"After the tattoo, yes. At least, I think so."

He was going to find out anyway, she might as well just say it.

"Wait, you got a tattoo?" Atton asked, blinking. "Anywhere decent?"

"Yes," she said quickly, because she was pretty sure even as a woo girl she wouldn't have been stupid enough to get something anywhere bad.

"So what is it? And-- why? Still the gremlin venom, or...?"

"It's the symbol of the Empire," she said. "And I suppose it was the gremlin venom mixed with far too much alcohol."

"No, seriously, where did you get it?" Atton said, staring.

"My back." See, nothing bad.

"Huh," Atton said. "Marasiah with a back tattoo. Now I've heard everything."

"And I didn't even get it removed or anything."

The "yolt" was gone, though. There was no way in hell she was keeping that.

"Living dangerously there, Si," Atton drawled. "You're going to turn into Cade at this rate."

"Yes, there's a huge risk of that. I'll start cutting the sleeves off my clothes this afternoon," she said.

"Make sure to swear in Huttese every other word," Atton advised. "Start collecting venereal diseases..."

"I'd like to skip that last part," Sia said. "I can't imagine a situation where that wouldn't make things uncomfortable."

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