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[ It was a bit hard to miss the effects of this flood; as soon as she'd awoken, well. Drenched in sweat and a t-shirt that didn't fit quite right anymore, she'd showered and perhaps taken a bit longer than usual to find some sort of way to adjust to this newfound - body. Afterwards, she'd thrown on a flannel that was too large for her, rolled at the sleeves, tucked into a pair of slacks that are belted firmly about her hips.

It wouldn't do to make a fuss over the network about it like everyone else was. She steals her way into the kitchen, glasses pressed firmly up her nose as she gets a banana, some coffee, and she tries to slip out relatively unnoticed.

But it's mostly the library she flocks to today, large and open and easily avoidable for the likes of most of anyone she could end up coming across. It's not that she's embarrassed. It's just that - Well, yes, she's got some degree of embarrassment. Being a female is a strange new world with which he obviously has no experience, and so Wilona does what Will does - she finds somewhere secluded, and she escapes.

Specifically, she sits cross-legged in one of the aisles with a textbook in her lap, sipping irritably at a coffee, because fuck you and your rules about food and drink in the library. ]


( feel free to come across wil in the kitchen, the library, her cellroom, or anywhere in between where she might be wandering throughout the day! replies will be coming from mirrortouched. )

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[mirrortouched]

[ Wil's eyes flicker towards Byron's own for a moment, a half a smirk on her face, as if to ask, "You too?" ]

You could say that the majority find my particular breed of personality - [ She pauses, glancing away again and parsing over her words before she decides on: ] Weird.

[bodilesswarrior]

[The slightest nod as his smile deepens.]

In case you haven't noticed - we're all weird, here.

ZAT WAS ZEE WRONG JOURNAL

[mirrortouched]

Some ... much weirder than others.

[ She's fairly certain she includes herself in that category. Although there are certainly all sorts of types around here, aren't there? ]

When I wake with [ she grasps at her shirt and tugs as if to vaguely demonstrate ] parts that aren't my own, I start to buy into the whole thing a - whole lot more.

I SAW NOTHING

[bodilesswarrior]

[A low, soft chuckle.] Seeing is believing, huh?

[mirrortouched]

[ If the caves hadn't given her everything she needed to know. ]

Or thereabouts.

They like to play, don't they?

[bodilesswarrior]

The Admiral? Yes, I think so. [His tone is odd; it's a blend of bitterness and affection, exasperation and admiration.] It's difficult to discern his motives, and methods, when we have no idea what kind of being he is.

[mirrortouched]

Yeah? No kidding.

[ Maybe this is all Captain Obvious talk, which is why Wil's voice is descending into the sarcastic, but she's bitter about this flood for skewed reasons. If not bitter, than just... uncomfortable. ]

'Discernible' isn't a word I'd use in description of the Barge at all, from my experience. 'Go with the flow' seems to be more the mantra.

[bodilesswarrior]

Pretty much. [There's a wry sort of edge to his voice, a hint of the frustration he tries to ignore. No use dwelling on what you can't fix. Focus on what you can.]

It can difficult to adjust, if that's not your standard mode of operation.