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Who| Diana and OPEN
What| Diana is basically just trying to figure out the situation.
Where| Anywhere in the city, really, just make sure it's clear!
When| Between Arena's 5 and 6
Warnings/Notes| Nothing at the moment.

Diana was...unhappy, if the understatement could be forgiven. Taken from her bed, stripped of her powers, tossed into this world where she was meant to fight and kill for the entertainment of the ruling class...

Well, she was familiar with concept, obviously, but that didn't mean she liked it. And she liked even less what little she'd understood of the situation, of the history, before she'd been ushered to her quarters. As soon as she was left alone she was off, exploring the building, the city, anywhere she was allowed to go in search of answers. Of a crack in the prison walls.

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It was hard not to run into an Avox, in the Training Center. They were everywhere, dressed in plain, unobtrusive clothes, either actively cleaning or standing silently in corners with pleasant, blank expressions, waiting to serve.

Darius was wiping down the floor-to-ceiling glass in the elevator. He'd have been long down, except that every time a tribute or citizen stepped in, he had to stop, fading into a corner with his cleaning supplies tucked out of the way.

"It's alright if you wish to keep cleaning," said Diana, noticing him the man move towards the corner as she entered the elevator, ready to go back to her rooms and think over all the information she'd gathered for the day. "I don't wish to keep you from your work."

He smiled politely, tucking his cleaning cloth out of sight behind his leg, and bowed a shallow bow. He'd wait, it all said.

"If you prefer," she said with a small smile. "It must be terribly irritating, trying to clean with people coming in and out all the time. Myself included."

The Avox widened his eyes, giving her a narrow shake of his head. Of course it wasn't irritating. Not at all.

"You're very patient then," said Diana lightly, unhappy suspicions about his demeanor growing in the back of her mind. "Is it alright if I ask for your name? Are you allowed to speak with me?"

Oh, how he wished. His breath caught, just for an instant, though his expression stayed pleasant and bland. He shook his head again, with an apologetic bow.

"I understand," said Diana, and felt she understood more than she would have liked. A place that treated it's guests the way they did wasn't likely to be very kind to it's servants. "I don't wish you to cause you trouble."

He shook his head, smile widening. No, no, the expression said. Of course she wasn't causing him trouble. He made a slightly gesture towards the glass with his cloth. She really didn't mind?

Diana watched him curiously for a moment before her eyes widened, realizing what he meant. "Oh, no! No, it's fine, really, go right ahead." She smiled at him and turned back to the doors, only to realize they'd passed her floor. "Oh, damn." She shook her head ruefully and hit the button again. "Guess I'm going the rounds again."

He gave her a sympathetic look, and he couldn't be quite sure what decided him, but he took a risk. Putting his cloth to the glass, he started to scrub again, pressing hard enough to leave a thin trail of suds.

A thin trail that wound in a certain set of shapes. Darius, he wrote, and waited just long enough for her to see it before wiping it away.

Diana saw, took it in before quickly turning away, as though she was curious about the interior of the elevator. So. That's how it was, here.

"It looks like I might be here for a little while," she said, after a moment's thought. "Since you'll be serving me, you should know my name, to make things simpler. It's Diana. So if anyone asks for, you know who they mean."

He nodded, face open with an eagerness to serve. Absolutely anything he could do, the offer was obvious. As it was supposed to be.

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