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Who: Sandy Marko and open to all.
What: Seeking inspiration
Where: Training Center Restaurant
When: Mid day.
Warnings: Not yet?

Having come in from her morning run through the city Sandy had showered, changed clothes from workout to casual and was sitting at the restaurant with an over sized stack of red velvet pancakes with cream cheese icing and whipped cream with some kind of glittering gemlike sprinkles. A half drank glass of milk sat next to a plate of sausages, one of them with a fork sticking out of it and a bite missing.

She had taken a few bites out of it but was deeply invested in using a pencil to try and map out her next painting. On a paper in front of her was some kind of gooey dripping monster.

It had been awhile since she dreamed about the monsters that had fallen from the sky. About the last horrible thing she'd done before waking up here. Maybe someone in that church had gotten away.

But she wasn't hopeful enough to lie to herself about it.

Having had a nightmare about them (Despite Effie's special sleep tea and Pruna's anti-nightmare head poke) Sandy decided the best way to get it out of her head was to put it in paint.

And so here we found her, wasting another day when she could, should be preparing for the next arena.

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"It was mostly shallows." He indicated a height around his lower chest. "But it was horribly bright, and hot and humid."

Pruna wrinkled her nose, she couldn't swim at all, and didn't like the idea of having to be in water that long. "Well they better no be doing that again, it do be sounding really stupid."

"They probably wouldn't do it again, not for awhile anyway. They don't wanna copy themselves. Then it gets boring." Sandy rolled her eyes using what logic she had from growing up with Television as her baby sitter.

"That's right. It'll only keep going so long as it's entertaining... I wonder when we get boring."

"Maybe that do be being why some people do no be coming back alive. They did be being too boring." She wrinkled her nose, it made sense, all they cared about was entertainment.

"So I wonder how much longer being girlfriends has bought us." Sandy mused bluntly. "That's gotta be interesting doesn't it? I mean as far as I can tell other then those big muscular guys and that french girl there's not alot of romance right now."

He looked between the two, his fluffy eyebrows quirking upwards in a very human gesture.

"I am sorry, I thought you both children."

She shook her head, "I do be being eleven and Sandy do be being... twelve I do be thinking." Looking at Sandy for confirmation because that was a wild guess.