Second floor common room, early Sunday afternoon

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When Cassandra was feeling restless, she usually found somewhere quiet to work out. Today, however, she felt like she needed a change.

Which was why she'd moved some of the furniture around in what looked to be a pretty random arrangement. Seats facing in all sorts of directions did not, after all, make a lot of sense for most purposes.

It might have made slightly more sense for what Cassandra was doing, which involved moving in random directions around the room without touching the floor.

Conversation might actually be a less disruptive form of entertainment.

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"About what?" Cassandra asked as she lifted one foot of her own.

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"That I'm too weird to function properly," Turtle answered simply, calculating a troublesome distance. She knew she couldn't make this next one, so she sat on the back of the chair while pulling up the seat cushion and throwing it on the floor between the next obstacle and herself. "But if I remind you of someone else, then at least I'm not too weird that I'd be alone in my weirdness."

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"Oh. That," Cassandra's voice was subdued, "I worry about that sometimes too." Though... probably not for quite the same reasons.

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"Good," Turtle said, hopping onto the cushion. "That's another thing that's more normal-ish, then, too."

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Cassandra pursed her lips, "I'm not sure I'm all that... normal." Not that she wanted to discourage Turtle, of course.