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4th Floor Common Room [Saturday, Late Morning]
Angela was up, once again comparatively early for a weekend. She'd got an good long night of sleep, so it was only after she listened to the radio podcast she realised she'd missed an all out corridor make out session last night. That was just sad.
So sad, that she was microwaving popcorn and half-watching a Gelmoore Gals rerun. Yes, popcorn for breakfast. Sort of. Whatever, it smelt great, and with any luck it would taste that too.
It was a weekend, popcorn brunch was entirely acceptable.
And, yeah okay, she wasn't that sad, really. It was a weekend.
[[Open common room is all open. I don't want to have to do work today.]]
So sad, that she was microwaving popcorn and half-watching a Gelmoore Gals rerun. Yes, popcorn for breakfast. Sort of. Whatever, it smelt great, and with any luck it would taste that too.
It was a weekend, popcorn brunch was entirely acceptable.
And, yeah okay, she wasn't that sad, really. It was a weekend.
[[Open common room is all open. I don't want to have to do work today.]]

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"What would you normally be doing?" she asked.
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That was, after all, when most subversive groups met.
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"Where's home for you, anyway?" she asked.
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Home was complicated.
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Angela's theory, was always that if you offer a little yourself, you were more likely to get something back. Subtlety sometimes went a long way.
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Her slight smile sank a bit. "And then there's Hilshire." Who she hated. Or loved. Family was hard.
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"Hilshire?" she asked after a moment. Unusual name, that one.
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Even if it didn't, really.
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"Right," she said after a moment. "And that really means, what?"
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Triela didn't really know how to explain the complexities of their relationship. Part big brother, part father figure, part partner, part teacher, part mentor... There were a lot of parts.
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"So, like... a boss?" Angela tried. "But, I guess there's a bit more to it than that." It wasn't the sort of relationship she really knew a whole lot about.
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"In theory he's also supposed to teach me how to do my job, but," she scowled, "I don't need help with that." Triela didn't have much in the way of doubt when it came to her ability to do her job well.
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"And I thought normal relationships were complicated," she said after a moment.
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"Even people around here?" she asked. "Because they're normally pretty accepting of everything.
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"The Agency, pretty rationally if you think about it, isn't too excited about the idea of cybernetically enhanced teenagers with combat training just wandering around. So they came up with a pretty complex cocktail of drugs and social conditioning in order to keep us in line."
"We literally have to obey orders. And even suggestions are hard to resist."
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That was definitely... yeah, 'disconcerting' about covered it. "That doesn't seem ethical to me." Trying to keep her response mild, here.
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Part of the whole package was not being able to get upset over it.
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As if that were the same thing.
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