The Deck [Tuesday, Afternoon]

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Effy definitely still wasn't going to be going out of her way to be sociable. Like she ever did. But she was at least out on the deck, ignoring her problems in public with a bottle of water, rather that privately with a bottle of something stronger.

Something that got said to her must've stuck. At least for now.

Looking a little better than she had been, if still not well, she was stretched out on a lounger, headphones in, preoccupied in watching the clouds since there was quite a few of them spread across the sky today. Didn't have any workshops until tomorrow. So, relaxing. Or trying to. Not finding it particularly easy, and she needed all of that she could get at the moment, she really did.

[[Open deck, relatively sane Effy.]]

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He looked at her, frowning a little. "Did -- I didn't see you where I was, when I ended up in Fucked-up Radiation Land. Were you here?"

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Effy twisted her lips in a particular dislike of the answer she had to give. "Nope." Wished she had been, though. "Fucked-up somewhere else."

She fiddled idly with her iPod, winding the headphone wire around her fingers. "Not my idea of a weekend break."

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He smiled a little -- not the usual cocky grin he flashed her way, but something smaller, more sympathetic. "I'm sorry. It blew where we were, too. Though I got to carry around a sweet chainsaw."

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Pretty sure that weekend blew wherever you were. People who got to just vanish aside, anyway. She shrugged jerkily, not quite able to bring her usual smooth nonchalance on this particular occasion.

"Chainsaw," she repeated instead, glancing across at him. Well that sounded... macho. "Can't believe I missed that. Least you've got a bright side."

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"I didn't use it, but it was pretty awesome," Puck sighed. "But there was some scary shit where we were. Can't imagine things were much better for you."

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Her eyes very briefly strayed to the paling scratches on her arms, and she shook her head. "Probably not," she agreed, a little distant as she slipped back into her own thoughts for a moment.

It took a couple more before she yanked herself firmly back into the present with an inhaled breath. "Didn't even get a neat chainsaw." Not that she'd have been much good with one anyway. Still trying not to think of that weekend at all, as much as she could help it. "How shit is that?"

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He smiled a little, watching her. "You were probably pretty badass just on your own," he offered.

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A little smirk graced her lips again. "Got boots made for kicking the crap out of things," she told him. Benefits of her chosen style.

"So. Like to think I'm that already." Not everyone agreed. The few people who really knew her, anyway.

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"I would put money on you in a fight against pretty much anyone," Puck agreed, nodding.

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"Aw, only 'pretty much'?" He was probably being overly generous even on that. Effy wasn't exactly built for fights, unless it was one of wills. But hey, she'd try for whatever she could get.