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[crackedreflection]

[MT, for quite possibly the first time most people have seen her, looks downright apologetic as she flickers onto the mirror screen. She... also looks a bit banged up. More than a bit, really.

Where has she been these past few weeks, exactly?]

Uh. Hey, everyone. I... probably owe you all an explanation for just vanishing like that.

After the whole fiasco with my fist mission—sorry Lyds, BJ, that one's still my fault—and how my "brilliant idea" completely failed to work out, I got.

Frustrated.

And decided that because obviously it was everyone else's fault that things went wrong, I had to fix things by myself.

Soooo I went into the bayou.

By myself.

Yeah.

But hey! I'm a toy and practically indestructible so... at least I'm not dead? Ha.

Hahahaha...

Anyways, I obviously got back, and I'm. In my room right now. Have been for a few days, really, I just conked out for like... forty-eight hours straight.

Er. Sorry for locking the door, Beej.

ANYWAYS! How have you been doing while I was, er, gone?

[MT is obviously exhausted and looks like she needs a shower, but... at least she's learned a lesson? Maybe?]

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[strangeandunusual]

Yeah, totally! I'm only at the photo shop in the mornings ... Unless you want to come see the darkroom there, I'm at the Gallery until four during the week, and then I'm free after that. Or we could have lunch in between. ... I could invite Scorpia, if you haven't met her. And Atem works at the Gallery, he's really cool. He was a pharaoh in ancient Egypt, did you know that? He tells some great stories. I can introduce you to plenty of people.