OFFICE HOURS

[didntgetdadslooks]

Got something you want to say to your good friend The Professor's Assistant? Come on in, don't be shy! Her official hours are daylight hours - girl has to sleep? after all, probably - but if you knock on the door at night she'll generally answer. Please just make sure to leave the in-game date and time in the header of your toplevel!

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Comments

[nothingcanstop]

[ She's very quiet. Not...really moving, much. Her hands slide down the side of her face to fall limp at her side.

There's a part of her that wants to snap, that she doesn't want to hear this, not from Angel. Could Angel help it? ...Does Angel really have a choice in the matter? It's not fair, none of this is fair. Not a single part of this.

Della murmurs: ] Ten years. I'll never get those ten years back.

[ And then, she sits up. At least, she raises her head. ]

I'm...gonna think on this more. In the present. No changing the past.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel nods. ]

Good plan.

[nothingcanstop]

[ She stands, takes a moment, and... ]

I'm not... I don't know. I don't expect to be back here like this again, but, if I do... Tell me I said that. Smack some sense, or...something.

[didntgetdadslooks]

If that's what you want. Metaphorically, anyway, I don't... I'm not great at the physical smacking. But just... keep on keeping on, for now.

[nothingcanstop]

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

[ She starts to leave, but. ]

...Take a look around the cartography room sometime. You'll find some things you might recognize.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ She nods. ]

Will do. Goodbye, Della.