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Free stuff outside level 7 cabin 2. I don't want it.

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[She's still feeling the lingering aches from being ill, but she doesn't pay any attention to it. She has a few good meals in her and too much energy to just sit there. She wants to know what happened. Did any of them make it? Are they all dead? How did Colonel Finley feel about it?

And the sight of her own bedroom appalls her.

So she drags out big plastic bins from her closet and starts tossing stuff inside.

Snow globes and fancy headbands. Old clothes. Who needs that many tops? A lamp that doesn't work. A collection of smooth stones; a glass bottle fused shut.

Beaded bracelets. (Except for one that reads BEST, because she knows who had the other one, who had the half that read FRIENDS and for a few minutes she stares at it, unable to move.) Cheap stuffed animals. A whole series of trophies from hockey. A plastic unicorn filled with layers of colored sand. Old ugly sweaters and figurines and half-used collections of colored pencils. Hand-dipped candles, irregular and bulging and leaning noticeably to the side.

She keeps all her books.

She throws away baskets of souvenir paperweights and keychains and cheap jewelry.

And she drags it all out into the hallway, leaving it there in piles.]

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Such as?

Girl stuff. You probably don't care.

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Probably not. Such as?

My hockey trophies. Dripping with ribbons and glitter.

Why would you get rid of such treasures?

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[ Megamind was, by nature, a scavenger. He grew up with nothing he didn't beg, borrow or -- most often -- steal. It's thirty years of behavior that has him coming up a floor and down the hall to see what's happening and just what's being dumped. A few brainbots trail him, in case it really is useful and therefore, worth picking up. ]

[ He convinces himself it's because he's a warden and doesn't want anything too useful falling into the wrong inmate hands... but honestly? He's just curious and has picked through trash piles a lot in his years. When he has a stuffed bunny with floppy, pale ears on the top of a pile he realizes this is not what he thought it was. ]

Uh-- ollo?

[ He calls because Ellie's in her room, maybe prepping to bring more out, but-- now he feels less like a scavenger and more like an intruder. ]

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What?

[A little hostile. Her hair is roughly pulled back, her hands on her hips. She appears in the doorway.]

O-oh.

[ She's very young. ]

Uh. Ollo. I'm Megamind. A warden here. I don't think we've met before.

[ She can imagine what Fi would say if she were here. Oh, gosh. It's a blue-headed alien. Is Ellie supposed to think this is normal? Like angels with spikes through their eyes? ]

I'm Ellie.

[ Her tone is flat. Inmate will probably be obvious, she thinks. ]

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Why don't you want it anymore?

It's all a bit useless.

Didn't it come from home? I would want to hold on to my things.

Home doesn't exist anymore. Not like this.

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"Stuff." That could be anything.

The tap of metal boots come around the corner far before the man does. He strides up to the pile, white-haired and very tall, in black medieval armor, and stares down at it with cold disdain. Plastic unicorn. Maybe he could use that for... something.

No, probably not. He flicks it aside, along with a few more items on top. Clothes. Toys. This looks like a normal child's things. He feels a little embarrassed to have considered the unicorn.

"Is this everything?"

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She dumps the load of hockey trophies out, and they spill over.

"No. There's some more. But it's girl stuff. Don't know if you'd be interested." Because hulking figures in medieval armor generally don't want to collect the same stuff Ellie does. And she's keeping the useful stuff: toolkits, torches, cricket bat. Hockey stick. Plenty of things you can do to someone with those.

"Girls have weapons. Usually when I'm not expecting it."

This is a lie, he is always expecting weapons. He glances up to make sure Ellie doesn't have an obvious knife on her, in fact.

She actually relaxes a little, when he says that.

If she had a knife, she wouldn't be obvious about it. It would be in her sock, or under her jacket. She doesn't, but. If she did.

"I was shooting a rifle when I died," she says. "It didn't turn up with me."

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[The Piemaker is away, hiding in the rooms of friends until he can fight through his trauma of last week.

His dog Digby, however, is out and about. He doesn't hear Ellie's announcement - and wouldn't understand it if he did, being a dog - but he does happen upon the big plastic bins. Sticking his head in curiously, he withdraws a shirt, holding it in his jaws.

With shirt in mouth, he trots into Ellie's room and lays down on her floor, calm and obedient.]

[ She smiles a little at the sight of him. Dogs don't have secret motivations. They're not complicated. They make love look easy. ]

Digby, right?

[ She settles by him, leaning back against the bed, reaching out to stroke her fingers through his fur. ]

Good dog.

...d'you like fetch, or are you a bit too old?

[Very much the Barge comfort dog as of late, Digby nudges against Ellie's fingers and settles down beside her, head drifting down to his paws.

Oh, he'll fetch, but he'll do it at his own pace]

[ if he's not enthused, then she's not enthused. Hard to be enthusiastic about anything. ]

Last time I held a dog, it was a little - corgi, you know? Last I saw her, she was wandering around outside. And then...

Big explosion.

If she lived, I'd guess she's still running.

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[Two things bring Beatrix down to Ellie's cabin: Sylvanas' current lack of clothing, and the girl herself. She hadn't checked in on her since she'd gone to the infirmary, and from the post itself Bea assumes Ellie's had some difficulty adjusting to the Barge. So after sifting through the piles in the hallways and picking up a few loose shirts, she knocks on the door to the cabin.]

Ellie?

[ The door's half-open, and inside, Ellie's dumping loads of clothes and hangers onto the floor. They're mostly wooden ones, and they all clack together, a tangle of dresses and tops and skirts. Her school uniforms are on top right now. ]

Yeah? Oh, yeah, hi.

Hi.

[Bea doesn't invite herself in, just leans against the half-open doorway and watches for now. This drive of Ellie's to purge herself of her past makes sense, but she remains convinced there'll be a point where she wants the familiarity back.]

It's tough to settle in, isn't it?

I'm not really trying.

[She doesn't want to settle in.]

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