#;v: smile 'til you fake it {group verse}

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@dcfctive liked for a gossip alert starter! {x}

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Ciryke, by this time, was a regular visitor to the nurse’s office. She’d fight a lot, with a lot of people, but Sefris, with her deep-set facial scars, was in no position to judge. Ciryke fought for reasons that were beyond Sefris’ knowledge, and she had no right to know in the first place. She wondered if that damned blog had anything to do with the recent fights, though.

Seeing the child walk in, Sefris merely smiled. “Good morning, Ciryke. What do you need?”

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@impulseloved liked for a gossip alert starter! {x}

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Cinder was good with maintenance work--it was why she was so frequently seen backstage. Thick gloves and boots covered her prostheses, keeping them from sight. She didn’t need any more of those stupid rumors spreading about them. Cinder set the drill down and wiped the sweat off her brow, before pushing on the ladder to see if the step was steady.

A shadow loomed over her, and Cinder looked up to see a rather pretty girl, one she had seen on stage before. She was eyeing the ladder... no, something below it. A script? How did Cinder miss that?

“Oh, uh, sorry.” Cinder lifted up the ladder with ease, allowing the other girl room to grab the script.

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The two staff members could only watch and wait, which was the absolute last thing they wanted to do. Alora found the post that night, and spent the next hour texting Sefris until the nurse finally convinced her to calm down.

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Cinder was not an idiot. She was quiet, she was a bit antisocial, and she was a borderline cyborg. But she was not an idiot.

Screencaps of the posts being made were saved onto her computer--a dingy little thing that Adri let her have after her stepsisters already beat it to death, and only because Cinder needed it for school--and codes, decryptions, dates, and urls were being hand-written in a notebook that she would keep at home and nowhere else. On the internet, they could disappear at any moment. So she wanted to have records of them.

Was she going to investigate? Of course not. Not unless there was a good reason for it. But Cinder thought it better to have the records than not.

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Fire was not unknown to Alora--hidden underneath her enormous red coat were sleeves of burn scars she’s had from projects, but this was something new. Several essays from her AP Art History class were burned, as well as a couple art books on her desk. Worst off, though, was her old blowpipe, which she often used as a pointer during classes. She could get the char off no problem, it wasn’t burned that horribly, but it made her blood boil to see one of her prized possessions damaged in such a way.

Ix’s enclosure had burned, but the lamp was put elsewhere with no signs of malfunction. Ix himself was in a box (with airholes) in her office, safe.

After blowing the smoke out of her own office, Sefris found that several medical records had been burned, charred at the edges--but only a select few. The names she saw at a glance--Ciryke, Connor, Oliver, even staff like Alora and Mr. Quincy--had been affected. She saw some of them talking about their burnt possessions. Sefris had little in terms of possessions--but her holy symbol to Sarenrae was covered in scorch marks, the gold-and-white ankh now blackened.

Only Cinder’s books were scorched. She had no pictures, no personal belongings. Only a few books and the couple things she stored in her prosthetic leg. Why on earth she was targeted, she didn’t know.

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