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“I-Is th-the kid here with you?” he asked Auri as he came up next to her at the bar, looking for a refill on his soda. “E-Evie’s gonna be pissed when she finds out I got to see Th-Thirteen without her.” After what happened on the steps of the Sovereign’s mansion that morning, he was glad she wasn’t there.

A cargo train was heading to Six, in need of some repairs. Poppy snuck on the back and didn’t sleep a wink until the train came to its definitive stop. She jumped off and ran until she was clear of the station. She found a group of girls around her age who seemed to be heading home from work and asked if they knew the way to the Victor’s Village. By the time she got there - after asking several more people for directions and clarity - the sun was nearly set. She was sure she looked a mess, but she didn’t hesitate to knock on Auri’s door. “Ding-dong! Cool Aunt Poppy’s here to make Miles’ day!” she called as she continued to knock. 

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Chip was over this shit. It was getting late, he’d barely slept in 72 hours, he couldn’t get what happened earlier to stop replaying in his head, and he’d nearly had a drink. There were Peacekeepers stationed all near the entrance, as well as several photographers that he wanted nothing to do with. Familiar with the ballroom by now, he knew that they kept the window nearest to the entrance and exit of the kitchen slightly cracked to help release some heat coming out of the kitchen. There was always a tasteful, on theme screen hiding the entrance and exit so it wouldn’t sully the room’s appearance.

When Chip thought the cost was clear, he slipped behind the screen and made a beeline for the door. He pushed on it gently, suddenly covered in goosebumps as the cold air hit him. He could feel the ache in his lungs as the change in temperature threatened to trigger an asthmatic reaction. He would be warm in his car soon, though. Or so he thought, until he heard a noise behind him. “Shit.”

Chip had missed most of what happened the night before. He was still playing catch-up. After his shift ended, he had mere minutes to shower and get dressed up. He’d stopped at the bathroom first, then started wandering. “I-Is th-that kid still alive?” he asked, referencing Nico. Things happened so fast, for all he knew the little showman died within the last thirty seconds.

“D-Do you...” Chip awkwardly gestured to the drink menu in front of Auri. It felt too invasive to stretch in front of her to grab it, but he’d been unable to find one for a while now. He knew he had to be very specific at the bar. “C-Could I-? Or is th-there just a, um, m-mocktail you see?”

Miz was getting a little too nosy about what the Tower was like, and found himself wandering onto random floors. He was staring at the crystal decanters on the bar cart in Six when he heard the elevator doors open. “I hope I’m not intruding,” he said with a smile. “Just want to make sure we’re getting the same on Nine as everywhere else.”