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Her focus was shaky, her mind not knowing what to focus on first. She had to stop the trickle before it crept further onto the desk. No, she had to fix the papers, scattered on the floor. Pick up the cup. No, the spill. The papers. The cup. The spill. The conflict in her mind reached a stalemate and as a result, nearly canceled each other out. Her pitiful attempts at stopping the coffee as it slowly spread across the shined surface of the table hardly made any difference. It had gotten onto the papers, there was no removing it now. 

All she had wanted to do was... tidy up the desk a bit. But now she ruined it. She made an even bigger problem than some out of sorts papers and now.. It happened faster than she had been able to process it. Several papers were now water damaged and hardly legible. 

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"Rita, you absolute angel, I could kiss you!"

Elena had a dead serious expression because she was indeed dead serious. Rita Spencer had just done her an incredible favor, and Elena was in awe of the fact that the administrative assistant had extricated them both from an after-work company drinking party before the last train pulled away from the station. This was a skill that Elena, for all her bravada, had yet to master. But Rita had done it with the finesse that came with her professional seniority, managing to blithely convince senior management that it was getting late enough that perhaps the girls could be allowed to pay their portion of the tab and leave, without ever even having to bat eyelashes in imitation of coy.

"Actually, I'm going to do that, I'm going to kiss you." So she did, planting a grateful smack to the auburn-haired woman's cheek. "I don't actually know if you are kisser so that might of been a little much, but I'm three whiskey highballs deep on an empty stomach and just really really happy I don't have to pay for a cab home at 4am!"

It was always strange how she managed to get swept up in human frivolity. Anything was strange to her, considering she was almost always experiencing something for the first time. So used to the company atmosphere she was that the idea of enjoying something like a ‘party’ was wholly new and almost unnatural to her. She remained in the center of the room, eyeing each dress as they were pulled down. 

Rita: Sir, please think of your health. Maybe you should get some sleep? Or take a break?

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♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted? Every once in awhile I am seized with a tremendous urged to see Elena pilot a giant robot. Some scenario with the space politics of Gundam, the existential anguish of Evangelion, and the emotional core of Gunbuster would be nearly the ultimate flight of fancy. On a less interstellar level, I think it would be really lovely to have an AU verse where Elena isn't a rookie at the time of the original game just for indulgence's sake. It gets old having to limit her to the rigid confines of being the baby, and I'd grown to really resent that because there are fewer avenues to interact with others because she is so poorly integrated.

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why? Usually at around 2am the writing brain juice hits. Alas, I try to be in bed by then. By the morning the motivation vanishes and it's very inconvenient. I have no idea why the middle of the night seems to be such a great time to get ideas, and I'm inclined to think it's just my internal clock being a contrary little shit.

Normally, Leanna would have only gone to Reeve's desk, as it was here that most of the papers she worked was their ending destination. In this case, some information she compiled needed to get a second look over before doing so, and that meant leaving it on Rita's desk. Rita had been elsewhere, leaving the desk vacant. Perhaps that is why Leanna lingered here. There was a stark difference between their works paces. Rita's looked..inhabited. Used. Even if it was organized, there was a sense that someone sat at this desk for hours at a time and had accumulated papers and other items simply for decoration.