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Cabot and Associates - Tuesday, 9/15

Fiona was in a good mood, but she was also considering something that she didn't particularly want to consider.

The clinic.

Professor Atreides had asked her to check in with the clinic since her system was considerably less than normal and she'd promised that she would. But she had no interest in seeing the cots lined up as they had been during the terrible dream-coma incident and the idea of actually being the patient...

Someone was a little more perturbed by her experiences than she liked to admit.

That said, she'd promised, so she had to go, but she was wondering if she should ask someone to go with her and if so, who.
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If you're looking for the girl.

Triela did not require legal services or legal aid. What she required was students eligible to vote for Student Council. Who could somehow be convinced to vote for her.

Yeah. That second part was the hard one.

Fiona looked up from her work to blink at Triela of all people standing there.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Yes," Triela declared. "You can vote for me for Student Council!"

Apparently today was not the day for preambles.

...blink.

Blink blink.

"Ooo kaay," she said with a very skeptical raise of an eyebrow.

"Why should I vote for you?"

Fortunately other people had asked her that question, so Triela actually had what she thought was a decent answer. "I'm quite level-headed, and I have a background in security. It would be useful to plan our school events with that in mind considering how often the island gets attacked."

Bizarrely enough, that was the right answer. Pre-planning. Security measures.

Fiona was, in fact, rather easily sold.

"All right," she said with a lift of her head, "you have my vote."

"Awesome," Triela grinned.

"And with that out of the way: what's up?"

She glanced at her desk.

"Not much, really. Dreading a chore. Considering a weekend trip to see my brother. Trying not to be too distracted. Yourself?"

"Realizing just how bad I am at campaigning, looking forward to blowing off some steam at gun club tomorrow."

She ducked her head a little.

"I wish I could have signed up. Did a lot of people?"

"I... actually have no idea," Triela admitted with a laugh.

"Oh? Is it your club?"

"Yes, but I wasn't able to man our booth at the club fair." Last minute calls to return to Rome could be inconvenient. "So I didn't get an official roster. A pretty good number of people show up, though."

She flashed a grin. "And just because you didn't sign up shouldn't stop you from coming too sometime."

She ran a hand through her hair, got caught on a curl, tugged through it, and winced just a little.

"Uh, I would? But I'm pretty sure my Uncle Aaron would kill me."

...no, she isn't entirely kidding.

"And I suppose there's no chance that you could keep him from finding out, huh?" Triela knew all about the difficulty of keeping secrets from some people.

"It's not worth risking. You don't really, um, disagree with my Uncle Aaron."

Most people didn't, anyway. At least, not more than once.

"I think I know someone like that," Triela nodded thoughtfully. "And for some reason he wouldn't approve of you using guns, I guess?"

"He doesn't mind if I learn to use melee weapons, but he was really firm on the 'no guns' thing, unfortunately. He gave me the pick of his whole collection but when I went for the gun, he practically glared my arm off.

"I've used one before, though. Well, kind of."

The shotgun hadn't actually gotten much use, unless you counted making her feel better when she was in the presence of a crocodile the size of most people's houses 'use'.

"That seems silly," Triela complained. "Guns are obviously more efficient."

"That might be why he didn't want me touching it."

With the desire to succeed, she knew that there was always a wary component to her family's feelings about her.

"Then again, Eliot and I managed all right when we were fighting gunpower. So I guess it's relative."

Triela shrugged. "I suppose there's not much you can do about it if he's set against it."

"Pretty much. Could I, um, could I come by once and watch?"

As long as she kept her hands off of the guns, she should be all right.

"Sure," Triela grinned. "No one's required to shoot if they don't want to or can't."

"Cool," she said, grinning back.

"I'll try and do that next time then."

"I'll keep an eye out for you, then."

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