Magic Box, Monday

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Surreal had handwavily gone back to her Realm over break, where she'd managed to find Tersa, drag her to one of the safe-houses, and get her cleaned-up and settle back into their usual routine. Sadi hadn't found them, or if he had, he didn't stop in, but it didn't really matter. They fell into old routines easily enough, although there was still a Titian-shaped hole at times, which Surreal did her best to ignore and Tersa did her best to fill with nutcakes.

Which is why Surreal was at work today with a number of aforementioned nutcakes wrapped in a cloth. Because Tersa liked feeding growing witchlings, and she'd ordered Surreal to 'share with your friends.'

So, either Kate or Cara better show up today, or Surreal was going to spend her entire shift eating allllllllll the nutcakes.


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Stark Industries, Monday

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Ender's class was early in the day - and so he finished that before he actually bothered to make his way back to the store. It was still too warm out, and the weather didn't look promising, but if there was any place on the island that had a decent air-conditioning unit, it was Stark's.

He went through his email until he was done with it, reviewed some data, the usual--

--until his attention was pulled to a new piece of tech lying on the edge of the counter. He reached for it, rolled it around in his hands, examined it. Then turned it on.

An hour later, he was formulating extensive criticism in his head whilst mind-deep in Speedy Gravitation.

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