[b]Orange:[/b]

Numb - Eli - Slowly wakes up. “How long was I out? Where’d Zephyr go, we-” She horks up something black that reeks of cheese beside her into the bathtub water, then scrambles out to avoid any of it getting [i]on[/i] her. The movement resembles a waterskimmer bug having a panic attack. 

Towel, towel, towel, towel, toga. Mirror, approve, appreciate. She does a little twirl in it even before she sees the box of pins. 

“I promise I’ll give most of them back.” She crosses her heart as she takes it off the bathroom counter. “Just, you know, I’m going to lose some of them, but I’ll be careful.” She cringes like Orange might hit her for it, even as she’s excited you’d make the offer. 

Eli has had an interesting life. 

She sits with the box of pogs out in the living room, cross legged, and starts pinning as many pogs as she can as clasps all the way down the toga. It’ll be a nightmare to get them all off again - or maybe a pretty fun party game. Undressing her is going to require [i]helpers[/i] later. She slams on a Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism pin, and a yin/yang symbol in the shape of a heart. A screaming clown head, a poison logo, a radioactive symbol, the illuminati symbol but the eye in the pyramid is stoned and bloodshot, the moon cracking like an egg and a dragon crawling out of it, the trans flag being fired as an energy beam out of a mechazoid, and a last one that just says MONSTER FUCKER in comic sans text. 

She’d add more, but the metal pins are starting to get heavy and sag the toga and it messes up her twirl. 

The wreath she studies for ages, and puts on her head with a smile before taking off again. “I think this is more your vibes than mine.” She says. “Can you braid my hair though, or, plait it, or whatever it’s called? I want to wear it over the front of my shoulder like this,” she flops her hair forward with a dopey smile, “that’s the oracle look right? Like, stuff wraps around you.”

[b]OSHA crew[/b]:

Leather loves the question. He picks his fire axe up again and takes a huge swing at the jenga tower, destroying another piece in the process of saving a life that might be on the other side of it. 

“I do. It’s why you were worth remembering, I was on call from the beginning, I was one of the only people on the station who could do underwater firefighting in zero gravity conditions, so I was listening to your broadcast from start to finish. Anyone who can cut across the noise like that, it’s someone I want to be hearing more from. I asked around after the Pump to see if we could meet, but… couldn’t find a way to reach you. It’s a shame, but I’m never going to complain that people put safety first.” He cannot smile with shining white teeth, he cannot make a posture here. The oily black crocodile skin pulls tighter, though, when he stands up straighter for you and rests his axe over his shoulder, it fits the contours of the impressive muscles underneath better. “The people you’re talking about, though? Can’t say who they are - “ he looks at the rest of the audience and lets that subtext speak for itself, not here, “ - I can just tell you, I can’t get away from them.”

The gears grind in his head. “Tell you what. You tell me what you really want to see me do here, what you really want to learn, I’ll do a finale so you and me can take a quick lunch to talk. Make it good, I don’t want anyone disappointed by us cutting early.” 

[b]Monk:[/b]

The Artist Formerly Known as Monkey holds still, the masks are static faces. “I’m just messaging Lady Crystal if I can take an hour off. She’s the event organizer, I don’t want to get in trouble, but I’m sure-” The masks changes to her Blue, thoughtful and pensive. “She just replied with ten seconds of screaming? What do you think that means?”

At the same time, a message to you from Crystal:[i] I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so sorry go go go go go do whatever is there anything I can do I’m so sorry aaaaa tell me everything later!!![/i]

Monk didn’t need to tell Crystal anything more than ‘long lost sibling’ for Crystal to recognize who she saw on the camera feeds. 

“Ah.” Her Green face comes out again, the radiant smile. “She says I can take the whole exhibition off if I like and she says if I break her girlfriends’ heart she’ll kick my ass.” Monk squeezes her hugs and puts everyone down, gently, before standing over everyone again like a properly big sister. “I’m so happy that this must mean as much to you as it does to me. I have a room in the tower, would you feel safe talking there?”