[b]Crystal:[/b]

She’s speechless when the song finishes and she admires Pink’s work in the mirror. She’s beautiful, of course she is, she was always going to be. Now she’s just beautiful in a way that gives Pink some ownership of that, some share and some claim to it. And she stands up, shakily, with all the nerves of wedding day cold feet, and she takes both of Pink’s hands in hers gently - fingers pressed to fingers - and she says: “Tonight we only have to worry about love. The beautiful will fall into place on its own, if we can do that.” 

You did good, Pink. You did great, actually. 

[b]Green and Eli:[/b]

It started with Eli trying to catch Green up on what happened in the hotel room, asking who Fiona is, mentioning the snake girl. Eli catching parts of the story about Fiona setting up ERP, and Green making a slip about her worldbuilding for it. Because when that slip happened, Eli went off like a firework. Because she wanted to hear all about it - [i]all[/i] about it. And she’s really, really into it. 

Like, actively Eli wants to read the entire four hundred pages Green’s got down so far for it on her phone while actively holding a conversation about what she’s reading, while walking around the convention into it. 

Not really anyone’s fault this will end in disaster; at least two major felony convictions, a social media shit-fight mid-stream-of-thought that will end up leaking major documents unrelated to [i]any[/i] scandal covered up until now, Green finding an arm’s dealer operating out of the hotel rooms.

We’re not there yet. We’re still at the part where Eli’s on her phone and there’s a target on her heart with “Infodump Here” written on the bullseye.

[b]Knightly:[/b]

He takes it in stride. “Strong feelings about polygamy, I’ll be sure to start suggesting it as an interview question. See, I like working with a team like we’re one big family, but some people just had to go and ruin being able to say that. ‘Do you think you’re prepared to treat a team of thirty two different people like they’re all your old married couple.’” He says it like he’s taking it absolutely seriously, because it’s funnier if he pretends he’s taking it dead seriously. 

Then he’s actually serious, not just pretending to be. “Do you believe, then? In a higher power?” There's real curiosity there, and he's not just asking the character you're playing this time. 

You're at the 2A building. It's a single-storey brutalist pillbox bunker with carpeted floors and 2-meter-by-2-meter individual offices. You can almost speak freely again, after this.

[b]Monk:[/b]

Tranquility: “It was the same thing every day, no change, no surprises. It felt like sleepwalking for weeks at a time. I was in charge of Silver Tree Mongolian Microwave Noodles, eight different flavours using real freeze dried ingredients.” There’s a breathlessness to her recitation that comes from pure nostalgia. “They had all the hardware made with different proprietary software, so I was just there to be an adaptor. Nothing to do but watch myself do the work. It was like tracing spiral patterns into warm sand with your fingertips for hours. I miss it.”

The blue face twitches but does not shift. The body might feel stronger about this in aggregate, but apparently no individual personality feels as strongly about it as an individual.