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[creatio]

so, i can't be the only one wondering where our stuff is, right? because i don't know about you guys but i don't usually use a jumpsuit as pajamas, even if i'm taking an impromptu space nap. and even though i'm trying super hard not to think about someone playing nasa barbie while i was unconscious, i can't help but want to know what they've done with everything else.

( Her stele is the thing she's most eager to get back, if she's honest. But she'd take her knife too. Hell, even her actual underwear. )

has anyone come across a closet? or like, a sinister collection of momentos.

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[creatio]

Your secret's safe with me.

( She taps the side of her nose, offering the smallest of smiles as she does so. Apollo's power may be different than her own, but it's something of a relief anyway. Not that she expects to find demon's in space.

Then again, she didn't expect to find herself in space. )

I promise to only harass you if I start to develop rickets. That's a sun thing, isn't it? ( She actually has no idea, oops. )