TNDG

[keybroad]

[It is about one in the morning, shortly after the vote allocations were announced. Lotus wanders out of the shower, wearing a teal bathrobe, hair elaborately coiled in a towel. She is making a bedline for a bed in the sci-fi set.

However, her eyes happen across Gorix who is struggling with existence in general.]

Do you need any help?

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[keybroad]

Oh, I was expecting you'd say things you're already good at and ask if I needed them, like, you make pottery or something.

[She looks down at him and actually appraises this offer. She probably shouldn't make him into a literal servant or anything, but the prospect of having him help her is nice.]

Would you want to... carry things for me?

[guardthis]

Oh. I'm actually trained in espionage, combat and military strategy, so... if someone threatens or attacks you, I could help. [he's just going to do his best to pretend he wasn't caught having trouble climbing to a bed. HE'S HAD BETTER DAYS.] But let's hope that won't be necessary.

I can't say I'd be too excited to carry things, but if you want me to, then sure. I seriously owe you big time.

[keybroad]

[She blinks, and then she leans over the bed to address him in a lower voice. It's not like the microphone can't pick it up, but at least a camera might not capture the movement of her lips.]

Do you think you can try to scope out where they're hiding the system that's broadcasting our data? Anything like that - I'm helpless finding hardware, but if you can actually get that to me, then the software...

[guardthis]

[Now that's something he can do.]

Well, obviously I can't make any promises. If they knew who they were bringing here, they can't have made it too easy. [And he can't assume the organizers didn't need to account for what other contestants might do either- who knows what they might have prepared for.]

That said, you can count on me to get you whatever I can.

[keybroad]

[Lotus smiles.] They're a formidable foe, that much I know. I will count on you.

[With a movement of her arm reminiscent of Marge Simpson, she extends her fist for him to bump.]

[guardthis]

[He reaches to bump her fist.

Nice!]

I think that's going to wait until tomorrow, though. [He's pretty tired and this has been a Long Day for Many Reasons.]

[keybroad]

I won't argue with that.

[She begins to walk away. At the threshold to another section of the set, over her shoulder:] Good night, Gorix.