TNDG
[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?
However, her eyes happen across Gorix who is struggling with existence in general.]
Do you need any help?

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Hey. I've got two, so. I'll ask my friends for permission to vote for you if Zelda hasn't fixed everything in the morning. Is that okay?
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Just don't tell anyone before I can make a public announcement, okay?
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You have any ideas how?
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[He looks down at the bed he probably should have been able to climb on his own but was too tired to, still a bit embarrased.] I also owe you for helping me get up here...
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[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?
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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.
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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...
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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.
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[With a movement of her arm reminiscent of Marge Simpson, she extends her fist for him to bump.]
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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.]
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[She begins to walk away. At the threshold to another section of the set, over her shoulder:] Good night, Gorix.