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[bothfoulandfair]

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[It's her first wish of the flood - I wish Anna was here - that probably convinces her to get out of her room at a time when other people might actually be out and about for the first time since their visit to the other Barge. Anna's rag doll shows up on her bed, smiling at her from across the room, and she's torn between picking the thing up and hugging it and rushing out of the room and staying out until the flood's over. Maybe Dillon won't mind her staying with him, or in the infirmary until it's done.

She calms down, though, and the doll winds up tagging along with her out on her little expedition.

And things seems fine, until she makes her second one - I wish getting along with people here was easier - and she finds her head shoved through the neck of an oversized t-shirt with the words "This is Our Get Along Shirt", one arm through the left shirtsleeve and... apparently, someone else is occupying the same neckhole and other shirtsleeve.

Honestly? She can't even bring herself to be angry.

For now.]

Is this something you're familiar with, outside of the Barge?

[ooc: I'm definitely looking for this to be more fluffy than traumatic for Elsa, otherwise anything is totally fair game. c:]

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[andyougoleft]

So no need to apologize.

We'll revisit this if I end up with frostbite, but for now don't worry about it.

[He's been holding still up until now, but at this he begins carefully testing the bonds of the fabric, frowning down at it.]

How much space do you have over there?

[bothfoulandfair]

[That hopefully shouldn't be too much of a problem. Her powers aren't that strong, now, which again, is definitely a blessing.]

Not much. [She tests her own side of the shirt, and, well. Not much progress there too.] Are you affected by the flood?