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[synanthrope]

[The camera is expertly handled this time, and it shows the Garage. Saya is currently dressed to nines in expensive couture, as usual, despite the fact that she's working on cars. She has her head under the hood of a car, her hands inside doing something unseen. The camera pans away from her for a moment.]

The Garage is an immaculate place; despite being home to constant repairs, everything is in it's place, much like the owner, who works every day no matter the condition or the holiday.

She attributes this to the work ethic instilled by-

[The narration is cut off by a sudden loud thump, and the camera pans back to Saya just in time to see her, holding the back of her head, stumble back a couple of steps, and then there's a snap as she falls at precisely the same moment, like a marionette with cut strings, not fainting as much as simply collapsing, her limbs tucked under her in odd ways]

Sy-

[Her voice stops and she looks, confused, at the heel of her shoe, which is no longer attached to the rest. The heel snapped off.]

That's never happened before.

[She looks up at the camera for a moment, and then it shuts off.]


[ooc: Action for Garage employees, audio for everyone else. She'll be going to the hospital eventually! Italics are the documentary narration.]

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➝ while you were building your empires i was still sleeping

[pike]

[ Nigel does as he's told, the door shutting behind him with a quiet latching sound. When he comes to stand at the foot of the bed, he goes to place the shoes that he's brought her beside her feet on top of the sheets, but doesn't put them down fully. Just holds them expectantly an inch or so from the bed, looking at Saya intently to gauge her approval or disapproval.

He knew how endlessly tidy she could be. ]

Hello, Saya, [ he says. ]

➝ while you were building your empires i was still sleeping

[synanthrope]

[She watches him move and looks at the shoes]

Adequate. Put the down on the ground and come sit next to me.

➝ while you were building your empires i was still sleeping

[pike]

[ Normally, he would relish in her approval but, at the moment he's too distracted staring at her face, trying to find the correlations (if any even exist) between what he sees now and what he'd seen on the fifth floor of the warehouse. The shoes find themselves on the floor, neatly arranged beneath where her chart hangs. There are a few chairs designated specifically for visitors and Nigel pulls one to the very edge of the bed, his eyes still searching, looking for something. ]

You've had an accident.

➝ while you were building your empires i was still sleeping

[synanthrope]

I was surprised.

[Her clothes are also neatly folded on a chair, and she is wearing a horrible hospital gown. Against her will.]

I hit my head on the inside of the hood of a car.