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[Despite everything that's happened in the last few days, Steph looks positively cheery as she comes onto the screen, dressed in civvies with her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She might not have worn the particular suit for a couple years now, but she's all Robin, all grins and charm, because she doesn't have the energy to be anything else.]

Hey, guys, I know this is kinda last minute, but there's been a change in plans with the whole cookie thing this month. [She holds up a hand as if silencing comments that aren't actually going to come, because this is pre-recorded.] I know, I know, I'm not exactly the regular guy that does this, but don't adjust your sets, Jesse's just come down with a hell of a cold, so I'm gonna run things this time 'round.

For those of you who don't know, I'm Steph, hi, I don't bite very hard.

[Steph pls]

Since Jesse's sick, we figured it'd be best not to cook in his kitchen, 'cause I'm sure we don't wanna give the newbies the sniffles when they first show up. If anyone who's normally involved would like to volunteer their kitchen to be the base of operations, I would love you forever, but if not we can just use my place, 104.

[And a briefly apologetic look because she hasn't actually asked her roommates. Sorry guys.]

We'll still be doing it on the 31st, starting early and hopefully finishing early so we can all head over to Ella's party, and the tent will be set up at the same time on the first, you'll just have me co-ordinating things intead of Jesse.

If anyone has any questions or concerns, now's the time to voice them, if not, I'll see you on the 31st, either at mine, or I'll update this if we get a volunteer.

Thanks.

[A lazy salute, and the feed cuts.]



[[OOC: Same ooc stuff applies; there won't be a log for this but feel free to say characters participated! The thread in the welcome log will still go up and everything will go the same, it'll just be Steph instead of Jesse wrangling things c: ]]

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PRIVATE and video IT'S GOOD

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Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.

[She'll fight you, Helena.

No she won't.]

Just some personal stuff, it's not a big deal.

[Screaming in the hallway of level five and roughing Saul up definitely aren't a big deal, right?]

permathethings and c:

[crossbearing]

It's not a laughing matter.

( Crying might be more apt.

See, now, the thing with Helena is that she is really not very good at feelings. Talking about them, admitting she has them, it happens but when it does then she normally winds up feeling weaker. Maybe she likes the Huntress because she can do all the things that aren't really acceptable ways to deal with feelings.

It's different when it comes to helping out kids - and for all that Stephanie isn't even a teenager anymore, she still gets locked in that, sometimes. After a few moments of quiet consider, nodding-- )

Bullshit.

B|

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Your faith in me is inspiring.

[Helena you're the worst.

Also she really doesn't want to talk about this.]

I'm telling the truth. It's just shit with Jesse that doesn't even matter in the long run, it's fine.

[And everything with Saul, because even if they parted on something approaching good terms last night, he was right, about her going over everything when she was alone and getting angry all over again.]

[crossbearing]

( She's just going to grin. Whatever, Stephanie.

Her Huntress sense is tingling. The Huntress sense is forged from reading between the lines in the Families, being a teacher, and trying to juggle bullshit her entire life.

She doesn't push. Partly, she's disappointed Stephanie doesn't want to talk to her about it. Then again, they aren't that good at talking. )

All right. Want to spar, later?

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Can you promise to go easy on me? [she tries for a grin, which she mostly manages, even if it's a little more strained than it might be normally.] I'm kinda running on fumes, here.

[no shit.]

[crossbearing]

What about if I make you dinner instead of giving you bruises? We can catch up on the sparring later.

( WHY NOT BOTH. )

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It won't be cookies, will it?

[Look at her, making jokes, pretending like she does't want to just burst into tears.]

[crossbearing]

I was thinking involtini di maccheroni. I've been craving impanata di pesce spada, but I don't like my chances of being able to get swordfish, here.

( no she's showing off.

A little shrug. More gently, ) What do you feel like?

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[Literally the most sheepish answer:] Mashed potatoes.

[Helena migh have noticed that it's what Steph favours when she's having a rough time.]

[crossbearing]

( Oh boy. Her smile is a little more sympathetic. ) Got it.

( By God they will be the best mashed potatoes ever made. )

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Thanks, Helena.

[Really, she appreciates it.]