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[greatlightother]

[Friends Filter- minus Angelica. Honestly, if you think you're here, you are. If you're not sure, ask.]

I need a distr- change. Just something small. Something that maybe no one but me will ever notice, even. I'm going to paint my room and, I suppose I could just ask the Admiral to do it for me, but no. I want to do this without his interference.

I'd like it if anyone would be willing to help, though!

[Infirmary Filter]

Does anyone have any experience with pseudocyesis? [She is just stubbornly hoping she's right.]

[Private to Petronilla]

I need your help tomorrow morning. It won't take long, I promise.

[Spam for Angelica]

[Sveta had been worried for Angelica. But, unfortunately, by the time she was able to get to what Iago had said, it had already been taken down and Sveta could do nothing more than hope the aftermath wasn't as ugly as she anticipated.

...it seemed that hope had been completely dashed. So, as soon as she had a spare moment, she rushed off to find her friend, knocking at the door rather apprehensively.] Angelica. It's Sveta...

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[She didn't have to ask what word she was referring to. Sveta didn't know history all that well, at least not that history, but she could guess.]

Did that happen to you? [It was a whisper, for the question felt...wrong, somehow.]

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[Though she had spoken easily enough about the hangings, Angelica hesitated at the question. Never once picking her gaze up from the floor, she slowly nodded and then pulled back her hair so that the pink lines behind her ears were visible.]

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[At first, Sveta couldn't see what Angelica was trying to show her. And then her gaze fell on the marks and she took a quick breath inward.]

Angelica... [She desperately wanted to throw her arms around her again, but she managed to just touch her hand softly.]