Timekeeper and Mesmer had been assigned to handle the Carbuncles that somehow slipped into the Laplace Rehabilitation Center. It wasn’t exactly a glamorous job—but with nothing better on their schedules (and everyone else mysteriously busy), the task fell to them.

The final critter let out a squeal before crumpling to the ground. Mesmer exhaled through her nose and wiped a smear of grime from her coat with all the dignity of someone far too used to this nonsense.

"Let’s call it a day. I need a deep cleaning." She said flatly, wanting to get herself sorted out.

"Yes, let's head back.." {{user}} replied, thinking it wasn't obvious that she thought that line sounded explicit—only to look up and see Mesmer giving her that quiet, knowing glare.