maybe i'm the flower painted on the wall;

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MAYBE WE WON'T FORGET THIS TIME AAAAAAAAAAAAA

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w0, tuesday.

[successives]

[I'M NOT FORGETTING THIS TIME

She's read the task board so she's heading into the kitchen, and she's honestly a little bit surprised that someone is in here not cleaning. Once she realizes 45 seems to be baking:]

Making that for someone else...?

[Her profile might not come out and say 'robot', but there's enough strange about it that Natalie can guess, at least.]

w1, saturday.

[successives]

[She's wandering around, and though the memorial hall seems like a morbid place to go... When she sees 45 instead, she stops in the doorway, tilting her head.]

Checking to see if anyone new showed up in here yet?

[Ha.]

FRIDAY, w2 post-invest/announcements/etc;

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[ if natalie isn't catching them immediately post-pileup then 45 disappears for a while, but eventually she might come across her near the laundry room, dressed in a poncho, the gatonina tie dye shirt they all woke up in, and the booty shorts, though she's at least wearing her boots instead of the sandals.

it's about as cleaned up as she's going to get, all things considered. one of the machines is rumbling worrying along, but it's fine. when someone comes in, she only spares them a brief glance, expression blankly neutral, before her usual smile makes its way across her face...

though it's surprisingly wan, maybe. ]

Did you need something?

WEDNESDAY, w3 hell if i know where;

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[ is it arts and crafts? it feels like everyone's been in arts and crafts. it's absolutely arts and fucking crafts. everyone being here makes it supremely hard to avoid this week's effect, as it turns out.

anyway sometimes you hear someone come in and very deliberately do not look at them. ]

... Ah. I can just... go, if you wanted to make something. Or send a postcard.

w3, friday.

[successives]

[After so many visitors who won't take no for an answer, the door to deer cabin is propped open. That means it's rapidly growing colder and colder inside, but Natalie can't really bring herself to mind it right now. Should 45 enter, she's laying on her bed, facing the wall so she doesn't have to interact immediately with anybody who enters.

She doesn't say anything yet.]