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Oh hey look I did the thing while trying to do my essay ahem anyway here go here yes here. This account is totally staying though because archiving things is what I do best. Any current threads I reply to will be reblogged onto this account. I'm also hoping to make a big masterlist of her threads, so that it's easier to go back to them. I just can't do that until I've finished my homework for the evening.

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I'm considering making Olive a main account, and keeping this one (her side account) as an archive. I never quite thought I'd take so well to her, but Olive has grown on me a ton, and I would like to do more with her. So I might be posting a link to a newer something soon, whenever I get around to it. If all goes well, and I stop having so much stuff to do, I might try to do it tomorrow. So yeah, watch out for that.

Gonna get some rest now, so ya'll have a good rest of the evening. 0u0

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I saw that

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Olive's lips pricked a smile, almost twinged a little. "Thank you, Mr. Lucien," she replied, unsure if the term 'agent' was quite fitting as of right now. She looked down at her hands and sighed. "But I think it's complicated regardless." Memory didn't serve her well, honestly, but she was sure she had done something wrong. If not to FALCON, to SHIELD. And she couldn't get much help from that if she wanted to avoid getting caught.

"I'm going to take it, take counseling, and see if it'll help, but... I don't know." Sitting here, she couldn't explain much. But she hoped he understood. "I'm hoping things will smooth out."

Roundabout and roundabout and roundabout again

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Olive made a solemn nod, noting the addition at the end. He really was being careful, and she was happy for that, in a way. There was a bit of guilt, though- she was free, and he wasn't. He could always turn her in, if he really wanted to turn his back on FALCON. But he really was loyal.

At the mention of her hospital visit, she looked down, pursing her lips. "Yeah, I mean, everything's alright now, I guess. I tried to take my life, and well... not that I succeeded in it. I was in a coma for a few weeks, or so I was told." It really wasn't their luck. "I'm still not sure how I feel about it. SHIELD wants me to start receiving counseling when I come back to work."

Roundabout and roundabout and roundabout again

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Olive relaxed now. Okay, that made things better, easier. She nodded in understanding, a bit of a sad smile slipping on her face. Olive had never spoken to Ilo much, but she hated the way this was turning out. As if things were slipping... "I will, I will."

She paused, looked away, then said, "I'm sorry this happened. I mean, ah-- I know I shouldn't apologize, but... It's still a bit of a shock. I wish I could have visited you in the hospital, before any of this. I was just busy that week." Olive knew she probably hadn't gone because she had heard of MacMurray picking up the FALCON case. It would have been bad then, to have visited. But this visit seemed less suspicious. A concerned lower-level agent, unsure of what was going on.

Roundabout and roundabout and roundabout again

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Okay so so so so

I’m not suuuuure if someone just sent me something through ask right now

Or if they sent something to Olive I DUNNO

But if you did could you pleeeease resend it, it didn’t go through

The only thing that’s gone through recently/somewhat recently was a message from cutoffthehead an hour or so ago, a message from jjkelly that I know I answered, and an ask from agentlucien that I totes answered as well

So so

Buh yeah if you sent something it’s not there ono

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"Oh— ah," Olive replied, fumbling over herself a little as she tried to come up with an answer. "She only asked how you were. She wanted to know if you were okay." The receptionist shook her head. "She was going to fly out last time I spoke to her, I don’t really know much else about it. All she really wanted was to make sure you were okay. She seemed concerned, I don’t know why." All truths, quite honestly. Olive rubbed her arm again, wondering if she was doing something wrong. But… Shashiel had asked about Ilo, and Olive felt like she should try to do something helpful.

Roundabout and roundabout and roundabout again

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Erik

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"Oh it's fine, no thank you." She smiled pleasantly, sat down at the table. "I just came to see how you were... I went to the hospital a few days after you did, as far as I've heard. Then I come out and I heard some things had come up, and..." Olive shrugged, looked up at him. "I felt I should visit."

She paused, thought about getting what she was really here for across. "Do you remember when I spoke to you about a girl? It was-- it was bad of me, I don't know you very well but I was blathering on. Me and her, we had met at a club. Her name was... what was it? --Shashiel?" Olive looked at him expectantly, holding her breath a little. Hopefully that had come across properly. "I talked to her the other day, I think. She asked me about you."

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"We used to talk plenty, when he'd come to the reception desk in the mornings. I didn't even... I was away. Can I just... can I see him, please?"

She had come early, still unable to go back to work completely. SHIELD had issued her a new laptop, told her she could work from home for another week before she came back. But Olive had been picking up on faint memories, one of which being her meeting with Shashiel. Talking to him would mean she could relay a little information.

Olive had left most of her things at home, including her bag. The only thing on hand was both her state ID and her SHIELD ID. Her phone had been left in the car.

"Lucien?" The receptionist asked politely as she walked into the holding cell, rubbing her shoulder a little awkwardly. She knew only a little of his FALCON association, recalled him to be Raphael. But any previous conversations would had been strictly a pleasant hello or goodbye, small chatter that she tried to uphold with most SHIELD agents, if she could.

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Ilo had gained a few amenities since he had been transferred to his holding cell. A bed was brought in and he received several math texts from Brian as well as a box of crayons and a six notebooks.

A table was bolted to the floor and a chair was bolted down as well, for any visitors he might receive. Though he received none except Brian.

Ilo’s days were spent doing equations, wheeling laps around the room, and talking. Sometimes he talked a lot. Sometimes not. Some days he didn’t speak at all.

He had learned how to use his chair very well and could now get in and out of it without a smidgen of help. He lay on the floor, spreadeagled, staring at the ceiling when he heard voices outside his door.

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[Text] Okay, okay.

[Text] A call would help me, if that can work. Otherwise, I'll be waiting on a text. Be safe, please.

She hadn't known the woman long at all, could barely even remember her through her scrambled memories, but there was just something... Olive couldn't put her finger on it. She was just worried. But she would just have to wait, maybe get some alcohol in her system to dim down the feeling in her gut, and the presences drifting around her. That would work for the time being.

[Text: Olive] Mia? [Text] Is everything okay?

[Text:{LOC22}] N. it’ss not.

[Text:{LOC22}] i hav to get home. I’l be finee.

Mia cursed her shaking fingers, making a mental note to just tell her cellphone what to type next time using her technopathy. Erik didn’t like her using it for trivial things, but frankly at the moment Mia didn’t know what to think about Erik.

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She had the shakes herself. Something wasn't right. Didn't know what, but the troubling feeling had started while she was working on her new laptop, and continued until she had to close her computer and do a few breathing exercises. Whatever was wrong, Olive wasn't sure how 'fine' the outcome would be. The replies weren't helping her any.

[Text] Do you need any help?

[Text] I'm free, if you need something.

[Text: Olive] Mia? [Text] Is everything okay?

[Text:{LOC22}] N. it’ss not.

[Text:{LOC22}] i hav to get home. I’l be finee.

Mia cursed her shaking fingers, making a mental note to just tell her cellphone what to type next time using her technopathy. Erik didn’t like her using it for trivial things, but frankly at the moment Mia didn’t know what to think about Erik.

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"No, I got my brother to check work for me, but it's been a couple of weeks since I would have left it..." Olive sighed, frowning gently. "I've double checked my apartment, I can't find it here. I mean, you'd have to be able to log into my email and such to actually get into anything serious, but.. I guess when I get back to work I'll report it and see if they'll issue me a new one. I feel terrible for losing it." She realized she might be holding Ellis up, an shifted the plastic bag he'd given her in her hands. "But thank you for coming, this was all really nice of you, Ellis." Olive smiled pleasantly, trying to wave off her concern over her lost laptop.

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Ellis smiled. He’d like that. He’d like that a lot. “Works for me.” He shrugged, only to pause to listen to her question. Frowning, eyes narrowed, the man tried to think. Laptops were expensive, he imagined it’d be a pity to lose. He hoped she didn’t have anything important on there, or else they were all a tad on the screwed side.

If someone grabbed his laptop, all they’d find would be a couple of digital copies of Doctor Who episodes and his music collection. That and his internet history consisting mostly of Wikihows on pet care. How else was he supposed to learn?

No Facebook account. No email website in his bookmarks. Nothing relevant.

"I can’t say I have, but then we work in very different departments." He replied, scratching the back of his head. "You didn’t leave it in the break room?"