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The door to Farce's new apartment creaked open as she looked out at Judah. She looked like trash, but actually had wet hair and a clean set of pajamas on this time. Even if she was absolutely trashed, this was the best she had looked since that day. Even with some bandages poking out from under her tanktop.

[color=fff200]"... heeey... come in..."[/color] The apartment wasn't much, a one bedroom place with a meager kitchenette and living area, but it was decent enough for Gaia, especially since everything else happened. She didn't have much anymore since her old place was trashed, so a small space was fine. The place was really clean, actually, which was a first for Gaia if anything. As soon as Judah stepped in, she closed the door and flopped over onto the couch.

[color=fff200]"We're... not gonna have a funeral for him. He died once already, having another would be too much."[/color] Gaia explained, waiting for some snappy remark from Limbo or an odd remark from Whip. Surprisingly, only the latter happened. 

[color=cadetblue]Oh, so he was supposed to be dead already? Well, at last he's in his place properly now.[/color]

[color=fff200]"Whipstitch, please... don't."[/color] Gaia plead, hoping that she wouldn't have to deal with the bullshit between the two voices in her head. Limbo hadn't spoken since Gaia explained what the hell she'd been through, though, but Whip always found ways to just chastise and annoy the once-ghostly parahuman, and indirectly, the now-depressed parahuman.

[color=fff200]"... can you hear the voices, Mantis?"[/color] Gaia asked. [color=fff200]"Can you hear anything going on in here?"[/color]