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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color]  Outside Jack, James & Casper's Room
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	When Max wandered off, Waverley had expected him to come back with some sort of magical tracking device, or perhaps a cellphone of sorcery or something. So when he instead walked back up the stairs carrying a pair of plates, each adorned with waffles and fruit, the corner of her lip twitched downward in annoyance. When he shoved the plate into her hands, part of her wanted to throw the plate onto the ground. She didn't, of course, primarily out of respect for the poor soul who had to clean up those kinds of messes. Probably either Echo the Neat Freak or Colossus the Big Helpful Softie. So instead, she just shook her head.

	[color=purple]"I said I'm not hungry,"[/color] she told Max, a a clear edge to her voice. She automatically turned to hand the plate off to Sunshine for her to eat, as was their symbiotic relationship when it came to eating, only to remember the reason why her appetite had been robbed in the first place. The slip up made her realize that she should probably did need a little food, so she begrudgingly (and a little violently) stabbed her fork into the fruit and shoveled it into her mouth, not appearing to get any joy from the experience. She watched as he got to the ground, watching with anticipation as the boy went into his little meditative state. When he spoke, though, Waverley's shoulders dropped from both disappointment and annoyance.

	[color=purple]"Filing cabinets and pastries?! That's the best you can do?! Great, she could be in the backroom of any Dunkin' Donuts in the capital. Great fucking wo-"[/color] her annoyance was interrupted by the call for Casper, and as she heard the man begin to speak, she quickly ran downstairs, too enveloped in finding her roommate to notice the bending of the railing. When she got to the kitchen, she was about to tell Casper to get to the point when Veil did it for her. When Casper spilled the beans, a small smile found its way onto Waverley's face for the first time the whole morning. She put her plate onto the table and looked over to the group of Echos. 

	[color=purple]"Mind wrapping this up for me?"[/color] she asked, not wanting the rats to get to it before Sunshine could. She didn't wait for an answer, quickly running back up the stairs to their room. She went immediately for her rebar, only to find it completely bent out of shape, almost at a 90 degree angle. With her good friend having died the previous day and another friend of hers missing, one would think that a bent piece of metal wouldn't cause much grief. But as she stared at it, she couldn't help but feel mournful. The rebar had been her weapon of choice for months, and here it was, rendered unusable. It didn't even get a glorious end in battle. It was like a legendary warrior dying of dysentery. She let out a saddened huff, before heading out and downstairs. Once she got to the group, she lifted the rebar.

	[color=purple]"I think the magnet lady is up. Could someone maybe try and bend it back while we're out? Maybe she can, if, y’know, Havok convinces her to join the light side,"[/color] she asked, ignoring the universal 'no weapons at the dinner table' rule and putting it on a space clear of any plates. She then followed briskly behind Veil, disarmed of the weapon that had always kept her safe.