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[belongsontv]

Who| Milla Vodello & You
What| Catch all log for Milla's first week in the arena, followed by her death.
Where| Around the arena.
When| Week 1 until her death
Warnings/Notes| Psychic shenanigans, anything else will be added.

[OPEN] General Wanderings

The quiet of the station wasn't quite as foreboding as it could have been really. The trickle of loud thoughts from those within her telepathy's range and the creaking of the space station itself was enough to help Milla adjust to her powers being back. The comfort of levitation and telepathy steadied her as she quietly floated along through the dilapidated halls of the station.

She slowly comes to a stop when she sees someone ahead of her. The real struggle is whether to back off or approach. The secret agent opts to approach cautiously but keeps some distance initially as she speaks up. Her voice is still quiet and measured to avoid having it echo. "Are you alright, darling?"


OPEN- After her fight with Venus

The Brazilian woman can only grimace openly as she clutches at her side. Everything aches in a way it hasn't in quite awhile. That fight had been an awful idea in the long run and Milla knows it. She'll beat herself up about it later.

Any curses she wants to spout are stilled as she finds a quiet corner to just sit down in. Her injuries aren't going to heal themselves, but she's been walking for awhile now. It certainly would be best to just rest for a short time. Whilst she's not the brightest of the colored jumpsuits the tributes were crammed in, a living person amongst all the wreckage of the station is a hard thing to miss. Even if Milla is doing her best to just remain quiet and still.

Comments

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland, too, is the same, and there's no wariness to his thoughts at all. A little more respect, in fact. In the Capitol she'd been kind and warm and perceptive and he'd liked her, but now there's a sort of trust, too. The kind of trust that only comes with knowing a person is capable in battle, and that they'll use that capability to watch your back. She could kill him, yes, and easily - but she hasn't. That's proof enough for Roland.

If you'd speak, let's do it somewhere else. He could glance at the creature lying dead on the floor, that would easily show her what he means, but he sends an image of it instead, and of either open end of the corridor. I'd rather not stay in the open very long. Do you know somewhere nearby?

[belongsontv]

What respect she feels is- a relief. A conformation of the trust they have in each other. Milla already can guess this kind of situation would cause people to turn on each other. Roland is someone she values highly, losing his friendship would have been a blow.

Ah, I ducked into a lab nearby. It's been cleaned out of supplies, so we shouldn't be bothered while there. She answers easily back, gesturing with her chin in the other direction. A brief image of the enclosed lab flashes between them, it has a promise of privacy there.

[ka_sera_sera]

He nods, and as he makes toward it a part of his mind notes that this would make an excellent trap - but it's only the part of him that always notes such things, and he pays it no mind. Once he makes it there with no interruption he glances around, seeing it empty just as she'd said, and slides to the floor to sit in a corner near the door.

Should be safe to speak aloud, if holding that connection open's getting to be a strain, Roland offers, although notably he's still thinking it and making no effort to hide his surface thoughts from her at all. One of those thoughts, flavored with some distant sadness, is of solid, good-natured Alain, who'd had the touch strongest all those years ago. Alain might have been able to hold two minds together this long, and almost this clearly, but none of the rest of them could have.