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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.

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A new presence just coming into her telepathy's range already sets Milla on edge. The psychic settles on her feet for now, steadying herself on the ground as she feels Venus's presence become more solid. She isn't used to people just appearing, at least people who aren't Ford using his teleportation back home. By this point, Milla is genuinely hungry and frustrated at how closed off yet dislocated this space station is. She's had luck running into one or two people, but yet to find them again.

The Mental Minx frowns to herself, striking the room off from search worthy for now. Milla backs off when she sees the other woman, her heels likely clicking on the tiles.

"Is someone there?" Venus ducks back into the science room and then pokes her head out again, this time only enough to allow her eyes and forehead to appear. She sees nothing immediately, and so she emerges like a rat from hole, looking to follow.

If her allies hear her voice, they'll know better than to back off from her. That means she's likely dealing with a foe.

She teleports, zipping between realities to emerge a few feet from Milla, to her left.

Sadly for Milla, she doesn't know of Venus's apparent code of conduct. Being new has its problems, obviously.

The sudden teleportation definitely startles Milla. She can feel the utter shift of Venus- powers and all just appearing to her left that the psychic rests her fingers against her forehead. Milla is going to keep falling back, choosing to stay grounded for now. Milla isn't quite sure if the other person can sense her as acuately and the psychic suspects she can always lose her the old fashioned away given some room to move.

Venus doesn't bother to pinpoint her target; she would if she were using fist and foot, but instead she's just trying to do damage with the powers God gave her. And as such, having decided that Milla is the enemy, she whirls in the general direction of her appointed foe.

She releases a torrent of energy, lightless anti-matter smashing everything in its path, a laser beam the diameter of a hubcap in Milla's general direction.

The powers do their work, if anything they send Milla staggering back with a sharp pained sound. The energy partially struck her in the side, leaving the psychic more than winded.

Milla retaliates without thinking a barrage of glowing energy mind bullets, several likely pinging against the wall in her lack of focus. If any actually it, she'll be surprised.

"Whoa!" Venus wasn't expecting that, and she doesn't have a chance to teleport away. She can only dodge the old-fashioned way, and one of them pierces her hand, another her thigh. She has no idea what the strange glowing lights do, but they hurt.

She tries to close the gap between them physically, hoping that once she gets Milla in her personal perimeter she can teleport them both and maybe trap Milla in another dimension.