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Who| Lottie, and Some, Jay (&Neffa?) and eventually Shepard!
What| Lottie meeting up with her people, and running into Shepard late down the line.
Where| Candy arena
When| A bit after the cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| None atm. The thread is started within for Shepard!

This was disgusting.

Once, when she had been very young, Lottie had fallen into the Bayou. She was scooped out incredibly quickly, but she smell and the feel of it had clung to her, and it was the most disgusting thing she could think of.

She would glad go for a swim in the bayou right now. The sun made everything soft and stick. her costumes didn't help, glad to gather a stick residue. She had already ditched the wig and stockings, thought the later were tied around her waist just in case.

Tired, and not really caring if she made a very obvious target, Lottie dragged herself to a shaded rocky outcropping, and did her best to find the least stick place to rest.

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There was no way for Some to trace anyone's scents out here. He'd actually been just heading for the shade when he spotted Lottie, and sped up, though grief still made him slow. His costume was garish; his fur was all bleached into bone-white stripes, and the tunic he wore was bright, reflective silver, with a hood hanging down his back, and a zebra's neck and head stretching up his chest and along an upper arm.

When he was near, he waved, and slunk into the shade to all but collapse to the ground beside her.

"Oh, Some, darling!"

If this sun was harsh on him, she couldn't even imagine how hard it must be on him. She felt in her outfit for something to cover him with, but had nothing to help.

He had his hood, but wearing it up felt stifling and close, and blocked six of his eyes. Exhausted, he rested his head on a translucent pink boulder near her side, then lifted it in distaste when it found that to be sticky. "Does this whole place smell like sickness to you?"

"The smell is making me sick, that's for sure."

She sniffed, trying to find a way to rest while touching as little as possible.

"I think I will never eat candy again."

He crept a little closer, until his shoulder was against her side.

"Rapunzel died."

"Oh, darling." She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing.

"It just means she's back in the Capitol. Not too bad, really."

"She didn't even- didn't even have a chance. And I- I know, I know... but it looked so painful..."

If Rapunzel was much like her, and she felt she was...she didn't have much of a chance anyway.

"She'll be waiting for you at home, love."

"... I am starting to call it home too."

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