The girls were awoken up not by the foghorn this time, but by some PAs knocking on their doors, informing them to grab an early breakfast and to meet in the main lobby in an hour. The girls, a little annoyed to be woken up so early, did as asked, and for once had beaten Drake to wait for him in the lobby.
Drake arrived at the lobby at eight o’clock on the dot. He smiled as he saw the girls standing there, “Good morning girls! We’ve got a fun day ahead of us, so we might as well be off!”
After a quick dip into the Chesapeake Ocean, the girls found themselves outside the Lincoln Memorial once more. They were all completely soaked, but that was thankfully remedied with some quick flourishes of magic. Drake lead the charge as they walked along the National Mall, basking in the hot, muggy DC summer weather.
They walked for about a half hour, Drake leading them to a rather nondescript office building that also happened to serve as the entrance to the Metro Center Station for the DC Metro. The only advertisement that this building served that function was a pole stuck outside the entrance indicating as such.
The girls walked in, and after Drake handed each of them a metro card, they soon were riding down an escalator to the station proper. “Girls, please stay close,” Drake said as they walked they swiped their metro card at the turnstiles, making their way towards the platform. After riding down one more set of escalators, they found themselves in a rather large station, the ceiling above them curving with square indentations in the tunnel. Just as they arrived, a train pulled into the station, the heavy DC traffic already sliding out as Drake gestured for the girls to get in.
The train was traveling along the Orange line towards Rosslyn station, and everything seemed to be going normal, Drake having secured some seats for the girls while he stood nearby, using a napkin to grab onto one of the handles as the train stopped at McPherson Square and Farragut West.
It was a few moments after they had left that station when things got strange. The girls found themselves completely alone on the Metro, not necessarily a weird occurrence but definitely for this time of day. Suddenly, the train started to slow down, despite not being at a station. As it fully stopped, the train car’s doors opened up, Drake gesturing for the girls to get up and follow him outside. The girls gave each other a concerned look, before following him out.
The train tunnel was rather old and dirty, but thankfully they didn’t have to stay there very long, as nestled into the little alcove that they found themselves in was a rather beat up looking service elevator. As the girls shuffled into it, the subway train slowly rolled away, returning to its regular root.
The inside of the elevator wasn’t any cleaner than the outside, but Drake smiled warmly at the girls, “Don’t worry, we’re almost there now.” From his pocket, Drake pulled out a little metal key. He felt against the side of the surface level button, easily peeling it off and revealing a new keyhole, which he easily inserted the key into, giving it a twist.
Rather than rising, the girls looked on nervously as the elevator shook a little bit, before begin to descend, the number display hitting increasingly higher basement levels, before the display turned off all together, briefly turning back on to display a ‘?’. The edges of the door glowed brightly, before suddenly dying down, opening ever so slowly to a sight the girls were not expecting.
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???
Drake watched as the girls slowly walked out of the elevator, following along, the wall sealing shut behind him erasing any sign of an elevator.
The space they found themselves was covered from floor to ceiling in an off-white marble tile, a variety of heavy machinery sputtering, mixing various colored chemicals as several glass beakers of various shapes and sizes moved color changing liquid from one beaker to another. To their right, several large rows of metal shelves stood, each shelf stuffed to the brim either with books or with what appeared to be regular objects, such as camera or flashlights.
Further along the room, in front of them was a figure working at one of the many metal workstations. He had a beaker of a clear liquid underneath a burette, and was watching intently as a green liquid ever so slowly dripped in, the liquid briefly flashing red each time before returning to its clear coloring.
Drake made a polite coughing noise, the figure seeming startled as he looked up from his work. “Hey!” he said, “What are you guys doing here? I thought we had scheduled for ten?” He stood up, walking over, allowing the girls to get a better look at him.
He didn’t really look like what one would expect the ‘mad science’ type to look like. For starters, he wasn’t wearing a lab coat, just a plain blue button down with a reddish bowtie and slacks. Secondly, he seemed far too young, moving with a youthful energy that was also present in the smirk he gave from his handsome face. He swept his dark hair to the right, giving a better view of his green eyes.
Drake raised his eyebrow, “No, we had scheduled for nine, Which is in…” Drake looked at his watch, “five minutes?”
The man frowned, “No… I could of sworn… Amy!” He shouted out, turning around from the group and heading towards the shelves, “What time did I schedule that thing for?”
From the shelves emerged a short brunette woman in nothing but a bikini top and bottom, shouting back, “You scheduled it for nine- Eep! Art!” The woman blushed, spotting the group of contestants and immediately ducking behind the nearest bookshelf, only peeking her head out. “You didn’t tell me they were here already!”
“Oh yeah. The ANGA people showed up early.” The man, now identified as Art, ducked out of the way as Amy had grabbed something from the shelf and chucked it at him. (it was impossible to tell what the item was, as it very quickly broke into a pile of scrap as it made contact with the marble floor) “And what did I tell you about calling me Art in front of others!”
“Maybe I would have respected it if you had the common decency to warn me when one of your weird customers is actually here!” Amy shouted back, ducking her head back behind the bookshelf.
“I’ve already told you, they’re not customers, they’re here to advertise our services,” Art retorted back, turning back towards the group of ANGA contestants, who were watching this scene play out with morbid curiosity. “I’m terribly sorry. She’s usually a little more respectful around guests.”
“Wait… You said it they’re with ANGA? Isn’t that that reality TV competition? What happened to that whole secrecy business,” Amy shouted back, clearly not having heard Art’s comment, as the sound of stumbling could be heard from the bookshelves.
“Amy, research doesn’t pay for itself and the grants are running low. Besides, you know nobody can find this place without my permission anyways,” Art retorted back.
“What about Missy?” Amy shouted back in a playful manner, Art’s complexion suddenly paling.
“You know very well that that was caused by extenuating circumstances!” Art shouted back, he talked in lower voice to the girls, “By the way, can I get you three anything? Coffee? Tea?”
From behind the bookshelves, Amy emerged again, this time wearing a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans. She looked past Art, at the workstation he had been previously sitting at. “Um… Art,” She pointed.
Art turned around, the beaker was nearly full, and now an extremely dark red. “Ah drat!” Art rushed over, closing the valve on the burette and sighing, “Well… I wasn’t going to have time to do electrolysis anyways…” Art took the beaker over to a large red bin with the hazardous material sign on it, opening the lid and tossing it in. He waited about twenty seconds, until the sound of glass breaking could be heard before closing the lid.
Art walked back towards the group, where Amy stood with her arms crossed. “Well, seeing as how it’s about nine o’clock. What say we get this challenge started?” He looked towards Drake.
Drake nodded, walking between Art and the girls, he announced, “Girls, please allow me to formally introduce you to a truly brilliant scientist. Nobody knows his name, so to most folks, he’s simply known as ‘The Artificer’” Drake was doing his best not to laugh as he did jazz hands as he announced his name.
Art didn’t seem to notice Drake’s slightly sarcastic undertones as he said, “Yes. Please only call me the Artificer… I worked very hard to earn that title,” He gave Amy an intense look.
Jus as Art seemed oblivious to Drake, Amy completely ignored Art’s clearly bad mood, asking “Wait… How did you even manage this spot? I’ve never seen you do any work with magicians and from how often we actually get work it seems like you’ve managed to keep yourself quite the secret.”
“You know, there was a time before you were my assistant,” Art said, “I’ve worked with a variety of people you’ve never met… One of them just so happens to have been David Angel.”
“Ah… I see,” Amy grinned, “So you called in an old favor then?”
“Look, we can discuss this all later,” Art sighed, turning back towards the three contestants, “And for you three, this lovely lady is my research assistant, Amy.”
“Oh, did I get a promotion? I thought my official title was ‘lab rat’?” Amy said sarcastically, grinning at Art.
Art just ignored her, “She’ll be able to help you out with any questions you may have regarding your task.”
“Yes,” Drake said, preventing Amy from making another interjection, “Why don’t you go ahead and tell them what their task is?”
Art nodded, turning towards the girls, “Girls, despite the prevalence of magic in our world, technology has continued to innovate, combing ingenuity with creativity to solve even more of our problems. Your task for this midweek challenge will be to take a normal piece of technology and make it the centerpiece for something magical. The contestant with the most innovative idea will win!"
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Preparation
“Of course, throwing you straight into the deep end would probably be unwise,” Art smiled, “So feel free to look around my lab. I’ve already gotten rid of everything that should be able to do any lasting damage…” Art looked up, clearly trying to remember something, “At least… I’m pretty sure I did.”
Amy rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry girls,” she said, “I’ve probably tried everything in here at least twice over. Art’s just messing with you.”
“The Artificer!” Art corrected, Amy rolling her hand around.
“Anyways, when you think you’ve got an idea, we’ve got a punch of spare parts lying around that I’m sure Art would be more than happy to turn into whatever you need,” Amy smiled.
The girls nodded at one another, going their separate ways into the aisle of available gadgets and research.
“W-wow…” Paxton said, looking over the totality of it all, “This is insane… And did The Artificer really make all of these?” She looked at a little drinking bird desk toy.
“Yep!” Amy beamed, having followed Paxton, “He’s a tinkerer at heart, so whenever he’s not got some sort of big project, he likes to play around. Like this,” Amy pulled a pair of headphones off the shelf. “This is something only Art would make.”
Amy lifted them up, covering her ears with them. “He says he invented them to help him concentrate. I think he invented them to make it easier to ignore me.” She lifted the headphones up, pulling her hair back to reveal that her ears had completely disappeared. Meanwhile, the plastic sides of the headphones had transformed, being replaced with fleshy bits that more than likely were Amy’s original ears.
“Wow!” Paxton beamed, “That’s so cool!”
Amy nodded, “Based on your smile, you probably think this is pretty interesting.” She place the earphones back over her head, the ends morphing once more to regular headphones, as she removed them normally once again. “It’s just annoying when he forgets to put them back on because,” the two laughed, as Amy went searching to help another contestant, leaving Paxton to her own devices.
Dahlia was looking at a bookshelf. Among the various tomes were several odd choices, such as ‘Making the Most of Your Three Wishes’, ‘Swift for Dummies’, ‘Stickers: Facial Features’. One of the books that really captured Dahlia’s eyes was a rather ancient looking book, the spine having faded gold lettering that was peeling off reading ‘101 Us-less Tr-ns-orma-ions’
As Dahlia pulled this book off the shelf, Amy came up behind her, smiling, “I really wouldn’t look in that old thing for inspiration.”
Dahlia jumped a little as she turned around, facing Amy. “Why? What’s in it?”
“It was apparently some joke book created by an old wizard full of useless spells,” Amy explained, “Like seriously. One of the spells just removes all of your bones. Not much you can do as a loose pile of muscles and skin. And I should know,” Amy chuckled, clearly remembering such an incident fondly.
Dahlia nodded placing the book back onto the shelf. “Do you get to play around with this stuff often?”
“Oh yeah,” Amy smiled, “Art usually doesn’t have too much for me to do unless he’s working on some big project. So he’ll usually let me take whatever I want to just play around with.”
“And do you get to play with others?” Dahlia asked.
Amy sighed, “Unfortunately. Most of my playtime it’s just me. Art’s… weird about sharing his toys with others. I’ve tried to get him to talk about it, but the most I’ve ever gotten was that a dear friend of his tried to pass of his inventions as their own.”
Dahlia gave Amy a hug, “We’re sure he’ll talk when he’s ready.”
“Yeah… I’ve been telling myself that for a couple of years now,” Amy chuckled bittersweetly.
Kacie was moping around the aisles. Occasionally, there would be something that would catch her eye, only for her to lose interest a moment later. “Ugh… This is hopeless,” Kacie sighed sitting down on the floor.
Amy walked into her aisle, spotting Kacie and sitting down next to her. “Struggling with inspiration?” She asked.
“I just… I can’t think of anything,” Kacie sulked.
“Well… Art’s had these sort of funks before,” Amy said, putting her arm on Kacie’s shoulder. “When he’s stuck. He likes to go back to the basics. He’ll just build something that already exists, and then select one part of it and change it. Doesn’t even matter if it’s that amazing. Like this,”
Amy reached over to a nearby shelf, pulling down what appeared to be a toaster. “He was annoyed with the fact that toaster had two slots, so…” Amy awkwardly stuffed her hand into one of the slots of the toaster, pulling down on the lever, a bright flash appearing. Amy pulled out her hand, turning the toaster over, a copy of her hand flopping out onto the ground, “he used the second slot to create a replicator.”
The hand remained lifeless as Kacie picked it up, giving it an experimental squeeze. “Of course, since it’s just a proof-of-concept, it’s only temporary. It lasts for however many minutes you set the power too,” Already, the extra hand was beginning to disintegrate, becoming a small pile of dust that Kacie let slip onto the floor. “But you see? Sometimes a great idea is just reimagining something you’re familiar with into something fantastic.”
Kacie nodded, her spirits slightly uplifted. “Yeah… Maybe…”
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Demonstration
The girls eventually came up with their ideas, Art being more than helpful in assembling the actual devices they’d need for their mini-demonstrations.
Paxton was the first girl to go. She wheeled out a little table, on it were two items, her detached left arm, and a stapler. “So,” she smiled, “We already know that the biggest invention in paper connecting technology is the stapler. But that got me thinking… What if we could use the stapler for more than just paper?”
Paxton continued, “So, what if one day your arm detaches, and you find that you can’t attach it anymore?” she grabs the stapler in her right arm, lining up her left shoulder with the upper part of her left arm. “Well, one quick staple from the magic stapler,” Paton pressed down on the stapler, the mechanism activated, the seal between her arm and shoulder quickly disappearing, “And presto! Good as new!”
Paxton flexed her left arm. “Of course, it would be rather boring if all we could do with this is just attach things to where they’re supposed to go.” Paxton presses her left hand to her stomach, activating the magic stapler once again. Suddenly, the flesh of her palm melds into her stomach. She tries pulling it, but doesn’t manage to get very far. “You see, the magic stapler can truly bind anything,” Paxton moved her left arm in a flapping motion.
“Act now, and we’ll even throw in the magic stapler remover for free,” Paxton chuckled, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a staple remover. She wraps the teeth around her fused finger, and within moments has peeled he hand off her stomach once more.
Next up was Dahlia. who asked Amy if she would be willing to help demonstrate her magic item. Amy nodded, standing next to Dahlia with a nervous energy. “So,” Dahlia began, “We decided to create something that would be best for two people, but really could be a lot of fun for more than that.” Dahlia produced a video game controller and a usb stick, the later of which she placed into Amy’s hand and prompted her to insert it into her neck, which she happily obliged.
“So, rather than being a person controller, this controller is used solely to insert cheat codes,” Dahlia explained. “For instance, there’s the multi-arm power-up,” Dahlia seemed to mash some random buttons, and suddenly, from Amy’s sides two arms sprouted out, the new appendages ripping holes into her shirt.
“There’s also codes to play as other characters,” Dahlia mashed more buttons, and Amy’s skin began to shift, as she slowly cycled through transformations, copying everyone else in the room at least once (albeit as a four armed version of the person she was imitating). When she copied Art, she giggled uncontrollably, looking at his unamused face. Eventually though, the morphs ended up with Amy back as herself.
“And who could forget Big Head mode?” Another mashing of random buttons, and Amy’s head found itself inflating to twice its normal size. She laughed, he head acting almost like a bobbleheads as it waggled back and forth.
“With it’s cheat code generation system, the skies the limit for what you can accomplish,” Dahlia smiled, giving a slight bow, pressing the power button and turning Amy back to normal, who thanked her and returned to her judging seat.
Finally, the last girl on the docket was Kacie. She stood nervously, stepping from one foot to the other and looking away as she said, “So… I decided to do something based on a record player,” Kacie lifted up her tarp, revealing an old suitcase style record player. “And well… I’ll get on with it.”
From next to the record player, Kacie lifted up a cardboard record sleeve. She showed it off to Art and Amy, showing that there the sleeve was entirely blank. She opened the sleeve up wide, threatening to rip it apart, as she quickly stuck her head inside, letting go of the sides and causing the sleeve to snap shut around her head.
Kacie turned her head, showing off that just as the sleeve had compacted, it had also transformed to now feature cover art. The picture on the front read ‘The Life and Times of Kacie’ and featured a picture of Kacie running along a spinning record, a blue spotlight shining down on her in a triangular fashion.
Kacie’s body reached up, easily plucking the record sleeve off her body, leaving a neck stump behind. She opened the sleeve, pulling out a record that was the same color as her skin tone. She showed off the front, her smiling face plastered across the vinyl, before flipping it around and putting it on the record machine.
As the machine started playing, Kacie’s voice started to come out, narrating a bit of her life story over some pleasantly smooth instrumentals underneath that did not really draw the focus away. As the record went along, the music would slowly shift, instruments dropping in and out, creating a dynamic melody that changed to fit the mood of the anecdote Kacie was sharing. She let this go on for about four minutes, before stopping the record player, taking a headless bow.
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Results
Amy, Art, and Drake went back and forth for a while, but eventually, Drake made the announcement, “Well girls. It was a close one but the judges have came to a conclusion.”
“The winner,” Art smiled, “For the creativity she showed in not only thinking of a clever way to use an old piece of technology, but add some of her own flavor to it, is Kacie!”
Kacie was astonished, her mouth dropping open as Paxton and Dahlia gave her a hug. “Unfortunately,” Art said, standing up, “I don’t have anything I can give you as a reward. But you can take solace in the fact that you won’t have to deal with whatever punishment the losers get.”
“Speaking of!” Drake grinned, turning towards the camera, “It’s that time of the night folks. Go ahead and vote on what sort of punishment you’d like to see Paxton and Dahlia endure. Well… I say endure, but honestly, it’s more likely they’ll have a great time with whatever gets selected.”
“In any case, I want to thank you all for watching. Goodnight Everybody!”
Sorry, Voting is Closed
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& Question Corner &
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To Paxton and Dahlia: “The Smithsonian Museum is a staple of good quality and art, though this magic exhibition is a special kind. Didn't know that ANGA already produced "artifacts", but I guess this is an American thing. Something I'm not really used to here in Europe. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed your stroll there and got a good talk with Melody. She seems to be quite the amazing Woman, especially if she isn't an Assistant but in Research. I don't want to nerd too much, but you can bet that I would have gone nuts seeing her robotic arm work that well. And yes Natalie would have gone crazy in there, I'm sure she will get there once she gets a chance to do so.
Also, you girls stick with Kacie, she got news that plunged her into a hole, she needs help to get out of there.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Paxton: “It was really nice to get to know Melody yesterday. Even though she’s not an assistant, she got a clear appreciation for magic that goes beyond just thinking it’s something cool to do. But yeah, I still really wish that Natalie could have been there to see the museum.
Don’t worry Andrea! I’ll do my best to help Kacie. I’m sure if it’s anything like I was at the beginning of the season, she’s going to need all the help she can get to help her work through her problems.”
Dahlia: “The museum was interesting. There were so many wonderful props there. It made us think, and we know exactly what we want to do for our performance.
Don’t worry Andrea. We’ll keep an eye on Kacie.”
To Kacie: “Honey, hey listen, remember how you came to my party, leaving Tetra behind and giving me a chance to meet the awesome and amazing girl that you are? Or how you enjoyed yourself in our shared punishment, or my challanges, both without Tetra?
Do you think, you would have been better with Tetra? Well I can tell you, no you wouldn't have been. Why you might ask? Well that is fairly easy to explain, you poured your love and joy into it, without noticing you bloomed and flowered. Yet I know I sound like the biggest do-right here, but I know what you go through, seriously. You know, I have been hiding behind a mask my entire life, until I came out and also I wore a mask that I couldn't easily pull off like you can with Tetra, because it was my own face. Always putting up a smile, even though I was heartbroken and anxious and close to panicking.
Now, I know you feel like you can't accomplish anything without Tetra, but thats far from true, just recall how often you were hanging out with the girls or even with me, not having Tetra. I am sure you are also a great DJ, also I agree with Martin, you are an amazing and great Assistant, you are a special Bean and that's important, you are Kacie, Tetra is just a mask to help you overcome your fears.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Kacie: Kacie still seems down in the dumps, “But there’s a big difference between just hanging out and doing magic with you all and performing. When we’re hanging out, I don’t have anything to prove. But on stage, you’ve got to be the best, and that’s something I know I’m not. Tetra has always been a better DJ than me, and if this season’s anything to go by, she’s a better assistant than me too. I know you say that Tetra’s an easy mask to remove, but to me, it feels like she’s superglued on.”
To Martin: “Even though it sounds rude, but yeah, you show again, that you are World-Class Material, seriously, I couldn't have talked better to Kacie. And to be honest, all the worries I still had about you cracking under the pressure again, have faded away, now that you displayed that tremendous amount of care and attention.
Well that said, I wish I could come over and cheer Kacie up myself, I wrote her a letter, hope it cheers her up, yet do me a favor and keep an eye on her. As for a lil sneak peak, are you happy with the ensemble of girls you now have for the last two weeks, or would you have preferred another girl, I know it's cheesy to ask, but I'm bound to bed and curious.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Martin: Martin blushes. “Thanks Andrea. I can assure you, the old Martin is already far gone from the show. These girls are my assistants, and my responsibility now. I’m not going to just abandon them after they’ve worked so hard to get here.
I know that you care deeply for all of the girls, so don’t worry, I’m actively monitoring Kacie’s situation. She’s stopped begging to want to leave the show thankfully, but I know that that’s just the first step to helping her become the assistant I know that she can be.
As for your question… Yes. If I could have my way, I would want all six of the contestants here right now. Rachel, Olive, and Natalie put in so much effort those first four weeks, and I feel that I still have so much that I could teach them. Unfortunately, that’s just the nature of the show. And if it’s been decided that these three girls are the ones who will be getting my time, than I will fully devote myself to helping them out.”
To Drake: “Wow, you are so relaxed all of the sudden, what drugs did you use? I want them too!
Joke aside, it is good to see you calming down and getting more invested into the girls, with only three girls officially left it means that you have more time for each, which is good, still, you should have been at least less stuck up during my week, but there is no use in crying over spilled milk. I'm just happy to see you more relaxed. By the way, keep the show running, I love to watch it from bed, yes I'm bound to it, but should be fine next week for the grand finale.
Also keep and eye on the girls, especially Kacie, she is pretty broken by this point. Don't worry I also tried to cheer her up by now. Try to remind her of her accomplishments without Tetra, even the small ones, she needs that.” -Andrea (@@Jeaune)
Drake: “Ha ha. No drugs I’m afraid. Just happy to be back in the US. Especially since that means we can’t cause any more international incidents,” Drake laughs.
“As for the girls… I know that I’ve been rather inattentive to them all over the years, but that’s usually because I’m supposed to be running the show. It’s a full time job, and unfortunately I don’t get many breaks from it. I just happened to get a break from it yesterday morning, so I thought I’d try reaching out.
But yes. Don’t worry, I’m keeping an eye on Kacie. I’m unfortunately not allowed to interfere too much, however since this week’s challenge seems to be targeting her more than the other two, I also believe the occasional check in to see how she’s feeling will be tolerable within my hosting agreement.
I hope you enjoy the rest of the season Andrea, I’ll do my best to keep us on a steady course. And I can’t wait to see you during finals week.”
To Everyone: “I'm sorry I couldn't get to you yesterday, we were very busy with our fondest goodbyes to Howard, Annette, Sable, and Rocky. as well as a council meeting that went late into the night.
Rachel is going home soon too, and she'll have some stories to tell at the afterparty, and a few choice knick knacks. I'm sorry you didn't make it this week Natalie, we can have you as our guest after the season is over if you'd like, you're welcome anytime.
And what a challenge you've all got. I have the utmost confidence, you all will do well in both the main challenge and the midweek. You three have fun what ever happens.” -Jacob Schutter (@@James-MacCloude)
Paxton: “No worries Jake. Again, since ANGA is recorded, it’s not the end of the world if you miss an episode or two. They’ll always be plenty of time to catch up later. Hopefully I’ll be able to pull off what I have in mind for the challenge this week, but I’m definitely going to be pushing myself.”
Dahlia: “This week will certainly be interesting. We’re happy to hear that you had a wonderful time with Rachel and everyone else.”
Kacie: Kacie sighs, “I’m happy to hear that Rachel had a good time. And sorry that you just missed out on talking to Natalie, but I’m sure she would appreciate the sentiment. I feel bad about the midweek too though… I don’t feel like I deserved the win.”
To Paxton: “I'm sorry I missed seeing you yesterday. Wow, what a challenge! But you should do great, you’re extremely clever. And I'm glad to see you more open with the others. I've never been to the Smithsonian, it looked like you had a little fun. We'll see each other soon.
Big hugs to you and a kiss.
Love you Paxton.” -James Schutter (@@James-MacCloude)
Paxton: Paxton smiles, “No worries about missing days James! From what your dad said, it sounds like you all were pretty busy. And yeah, the Smithsonian was a lot of fun! My parents took me to the Aerospace museum once as a kid and I remember they had a zero gravity chamber that was a lot of fun!”
Paxton goes silent, as she blushes, and blurts out “And… uh… Loveyoutookbye!” She quickly scurries off camera, clearly embarrassed as she leaves.
To Kacie: “Hey Kacie. It's been a while. Got my own problems and saw yours. Listen, every head has it's uses and yours is important. You might mess up but getting rid of it won't solve your problems. Trust me, I met many girls in my store that been through the same thing.” -Rei (@@quad2)
Kacie: Kacie sighs, “Yeah… It would be a waste… Although I don’t even know if I’d get that much money from selling my head… Maybe I could convert it to extra body mass…”