[open]

[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
Wildcards welcome, bespoke starters available upon request.))

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[sulahnan]

"What you intended doesn't change how it looks," Athessa fires back, though she doesn't notice Wysteria stopping until she's already a few steps ahead. Turning back, she comes to a decision: fuck this.

"And maybe, just maybe, if nobody would've agreed to the work if you were up-front about it, that's kind of a sign that you should reexamine the work."

All this said while reloading her armfuls of parcels onto Wysteria, going even so far as to balance one on top of the blonde's head. Athessa brushes off her hands, for effect, and starts back the way she was originally headed.

"Don't let me catch you selling any more people," she says, just loudly enough that someone might hear (if only there were anyone about).

[heirring]

In her wake, Wysteria huffs and puffs after her--blustering as she struggles to safely re-allocate the parcels so abruptly returned to her care.

"I hardly doubt you will ever be in such a position, Athessa," she calls, insistent to the last. "For I--"

Whatever the exact form her protests are meant to take go distinctly lopsided however. They are replaced by a squawk as one of the packages slips from her overburdened arms.