Room 205, Monday Morning

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Rhys had been blissfully unaware of anything weird going on in town this past weekend. He'd been engrossed in finishing up the work on a rudimentary arm so he could at least have two hands to build a better one. Or maybe another ECHO eye...

Whatever. It'd get made.

If he could work out how to get this arm slotted into place without having to contort himself like a circus performer.

"Son of a bitch, c'mon," he muttered, having to reach across his body with his arm in an attempt to see what he was getting hung up on. Which meant a lot of frowning and jamming his hand into his shoulder socket.

Of course.

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Upgrades, huh? Been there.

"Ew," she said, sympathetically. Ish. "Sounds like they might be onto you and don't want you stealing any more stuff."

Those noticeable glances at the mechanical hand told a pretty decent story of what went down. She was just filling in some blanks here.

"I sorta got stuck here after stealing some stuff too," she offered. "But it was less 'portals' and 'resurrection machines' and more 'go to school, get out of juvie.'"

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And yet undoubtedly completely off. Because Jack. Always because of Jack.

"I'm pretty sure people think I'm dead," he admitted with a sigh. "On the upside I get to skip out on student loans."

Who hasn't wanted to fake their own deaths to avoid those?

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"That's a pretty nice bonus," Faith agreed. "Having people think you're dead, not so much."

Being stuck in high school with no way home and no arm had to suck.

"How's the second run at high school going compared to the first time around?"

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He was to be blamed for the latter, at least.

"Three words: giant talking dog."

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Faith snickered. "You have a good point."

High school, man.

"What's worse is he seems to either hate me or really want to be my friend."