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At least she's free. It's sad to see her go, but a part of you envies her. You're stuck down here. Stuck working day after day, performing inane task after inane task. Good for her, at least.
You poke at your wrist flower. It's still alive, despite IN LIMBO no longer existing, so that's good? At least?
"S-so. What now?"
"I need to take a shower, ha!" Anthony shakes his body to dislodge the mountain of pollen clinging to his clothes, like a wet dog shaking itself dry. "I'm caked in this stuff. Guess we got enough samples to go around, eh?"
"Speaking about STATIC POLLEN, her cell's completely filled with it. We should probably clear that out, shouldn't we?"
"U-uhm. D-doesn't the po-pollen mess with your brain? H-how are you two...fine?"
Good question! You shrug since you're not really sure yourself. Your best guess is you were protected by IN LIMBO somehow; otherwise, your mind should be mush right now.
What you do know is you have to clear that cell out before you can put another anomaly in there.
"Question! Do either of you know how to make an air filter?"
"No..." The disappointment in her words is palpable. She's ashamed that she's not well versed in the arts of constructing filters.
"I hadda repair a few durin' my service. Most of 'em were in vehicles and the like. We can probably cobble somethin' together."
"I can teach ya, missy." Anthony firmly plants his hand on Lucy's shoulder. A hand that promptly sinks into her shoulder. A brief grimace of discomfort flashes through his face. "Ough."
"O-okay!" Lucy doesn't seem to notice his discomfort or his sinking hand. "L-let's do this! I-I guess!"
While you leave him to deal with Lucy, you scour around the place for all of the parts you need. You're glad you purchased a RESUPPLY of your supplies since you have a surplus of random junk to make a viable filter with. It won't be pretty, but you don't really care. If it works, it works.
You're quickly joined by your coworkers after Anthony manages to free his hand from Lucy's gooey form. You and Anthony do most of the heavy lifting since, well, Lucy isn't really built for this. Anthony is rattling off a whole lot of technical mumbo jumbo that your mind is filtering out.
You're focused on building the filter to begin with. It's a rudimentary, shoddy thing built out of random scrap and garbage, but it should be enough to draw out all of the STATIC POLLEN from IN LIMBO's cell by tomorrow, at least.
EL FELINO is snoozing away on Lucy's lap, somehow finding her body comfortable to sleep on. You're not going to question it; that cat is an anomaly in and of itself.
You decide to pass the time by asking a pretty topical question. "So. Do you guys have any dreams?" It only seems fitting considering what happened only a few minutes ago.
"Ah. That flower startin' to take your mind over, Vinny?" Anthony chortles. "Guess Rolle ain't gone yet!"
Lucy stops petting EL FELINO. "W-well, most of my d-dreams are stupid and lame and silly."
