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[feytality]

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week 0, post-exec

[feytality]

[ maya is in the cafeteria..... but she doesn't seem to have noticed catra yet. she's deep in thought and kind of... frowning..... mumbling something to herself? ]

[supercatty]

[Catra is hunched over a table, sipping on a slurpie, and it takes her a moment to notice Maya too. but when she does? she sits up a bit, ears perking forward]

[. . .]

[and then she stares and doesn't say anything else 'cause who are you talking to, Maya]

[feytality]

[ catra can make out something about trials and afterlife and execution and going crazy.... ]

[supercatty]

[uuuuuh]

[what if she continues to observe b/c this is bewildering but also kind of amusing??]

[feytality]

[ this is about the time where she finally notices she's not alone and jumps, scooby doo style ]

Woah! D-Don't sneak up on me like that!

week 1, wednesday

[supercatty]

[ANYWAY IT'S WEDNESDAY!! THE GREAT DEBATE TOURNAMENT HAS ENDED. CATRA IS SEEKING OUT MAYA FOR MYSTERIOUS TASK-RELATED REASONS]

[where is Maya this fine Wednesday of week one!]

[feytality]

[ maya is just chillaxing in the library... making like a castle or something out of books ]

[supercatty]

[. . . casually leans over to steal one of the books on the bottom of the castle]

[like an asshole]

[feytality]

Hey!

[ it wobbles a little but stays upright ]

I'm not done! Wait till I'm finished, and then we can jenga.

[ was that her plan.. the whole time .. ]

week 1, friday

[feytality]

[ maya's hovering around...... wherever catra is ]

Are you doing okay? I have some painkillers left, and, uhm, I brought burgers if you're hungry...

[ awkwardly ]

[supercatty]

[NEAR WINTER!! eyeing the ladder like she wants to climb it]

[she looks like a hot mess and, in addition to cyoa injuries, is now covered in tiny squirrel and goose bites]

[stares at her with a deadeyed look]

No. I do not want any burgers right now.

[a bit stiffly]

[feytality]

Well... maybe later, then.

[ just gonna set that bag down ]

The painkillers, though...

[supercatty]

[. . . . . . stares at the bag. inches her way towards it. it's fine, don't mind her]

Adora has a bunch. Save them for someone else.

week 3, monday

[feytality]

[ where is catra, al..... maya is hanging about ]

Hi, Ms. Catra! Do you like the snow?

[supercatty]

[CATRA IS TRUDGING THROUGH THE SNOW. . . in boots. boots!! can you believe she's wearing shoes]

No, not really.

[. . . kicks at the snow :/]

It's cold and wet.

[feytality]

[ remember u must memeshare first ]

[ maya tries not to giggle, but that's such a cat thing to say.. and she's wearing boots. ]

Well, how about throwing snowballs? That could be fun.

[supercatty]

[THANK U FOR REMINDING ME B/C I FORGOT]

Isn't that just going to make us even colder and wetter? Unless I'm the only one doing the throwing.

[tail flick! she seems to consider it, before she crouches down, and--]

[a memory flashes before her]

week 3, saturday

[supercatty]

[haha what a miserable trial that was!!]

[anyway Catra is flouncing from the gymnasium to head towards. . . the SUB? so Maya will probably find her outside, trudging through the snow in her boots]

[feytality]

[ maya is trudging through the snow... in sandals. she has a cloak now, though. character development ]

Catra! Wait up.

[supercatty]

[Maya. . .]

[Catra pauses when she hears her name, but despite her breakdown in public earlier, she is now just]

[picking up the pace]

[OH NO EMBARRASSING]

[feytality]

[ oh.... okay..... maya's not chasing ]

week 4, saturday

[feytality]

[ hewwo maya is here ]

... Catra.

[supercatty]

[Catra is also here!! tucked into a corner of the room!! she's a mess, but she isn't feeling anything at all right now. just a flatline of numbness]

[except]

[then she hears Maya, and there's a spike of guilt]

. . .

Hey.

[feytality]

[ maya comes and sits as close to catra as she can get i forget the detention layout ]

Adora.... it's not your fault.

[ she says that first ]

[ maya is calm again. ]

[supercatty]

[it's just a classroom I think, NOTHING SPECIAL]

[. . . her ears twitch again]

[. . .]

[she says nothing, but guilt is starting to peek out from the flatline]