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Testing Patience || Maddie & Constantin (Funus Rex)

[It was testing day again, and for once Maddie was glad to be there. Or maybe not glad. Apprehensive, nervous, keen on maybe getting some answers for once. Testing was usually a waste of time, but the image of Kaiser’s drooping face leering at her every time she turned her head made her far more willing to do whatever needed to be done, if it meant getting rid of him at the end of the day. Delusions, as far as Maddie could tell, were the most understudied of the Infections, which was understandable given that, compared to what they were up against, they didn’t seem real. They weren’t real, she reminded herself forcefully. Whatever else Kaiser was now, he wasn’t real. He was just in her head. And she wanted him out.

As anxious as she was about testing, Maddie actually showed up early. Too early. Usually when she came in-- as late as she could get away with-- she’d be met with a flurry of doctors and scientists giving her orders and asking her questions. Now there was nothing but the disinterested nod of a nurse preoccupied with something else. Maddie stopped in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with herself. She was never very good at waiting, even for things she didn’t want. For lack of any other direction, she spotted a row of chairs along the walls-- waiting chairs, she assumed, for people waiting to be tested. That included her, now she supposed. And another early bird, someone she was more than happy to flop down next to and offer a cheeky, if tired and not terribley convincing, smile.] Alright then, Constantin? Got all your pencils sharpened, calculator, protractor, graphing paper with you? Heard the tests are going to be wicked hard today.

[She leans in closer, keeping an eye on the nurse to make sure they’re not overheard.] “Seriously, though, it’s been crazy, right? I honestly can’t believe they’re still making us do this after what happened last time.”

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Drawbridge Beth was perhaps a miraculous bit of construction. No wires or gears, and yet she moved independently. She spanned the narrow space from the back bar to the drinking counter before it, careful not to disturb the bottles and glasses behind her back, and her toes, some of which sparkled with silver rings, hooked on the edge of the polished wood in front of her. The acres of bare leg between the two surfaces not bothered to be hidden by the long skirts she normally wore ~the weather was unseasonably warm and even sheer cloth was almost unbearable. Spread across her pitched lap lay two books, one highlighted in a rainbow of vibrant colours, the other subjected to the indignity of several dozen sticky-notes. Haphazard ponytail, purple pens tucked behind each ear, glasses perched at the tip of her nose, apple stuck between her teeth. She moved to let Ron by as he was tidying things up but not ten minutes later, one leg on either side of him caged him in between her and the bar with the softest growls. The sound of her might have been ridiculous to his ears but every line of her being spoke of frustration.

“Why? Why I goddah know where da Great Charter was signed? Is no like King John gonna revoke it, right? An’ da Evacuation a’ Dunkirk. Why it mattah was call Operation Dynamo? An’ mahalo, only know dat off’ya. Is ridiculous. What difference colour of Ke Ali’i’s underpants make t’ joinin’ da club? Mo’beddah dey ax me why wanna be citizen. Wha’ can contribute!”

Increasingly she fell back into talking bird, tension escalating toward hysteria. Her head pounded and her eyes ached and all in all she was just so done. Two little fists snared themselves in his shirt, her arms practically vibrating, sending the books falling to the ground. “Why!?”