Also, just for historical irony purposes, yesterday marked the 15th anniversary of the start of the Rwanda Genocide. Rather appropriate, really.

Since her arrival in the RC, she'd grown quite accustomed to the steady dripping of the Urple-brown goo from the ceiling to the bucket they'd managed to borrow. In fact, it was quite lulling at times.

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Before her, her laptop was turned on and her left hand rested on the keyboard, but somehow she’d managed to doze off while browsing her files.

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But there was a reason that the Laws of Narrative Comedy were leaving her be for the moment, or rather, they weren't; they just weren't interrupting her nap with a mission.



Unfortunately for her, he elbow was slipping on the desk, too slowly to be noticeable, at least until it finally slid off the edge. Gravity did the rest.

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Clunk.

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All the way through.