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[Maggie looks a bit paler and much more exhausted than usual, but puts on as warm and chipper a front as she can. She's clearly sitting on the floor as she posts this.]

Hello again, Wonderland! While it's good to see all of your lovely faces, those nine flights of stairs up to my room are a considerably less welcome sight. Would someone be so kind as to help me up to my bed? A couple of someones if necessary? I've had an eventful week and I'm not at my best.

Once that's managed, I intend to stay there for a few days at barest minimum.

I'll be hosting horror movie marathons tomorrow night and the night after, in room 969, barring Wonderland-interference. Prior acquaintance not required! If horror isn't your cup of tea, feel free to stop by during the afternoons instead. Incidentally, non-metaphorical cups of tea will be available, or your hot or caffeinated beverage of choice. Hope to see you soon, darlings!

((Spam tags for movie night or afternoon visits also welcome!))

[Private to Mahir, Shaun, and Georgia]

[More seriously, dropping any pretense:]

How long was I gone? Let me find my bed, and then all of you get over here before you ask what you've missed back home.

[She doesn't want to do this more than once.]

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Figuratively, please. What you do behind closed doors is none of my business, but maybe don't do it where I have to watch.

See you soon, Shaun.

[Georgia is just standing by the door tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for Shaun to wrap up his conversation with Maggie. THEY HAVE TO GET MOVING, SHAUN, THERE IS NEWS TO GET.]

See you soon.

[He locks his device and turns toward his sister.]

George, chill. I don't think she's even back to her room yet--she needs to get a ride. Beating her there is not going to get you your news faster, okay?

Conveniently, having someone with superpowers carry you up the stairs is much faster than recruiting assistance from people with normal human strength and speed. Georgia won't have to wait too long for her news.

Maggie has Kon bring her directly to bed, where she intends to stay for the foreseeable future. Or at least until she needs to get up and drag herself to the bathroom. That's a problem for later.

First, she has to share the truth.

George definitely has not chilled, but she walked rather than ran and has not kicked down the door, so she's pretty sure she's exceeding all expectations for how calmly she's taking this.

Still, the second they're in the room, she can't stop herself from immediately questioning.

"You were injured?"

Maggie's not supposed to be going out and getting herself in danger. She's supposed to be safe at home with her dogs. Not that the CDC cares about what's supposed to happen, but still. It's alarming.

Shaun presses his lips together. He really is going to have to sit on George, and he knows that Maggie's left the safety of her bulldog sanctuary. What's another step down that path? How many more of his friends will he get hurt or killed?

"George." He turns toward Maggie. "Hi, Maggie, how are you feeling? Can we get you anything?"

When Shaun Mason is the advocate for social grace... She smiles slightly.

"Like hell. The bullet nicked my liver. I'm alive, though, and likely to stay that way for the immediate future. The two balance each other." She looks considerably less awful now that she's had a couple more days' rest and gotten into her mother's clutches back home. Her matted hair has been combed, for instance, and she's in real clothes rather than a hospital gown, even if they are yoga pants and a flannel shirt.

"Just tea, please, unless the closets can produce painkillers. I wouldn't turn those down." And yes, she can start answering questions while she waits. Maggie doubts Georgia will hold off even for the minute it takes water to boil in the electric kettle. Certainly not several more for it to steep.

"That much, I can help you with." Georgia doesn't get her killer migraines anymore, but there are a lot of habits she just hasn't stopped. Carrying a bottle of painkillers is one of them. She pulls it out, dumps two in her hand, and hands them over to Maggie. "What happened?"

It isn't just impatience. There's also concern there. She just... shows it in her own way.

Maggie examines the pills for a second, making sure she recognizes them before she nods and tips them into her mouth. Some drugs are very hard on your liver, and she's doing her best to take it easy.

"I think it makes more sense to start from the beginning than jump around," she tells Georgia. "It's only been a couple months, but it feels like a lot longer. They were eventful."

Shaun, meanwhile, moves to start making tea. He fills the kettle and flips the switch to start it. "Ready whenever you are. What kind of dead leaves do you want, and how do you like them, so I can make it without interrupting you?"

"Shaun told me you and Mahir were headed to Seattle when he and Becks paid the Masons a visit." She doesn't bother hiding her scorn. They're her friends. They'll understand. "That beginning enough for you?"

"Just get a teabag from the blue tin, add hot water, and bring it over here. It's fine." She isn't going to be picky and make him choose a loose leaf tea and brew it to exacting specifications right now.

Maggie gives Georgia an unimpressed look, but immediately picks up at the specified point in the timeline. "There's an exclusive hotel in Seattle that prides itself on complete privacy. It was as safe a place as any I could think of for me and Mahir. We had tracked down the Monkey, and Becks and Shaun got back to us just in time to meet him. The Masons did go for Alisa, in the meanwhile."

And Alaric will get her back out of their hands as soon as humanly possible.

She might as well get to the most important fact, at least to Georgia personally, all in one go. "The Monkey's colleague, the Cat, sent our team to plant a bug in the Seattle CDC before we received all of the IDs. Which is where Shaun found you. Or vice versa."

Congratulations, Maggie, you get that most rare of sights: a genuine, Georgia Mason smile. “I get out?”

A Georgia smile is rare enough that Maggie can't help smiling back, even knowing that not all of the news she has to share is good. "Not only do you get out, you blow up half of the Seattle CDC on your way to make sure their cloning project is over. You had to drag Shaun, Mahir, and Becks out of there before everything went up in flames. Good job, Georgia."

"And people say I'm the destructive one," Shaun says, bringing Maggie the hot water and a teabag on the side. He knows some people can be fussy about their tea and he doesn't want to do it wrong. "We're gonna have to update our bylines."

"You're just jealous I beat you to the punch." She reaches for his hand once he's put down the tea, tugging him towards her. She won't get too PDA in front of Maggie, but she thinks she can be forgiven a hug. They find each other. Her feelings about returning are still complicated, but she feels a million times better knowing that there will be an end to it. She'll get out. She and Shaun will find each other.

She looks back at Maggie. "I can't imagine it was easy for you all to accept."

Maggie immediately adds the teabag to the mug and wraps her hands around it with a small, grateful smile for Shaun.

She is absolutely alright with the occasional hug or hand-holding between Shaun and Georgia, though Maggie sort of wishes someone would hold her for this conversation.

"I told you that if you had any percent of the first Georgia Mason in you, you'd take yourself out before you willingly hurt Shaun," Maggie tells Georgia serenely. "Becks struggled most. She was our self appointed guard. Mahir was as suspicious as a Newsie should be, but when he accepted you, as far as I can tell he did it fully."

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