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[skinandbone]

The sun is ambling towards the horizon when there is a polite knock at the Cabal's door. And standing outside is a Metody, small, tired, eyes red-rimmed with the day's crying, and carrying an ominous stack of books and notepads.

At least the suit is packed away in her massive backpack? In it's place, she's wearing some horrific pink fantasy of business casual, because Metody has apparently decided to become survivalist barbie.

Her hair's in a no nonesense bun. Run, Johannes.