AUDIENCE FOR: Sheila Hammond

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It's a website where you rate services. My husband is really into it. I couldn't care less, but I pretend I do because I love him.

[That was more context than necessary, but okay.]

Is this one of your favorite rooms, Aquila? I took a look around yesterday, and disembodied massages were not one of the things I expected the hotel and the station to have in common.

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[ they are completely pleased with this context, just nodding sagely. aquila is the type of person who seems to like the hot goss.

anyway. they nod. ] Yeah, I love this place. Nothing like getting a good shoulder rub when you're working twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and people are getting murdered.

[ deadpan... but their love for it is genuine. ] Did they have that at the station, seriously. Sounds - wait, wasn't that place all, y'know.

[ they

make an inappropriate finger in hole gesture ]

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[She starts to laugh.]

Rated R? Yeah, it was. [Snorts.] The hands were very good at their job.

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[ mock scandalized, they put their hand to their chest. ] Mrs. Hammond.

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Cover your virgin ears, Aquila, because that is the least scandalous thing that happened in the station. [Lightly, lowering her voice to a mock whisper like she's discussing a conspiracy.] Like once, someone fucked the elevator.

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[ help.

they start laughing, and then badly try to cover that laughter, and then give a very dramatic - ] No.

[ a beat. ] I mean, wow. Elevators put people out, but putting out's a different story.... [ AQUILA. ]

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That's why they call it the indulgence center. Even the elevator's having a good— well, no. Actually, I don't think I can call fucking a killer robot a good time. So glad I'll never have to see that bitch again.

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A killer robot sounds horrid. Did it, you know. Die?