[open to anyone stuck in the mazes]

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With all the preparation for the confrontation with the Ohm, the battle itself, and the immediate aftermath, most of the crew were naturally focused on current events. But some crewmembers weren't so up to date on what was happening.

Mainly because they were stuck running mazes with GLaDOS. No matter what was happening the eternal, endless, quest for cake always continued.

[[ooc: okay, so this is basically just a general running-around-the-mazes log for my characters that are stuck running mazes with GLaDOS. It basically covers about a week before Lirath, Lirath itself, and a couple of days after - so anyone who was GLaDOS'd during that time can tag in. Marco, Celestia, and Daja each have their own thread, and Zita might tag in on occasion with GLaDOS herself if she has time.]]

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Marco though, was pretty much paying no attention to how well Sakura was holding on. She was nothing more than a minor distraction - all his attention was focused solely on the run. Real horses might need to pay attention to their riders, but Marco wasn't a real horse.

With the way Marco was running at full-speed, he'd pulled ahead of the other horses. But unlike him, they had their riders to rein in their energy, and Marco didn't know enough about horse racing to know that he'd need that energy for the final stretch.

[encourage]

Paired with Sakura, who knew a lot about racing as a person, and nothing of racing as a horse, it didn't mean much for winning. They came around the second bend, now on that final stretch -- and that's when a sorrel to their left started pulling ahead, rider letting the reins out.

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With the blinkers blocking his vision, Marco couldn't see the other horse at all until he was pulling ahead of him. He was beginning to regret running at full force now - he muscles were aching - but he wasn't really ready to give up. Hey, if Cassie could win a horse race, then he damn well could too!

So he tried to ignore the pain, and push through.

[encourage]

Which wasn't necessarily the wisest course of action, if he'd asked Sakura, but then again he was also male. This meant he should do what he was doing anyway, because that was just what guys do.

Sakura had a very interesting world-view.

Managing to stay on and not bounce at odds to Marco's pace, she saw the finish line approaching as they had another twenty-five yards down the stretch. "Go!" she shouted, moving the reins up his neck to reduce the pull on his mouth down to nothing more than the weight of the leather itself as it slapped lightly against his neck. "Someone's coming up on the left!"