trans_9 | There's always work to be done!

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There's always work to be done!

At least in Hit girl's mind, that was the way things rolled.

And for Mindy, if you wanted to take the two separately, that idea carried over. Sure, there was plenty of training to do, and god knows she had several sparring partners by now, but maintaining her civilian identity was just as important. As it so happened though, there was just as much stuff for Mindy to do as Hit Girl. Specifically, this house took a LOT of care and cleaning, something that Ruffnut was more than happy to let Mindy spearhead. So inside work had involved mopping, sweeping, dusting, window washing and all the while contending with the ghosts. With Ruffnut doing whatever she was doing at this time, Mindy was more than happy to carry on conversations with the house ghouls and was now, in fact, quite used to them being there. Sure, they were a bit cold with her right now because Hana was a fall out with Ruffnut (for some fucking reason or another) but there was no pranking at her, and likewise she was respectful of them.

They were ghosts, for Christsake. Did you really want to piss them off?

Right now Mindy was hard at work, painting the front of the building after making sure she had piled up some leftover debris from the latest piece of shit falling apart, and was wiping her forehead a moment. She was dressed in a plain short sleeve shirt and work pants, her hair in a ponytail, looking a little tired.

God, she wasn't even done with most of her work today.

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Diana's low profile was easily kept in the City, what with it being so big she could go for hours without seeing another person.

She thought it best to familiarize herself with the area. Know the escape routes. She didn't want to end up trapped down some alley when things went up the creek. And if she was setting up here, she'd need to know the best direction to flee in should something attack her in the middle of the night.

So she strolls casually down the streets, killing the day.

Oh, look, a little girl clearing out a creepy hotel that was practically begging for Scooby and the gang to come and investigate.

This should be fun.

The pretty teen walked over. "Someone's working hard."

Mindy looked up from where she was taking the carpets out to beat the crap out of the when she spotted the fairly pretty girl. Wait, was she pretty because she actually was, or because Mindy admitted to herself she liked Ruffnut? Then again...who gave a shit? She was some pretty-ish looking girl with cool black hair, and just happened to make a comment.

"Gotta get all this crap cleaned," Mindy said, shaking her head. "The ghosts aren't helping either, they're kinda pissed for some reason. But this place isn't going to look all uninfected by itself."

She paused. "You're new, I think."

Diana arched her eyebrow slightly, giving the massive place a quick look over from the outside. "You have ghosts?"

Like there weren't enough terrors already, now Diana had the idea of ghosts to deal with. Great.

She put on a smile. "That's me. A novice."

"Yeah, a few," Mindy said, shaking her head. "I know, its freaking weird, but we're on Stacy, so I'm not really surprised. But yeah, they kinda trouble lots of the time."

She quirked her eyebrow. "Novice? A novice in what?"

"Well that sounds pretty annoying." She sighed sympathetically, resting her hands on her hips. "Can't you get rid of them?" She'd seen Harry Potter and Spiderman hanging around, surely there was a Ghostbuster or two?

"In all things Stacy." Diana replied with just a hint of playfulness.

Mindy shrugged. "I'm used to it. Once I was assured they weren't going to get all pervy, its just all about rolling with the punches. Besides, we have a guy that can help us know what they want and stuff."

This was, of course, before her fight with Hana.

"Well, that's what you have other people for. Since you're out here in pretty much nowhere, I'm guessing you're mapping the place huh?"

"Lucky you. I'm not sure I'd be sticking around, helper or not. I'm not too fond of the idea of 'rolling with the punches'." She gestured to herself. "Not the sort to go looking for some rough and tumble, I'm afraid."

Surviving and living through it though, that she could do, but no need to give that away.

Diana winks. "You're on top form with the guesses."

"It's not like I have much of a choice," Mindy replied. "I'm stuck on a living ship with a bunch of super powered people, and we'll eventually have to go fight this vicious alien species If I don't learn to adjust, then I'm just going to be a miserable sack of crap for a long time. Better to make the most of it."

And of course, rough and tumble was what Mindy did best, something SHE didn't need to give away.

She grinned. "I was pod popped just like you, so I look for the signs."

"Fun, fun, fun. I can barely contain myself at the thought of it all."

Diana stepped closer, pretty dark eyes fixed on Mindy as she looked her over. "You're a smart one, aren't you? I can tell."

"How long since Crazy Stacy woke you up?"

Someone had taken their sarcasm pills today (not that she could talk, really). The really irritating thing was the fact she still had to maintain her alter ego, so she couldn't give details about what exactly she did to not go crazy.

"Probably more accurate to say I'm sensible, but I'll take what I can get," she replied. Smart. She liked that. "But since there's no way to really accurately track him much time passes on the ship, I couldn't tell you. I'm pretty sure I've been here long enough to have aged at least a year though. Been through enough stuff to know you have to do something to keep you from going crazy."

Which brought her to the new girl. "So what's your story?"

"I'm sure I'll find something to do." Her smile was sly and suggestive.

"What makes you think I have a story?" She pulled a look of interest, her eyes twinkling with something hidden. "Is that a requirement you have to meet to been beamed onto the ship?"

"You're bound to, especially if you have something like a holodeck on the ship," Mindy said. "We just call it the Sensorium."

She snickered. "Just about everyone does. When's the last time Stacy went and saved, like, a sandwich maker, or someone who worked at the patent office? Everyone has some kind of contribution. Hell, my dad was a cop and handled weapons: I'ms sure Stacy has some purpose for me."

"Really?" Diana leaned forward, tucking some of her long hair behind her ear. "So, does that mean you have a story?"

"Sure it does," Mindy said, sweeping away some of the dust on the stairs outside of the place. "Like I said, had a dad who had a bit of a penchant for weapons and stuff, so he trained me to know my weapons and all. Had his run in with a criminals too, so it was sorta important to him I know how to defend myself."

That was the truth...abridged, but still truth!

"So, you know how to look after yourself." Diana smirked and leaned against the door frame of the castle. "That's good." It was necessary where Diana came from. You needed to learn how to look after yourself quickly, or die.

"Trust me, I wouldn't be here doing all of this if I was one of those prim and proper chicks," Mindy said, getting some smudges of dirt on her face that her wiping off only made worse. "And I figure its that kind of spirit that Stacy want from the people on the ship. Even if you don't have super powers, you still have a brain and you use it to adapt and survive."

Adapt and survive. Diana could do that. She could do that better than anyone. Was that why she'd been chosen? Her instead of the powerful Caine or the charitable Sam? Seemed like a stupid choice but hey, it was working out okay for her.

"Well, if that's the goal I guess I can manage that."

"Well, it helps if you're strong in some way too," Mindy added. "I'm not exactly going to walk around with no kind of fighting skills either, or at least a few weapons or two. I have a few, just in case. You never know when you'll have to use them, right?"

Ha. A few weapons or two, sure.

"So what about you?"

Diana shrugs non-committedly. "I'm sorry to say that I don't really have any fighting skills."

"I figured that," Mindy said. "You don;t exactly look like the type. I mean, what's your story?"

"Straight to the point, aren't you? Let's just say I come from a sort of fallout zone." She winked. "So I'm pretty used to the whole 'surviving' thing." Diana didn't see the need to divulge anymore than that.

"Yeah, that's how I roll. A fall out zone huh? I feel like I might have heard that from some other kid too, but I can;t remember..."

She stared at the girl a moment. "Well, we're here now. How do you rate your chances of survival here?"

One hundred percent. She would survive. Diana Ladris always survived.

No matter what, she would continue on. But that isn't how she replied. "Oh, I'm gonna stay pretty optimistic and say I think I'll be okay."

"Good you know that then. I don't, so I sorta favor being prepared. How are you going to defend yourself if you run into any aliens?"

"I'm sure I'll think of something, I can be pretty resourceful."

Diana extended her hand. "Do I get to know your name?"

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HOLY SHIT I JUST REALIZED SHE'S FROM GONE

*literally lols*

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