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Who: Angel + closed starters
What: A catch-all
When: mumbles incoherently gesturng at calender
Where: a place

[ Closed starters in the comments, if you'd like open prompts for Angel to tag, there are these here on the event. ]

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The door is open when he comes to call, and Angel is waiting for him - not hard to know he's coming when she can hear a heartbeat from a mile off. She's sitting at the table - and it isn't just her that lives here, that much is obvious. The three men that she shares with have their items left around as much as anyone else, weapons and clothes and domestic items scattered between, leftover dishes and the door container or two. A process where they cautiously took this space as their own.

Though she's prone to cluttering far more than either Charles or Connor and easily as much as Jacob, not on purpose, just through that broken, forgetful relationship with reality she suffers from.

Still, though, she smiles when Peter appears in the doorway, a big smile on her face. "Hello. You're the guy that was talking to me about wrestling, right?"

( ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇs, ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ, ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ. )

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It's a simple dinner that they share, which is probably good, because the things Angel tells them over it, aren't simple. About space, low oxygen suits. Safety procedures for the suits to leave Anchor that she has learned and understood since childhood. The dangerous of chemicals they might not know and how to deal with them. How to treat chemical fires, how not to treat chemical fires. Things that in a port like this needed to be known now rather than later because -

This wasn't something she could protect them from like she did the Vault Hunters. She couldn't just live with her eyes in their minds, speaking to them, that special way sirens could project. But they needed to know. In so many ways, they outstripped her in simple abilities, but this is the one way she could be useful to them.

But when dinner is over - and she's stopped answering any questions they have, she goes and gets the - well, notes she has written. Extensively so. Predictably, it's colour coordinated, with tabs on the side and an index so they can find things at a glance - she knows how impatient Jacob got.

"I know you guys don't always feel comfortable with technology, so I made this up for you. Everything we talked about, just in case I am not around and you need to know what to do to identify if something is safe or not in a non-earth like planet. It's laminated - covered in plastic, I mean - so you can spill water on it, take it most places, and it won't get stained or ruined."

Placing it in the middle of the table, she in turns takes up a new spot in Connor's lap, predictably, but holding herself so he can look over her shoulder easily. Flicking open the binder, it's all there. More than there. She knows better than to heap a bunch of words they don't understand them, Connor and Charles would try with the best of their patience but this place was completely new to all of them. So everything is broken down with little pictures and drawings, so for any piece of equipment, they can find out what they need, hopefully, even if she's absent.