Xaviers!

March pulls Will's hands off of herself and chucks them towards the green-haired girl, then looks around at the scattered money as the sound of police sirens approaches in the distance. She sighs.

"Show's over and I have to run. Enjoy your victory, I suppose you earned it!" she informs the two, sheathing her rapier with a flourish and taking off in a sprint.

"...damn it," Janice sighs, another carnival toy in her hands as she turns around.

"Uhm... okay, you're the one that these... go back on... right?" She says, stooping down to scoop up Will's limbs and bring them over.

"Do you see someone else around here who needs them more?" she awkwardly smiled.

"I mean you're not dying," she says as she starts pressing them to stumps.

"I'm VERY hard to kill," she nodded.

Janice wasn't having much luck attaching limbs to stumps; they didn't seem to connect that way.

"Oh, don't worry too much about me; you should chase after that crazy lady."

"Me and what parkour skills?"

Will frowned.

"A fair point, I suppose. Maybe someone else will trip her up."

"Can you like... help out a bit? These things aren't sticking."

"Like I said; don't worry about me. Just dump those into a trash can, and I'll be fine in a little bit," she smiled up, nodding.

"They're still kind of... warm. They're not going to grow into more of you or anything, are they?"

Will paused and thought.

"I doubt it, though given recent events I suppose I can't rule it out entirely."

"Okay see that's... that's a problem."

"So how do you reabsorb them?"

"Mmm. Well, normally I don't get my arms and legs cut off, so it's not really an active issue.

I guess just try to smush' em in with more force if you're concerned about it. It'll probably be fine, though."

"I'm not gonna be the girl whose fault it is there's five of you," she says as she tries mushing more aggressively.

They weren't connecting as arms and legs, but with some extra elbow grease, Janice was able to shove and smash the clay into the girl she had met at the spa. They slowly were sucked in as she pushed, and eventually, there would be no sign they were ever around.

"There. No more worries!" the still limbless girl nodded.

"Should I stand back or something?"

"Oh, is it uncomfortable being this close to me? I do apologize; I don't mean to be a problem," Will sincerely apologized.

"No, no, to make room for... arms and stuff."

"Oh! No, no, that will just take some time. I find when something is removed without me wanting to, it takes a little while before I can regrow them. Something something psychological block.

I suppose it keeps me from making, like, five hundred arms or something, so there's a bright side."

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((After Janice has left))

The Boy was trying to enjoy his time at the funfair after bickering and arguing with Natalie, which came after bickering and arguing with the bakers, and so he wasn't in the best mood when he saw his limbless alter ego, awkwardly pushed to the side.

"Oh, great. Just what I needed to top my day off."

"Oh, hey there," Will said, from her spot propped up awkwardly against the side of the bumper cars. "Nice day, isn't it?"

"Let me guess. Arms caught in the cotton candy machine? Or did you get scared in the house of mirrors and go to pieces?"

"It was actually a girl with some swords, but those were really good guesses!"

"And...they just left you propped up here?"

"No, that was Janice. Nice girl, but she had places to be. She did gather up my limbs for me, which was good!"

"Well, this won't do at all.

It's littering, if nothing else," the boy frowned, looking around.

"Oh, I'll be fine, don't worry about me!" Will piped up, merrily.

"Like fun you will," the boy sighed, picking up the incredible torso woman.

"Half a mind to dump you in the bin and be done with it. I was going to enjoy my day out here, and now I've gotta drag your ass back to school? Fuck you, man."

"Awwww, you do care. See, outside that crusty and hateful exterior, you're just a big softy, aren't you?" Will teased.

"Right! I'm not going to stand here and be insulted," the boy grumbled.

"You know what? I AM going to enjoy my day out. I'll just arrange alternate transportation. I'd call for a black cab, but we're not in London. I'd call for an Uber, but you know, the expense. Plus, you want to be treated like you deserve to be treated, right? So let's give you a royal trip back home."

As he said this, Will was dwindling in size. The boy started smashing her head into the rest of her body, further compressing her into a more manageable shape.

Nicking a box from the nearby ice cream stand, the boy unceremoniously crammed Will inside, smashing and squishing her in order to get her all into it's rather small size.

"One trip via Royal Mail coming right up," the boy smirked, writing the address for Xaviers on it and pointedly not adding in any other details -- it'd be sent to general mail collection to be sorted, rather than being delivered directly to someone's room, so who knew where it would end up.

"I'm not sure if they collect the post today or tomorrow, but either way, enjoy your first-class trip!

Well, second-class. I'm low on stamps, you see; you understand right?"

The boy paused to listened to the muffled protest for a minute.

"Right, sounds good. Smell ya later," he grinned, dumping the box into the bright red postbox.



"You know, I think my day is looking up, after all."