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[Jinx is standing up against a brick wall. It's daylight and she looks very awake. Very excited, actually. It's been awhile since people have heard from her, hasn't it? The wedding, the honeymoon, and then she was quiet. And when the sorceress is silent? It means she's been planning.]

I've got a few announcements to make. First off: [she takes a deep breath] I'm stepping down as Purgatory's direct manager. I'm not abandoning it; it's still mine. I've just started a new...project. One which requires my utmost attention--no, Gabriel, this doesn't mean you can touch the money.

[She moves away from the brick wall to leave the alley. Some people may recognize the street she walks onto as AGI territory.]

When I first came to Siren's Port, I was a really different person. I wasn't happy with anything about myself or my life. Then I met a man named Sander Cohen. He helped me make all my dreams come true. I was a dancer and a star. That's where my heart is. But no matter how much I wanna keep doing that?

I can't.

I'll never be the dancer I used to be. When you get hit with injury after injury, you don't always bounce back. C'mon, I can't ever fight like I used to. But you know what they say about those who can't? They teach.

[Finally, she stops walking. With another deep breath and a meaningful smile, she points the camera at a building across the street. It's currently undergoing construction, and instead of a sign on the front, there's a makeshift banner hanging there. Proudly, she reads that banner aloud:]

Odette's Dance Academy.

Dancing is my greatest passion, so I named it after the person I love the most. Of course Sander's art is gonna be plastered all over the place. [Was that joke in poor taste?] He'd come back from the grave to take me with him if it wasn't. And my goal is the same as his was: To make beautiful art. To bring out the art in everyone. Before I leave this place, I wanna share everything I know.

The grand opening is gonna happen the first week of December. It is a partially AGI funded academy, but I'm still the owner, manager, and final word. Right now, there's open enrollment for all affiliations and ages. If there's anyone out there who'd like to help teach, call me.

[Private to Chuck]

Hey, loser. You're not busy, right?

[Private to Ahiru]

In or out?

[Private to Alice]

If this works out, you're gonna be waist deep in tutus and mafia gambling money.

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[He frowns thoughtfully.]

Uh... pretty much as long as I've been here. A year and a half, almost.

And who's the only person who knows how that place works better than I do?

[How long is this gonna take to click?]

[....]

Where are you going with this?

I'm stepping down as manager.

You know how everything works.

I don't trust anyone else to not screw it up.

...Seriously?

The more you speak, the more I regret this conversation.

No, no- wait- you're seriously making me the manager?

[He honestly had no idea Jinx trusts him that much. He wouldn't trust him.]

Who else is there, huh? Bring in some idiot who has no idea how the place works? Leave all that crap to Gabriel?

[She growls.]

Use your brain, Chucklehead!

[L e a n i n g away from the screen now.]

Can we do this a little less tsundere? Please?

I'll take the job- I mean, I'd love to.

I don't even know what that means! You use all these stupid words and then you--

Wait--really?

Yeah. I mean, it'll pretty much fry my brain, but it's not like Stoli wasn't doing that before.

You already help me do inventory. All that's left is harassing the employees, making sure bills get paid, and not burning the place to the ground.

Hey, I'm good at not burning shit down. I do it all the time.

Look--just put on something nice so I can take you to the bank and not be embarrassed to be seen with you.

Now?

[He looks bemused. The t-shirt he's wearing would dress up with a sport coat, but she knows that. He accepted a long time ago that in her world he's a perpetual hobo.]

Be ready in an hour.

[First impressions are everything, and Chuck didn't make a good one. That's how she's going to see him for the rest of her life.]

I already booked the appointment to put your name on the accounts. [Meaning "no" wasn't an answer.]

[Snort.]

Aha, I guess it's a good thing I accepted.

It is a good thing. I didn't even have to break out the special knives.

[She's...not joking. A wedding ring, a house, a dog, a dance studio, and 30 pounds later, Jinx is still a little frightening.]

...Yeah, I'm. Cool with that.

I should go put on a collared shirt now.

Your belt had better match your shoes.

Belt?

...if your pants have a drawstring, I swear to my father-in-law that a shopping montage and a lot of pain will soon come your way.

Okay, okay! No sweatpants! I don't even like sweatpants! Can I just not wear a belt and still get out of this without you hurting me?

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