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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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Wait... is this just a dance academy, or an art school? I'm really not the best dancer, but you should see some of the doodles I can do.

Dance.

[She rolls her eyes. Everyone's got a "doodle."]

But my dance teacher was an artist. The best artist.

[Aw but his doodles are really really good!]

Why was he the best?

[Look, hand turkeys are cute and all...]

Because he could do anything. He would do anything. He died for his art.

[Yeah, they are, but have you seen two hands make a hand turkey? If anything, that is a work of art right there. Thinking outside the box art.]

Does dying for something really make you the best, though?

[Thinking outside the box is too mainstream now. Box art is in. Didn't you get the memo?]

When your suicide involves turning yourself into a plaster statue? Absolutely.

[Which had absolutely nothing to do with Cohen being the plaster murderer. Nope. No connection. Before your time. Obvs.]

I've got a framed picture of that one on my fireplace.

[..........]

[Damnit, he's always been one step behind on the trends.]

Wait-- he what!? How the. You're being facetious, right? The picture part, not the plaster part?

[She may be settled into civilian life, but she still snickers like an evil brat.]

My husband hates it.

[The picture. The plaster. More so the picture.]

At least he doesn't try to get rid of it? Like those commercials where the wife tells the husband he can't hang his blinking "beer time" sign over the fireplace?

Oh, he's whipped.

[Respect: the foundation of every healthy relationship.]

He learned his lesson the first time he tried to install shag carpet in my living room. I threw him off the second story balcony. At two in the morning.

Oh, well. As long as it was about shag carpet, I don't think any jury in the world could convict you.

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