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Price of Lying - Shizune - 04-01-2015

“The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”
― George Carlin


Stone paced her room quietly; she was not in trouble, nor was she yet. Whatever she had her mind set on, it was bothering her but continued to tell herself everything was fine. It was not the nomads, another person or even a faction that bothered her in the least, in which case she would have normally gone to Jessica and told her something was wrong. This time however she didn't for what was wrong, when someone asked, she said everything was fine, and then just walked in the opposite direction, most of the time heading back to her room and locking the door, preventing anyone from entering for an hour or so before eventually unlocking it but then just laid on the bed in her room.

She didn't say much for that week, mostly pacing her room or pacing else where in the ship, she looked like she was speaking to herself or someone else, most of the time seeming to have a short and blunt conversation with her AI Lyoko who only walked away, looking saddened most of the time but remained quiet as the AI left Stone alone. Aelita rarely walked into the kitchen while people were there, even she did, she would only take a few things, a glass of something to drink and some small bits of food before leaving.

However on the first day of the following week, her room was empty with a note on the bed saying that she'd be back soon later that day. True to her word, Stone would return twelve hours later, covered in Oil, Dust, Mud and other things normally one would see from a shipyard worker. She was smiling needless to say, but she would take quickly to her room in which she hid once more, only speaking to Jessica this time when she knocked, telling her how she was doing her building again but nothing beyond that before she went to desk in the room and began to write once more.

Two days later she would leave her room with a large, flat, blue piece of several papers with many designs on it, it was a blueprint schematic's of a ship, its engines, shield, powercore and many other parts of it all over the papers she held close, quickly going to another large empty room and putting them down, putting some nailed to the wall, some on tables and many just else where. The largest of the papers showed a Hathor Gunship on it without its engines, shield and other equipment on it, just a lone gunship and nothing else.

Walking about the room, she would continue to draw and design over and over again, apparently not pleased with the schematic's for whatever reason. She continued about working however and didn't stop in what she was doing. If anyone entered the room, they'd hear her repeating a few lines "No no no!" "This is wrong! Why is it wrong!?" "How did I screw this up!?" and many other things repeated about her sentences before going back to what she was doing. Finally the next day she was done. When Jessica came to check up on her, Stone was slumped against the wall, heavily asleep with her beloved stuffed animal in her arms, many of the blue prints were changed and altered from the looks of it and a massive one a table in the center of the room laying there.

It was the Lyoko gunship module that was designed over and over again till Stone stopped, having finished on it entirely before just passing out. However upon closer inspection of the blueprint, the name of the gunship was crossed out with the large words "The Price of Lying" printed under them in red marker. Stone was later moved back to her room where she was put to bed on a more comfortable surface; her bed. Over on the table near the door was the keys to her room she 'borrowed' from the Snows before passing on in it.