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[It had been days since Miranda slept so long, but standing on her feet and dancing and all the stress of the day before had been helpful in pushing her into a deep slumber. When she does finally awaken that morning, she is drowsy and unfocus when she reaches for her communicator and puts it on to hear the morning announcements--
--Only to realize something is touching her. Something is rubbing itself against her--]
AHHH! Wh-Wh-What are you d-doing?! S-STOP!
[There is distant giggling. Loud, high-pitched, echoing giggling. And then sound of something crashing into a solid surface--hard and metalic.]