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| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
| Peace (dah) |
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| Love <3 |
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| Friends and Friends *hugs* |
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| Chaos and destruction *evil grin* |
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| Nothing *snores* |
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| Gold XD |
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| I don't know yet... |
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 Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 1:12 pm
(Oh, the shame... to have conked on Zulma, of all people... gonk gonk gonk )
Howard was enjoying cooking with Zulma thoroughly as he continued to prepare the honey sinnamon pancakes.
Albee continued to sit at the bar, though he had stopped singing and was now rather bored, reverting to teenage form and staring at the bar.
"Hmm..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 1:15 pm
"Sorry..." MacPere chuckled with a red tinge to his cheeks, embarrassed at his lack of knowledge. "He's yours, name him what you like. Goodness knows I'm horrible at it..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 1:43 pm
Albee continued to think about how he could support the mission further... but the thought of what Tyler had said... People were going to get hurt...? The thought upset him and he buried his head into his arms.
Howard came out from the kitchen with a large plate of delicious aromas.
"Honey cinnamon pancakes, dig in whoever wants some!"
Seeing Albee's disdain, he allowed him a carbonated apple juice, ruffling his hair.
"You okay, patient?"
Albee spoke muffled through his arms.
"Yeah, doctor."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 1:46 pm
"You are concerned about the perils of this rescue," Kristen said, moving a piece on Sol's holo-chess board and leaving a note for the bartender. "There is no need to be silent about such things...all of us feel the same. Some are merely more accustomed to the danger than others."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 1:54 pm
Albee jumped, having not even noticed Kristen there.
"Huh? Oh, uh... yeah. And thanks, doctor."
He held the carbonated juice and swirled it, not yet drinking.
"What Tyler said kinda just got to me. About people getting hurt. And he's realy good with what he does so... I just wish that I could do something about it. For a djinn that grants wishes, I feel so helpless..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:00 pm
"You're a doctor?" Laura chirped in surprise, looking up from her pharmaceutical engineering work. "Wow... a doctor who knows his way around the kitchen..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:03 pm
Howard looked up, frazzled.
"Laura!! I, uh..."
He coughed, regaining his composure.
"I'm... I'm not a--"
He looked down at Albee, then brought Laura to the side so Albee couldn't hear.
"I'm not really a doctor."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:04 pm
"Tyler sees patterns and possibilities...that does not always mean they come to fruition," Kristen tried to reassure him, sitting nearby. "As you saw, however, there is infinite data, and he cannot always know it all, try as he might. Simulations can only go so far..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:09 pm
Albee nodded, forcing a smile.
"Yeah, I guess so..."
He took a swig of the carbonated apple juice, expecting a reaction, but getting none.
"Hmm. That's weird."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:17 pm
Laura blinked, pushing her glasses up to her head as Howard took her to one side. She smiled as he spoke, expression dropping slightly to a pout.
"Oh... well, I don't see what's wrong with that! Why does he call you a doctor then...?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:17 pm
Kristen put her arms around Albee, hugging him lightly. "You are such a gentle spirit, Albee...you remind me of Brother. All will be well...no matter what happens to those within this place, it always resolves somehow."
To his lack of transformation, she tilted her head curiously. "Perhaps your djinn body has grown accustomed to the beverage..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:21 pm
"I'm sure you'd do fine...you picked a perfect cat, after all." Gren smiled, looking over the kitten. "Well, he's a frisky guy...you got a name, fella?"
The kitten sneezed. Gren blinked. "Fritz it is!"
Charlotte walked in with a shiver, looking a bit damp from the rain, but triumphant.
Remy smiled. "Welcome back, little prodigy."
"Excellent news! I've found reinforcements!"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:28 pm
((GAWD, real life. Gotta go... sad ))
Albee smiled a bit when he was hugged, then a gurgling started up in his stomach.
"Urgh..."
He ran upstairs clutching his stomach and Howard saw him, turning to Laura apologetically.
"Erm, I'll explain it to you later yeah? Promise! Albee, remember not to throw up on my bed this time...!"
Howard ran upstairs after Albee, hopefully able to keep the djinn from dying via expulsion of strange inside matters.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:34 pm
MacPere gave a deep laugh, stroking the kitten. "Fritz... it has that wonderful Eckener essence to it. Which reminds me, his things..." MacPere rose a finger and touched it to Gren's lips, standing from the chair and disappearing from the apartment.
Upon his return, he carried the rest of his things, thanking Remy kindly for it (it was a guess), and set the pet-store labelled bag in his husband's lap. "Litter tray, kitten-specified food, litter for the tray, two collars, varying in size, engravable name plate, bowls... anything I forgot, I'm sorry. The fatigue is getting to me." He slumped down, careful of the kitten, rubbing over his eyes. "I'll sort the insurance at a later date..."
Laura blinked, managing a small wave before Howard charged upstairs. "Strange guy... I do wonder about him."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 2:34 pm
"That is excellent news!" Kristen said with a smile, glancing aside as Albee ran for the stairs. "Who did you find...?"
Moonbeam was sniffing around upstairs...something wasn't right, and it seemed to be coming from the blue-haired one's apartment...
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