Case Seventeen, Carefully locked from Ganymede

[ghostin_myshell]

[And as the spheres are known for their most wonderful timing in turning themselves on, Motoko's does so just as piece of cloth ripped from her coat is thrown over her head. The hole she made for her head is a bit on the large side, offering a good view of her cleavage, not that she seems to care about that at the moment. Despite being shrunk to a

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[oliverplus]

[Oliver is about a foot tall now--30 centimetres to him--and is currently wrapped in a torn off portion of one of his T-shirts] Now that's a good idea! Do other people know about it? I mean, in case there's an emergency and somebody needs to be moved around fast.

[oliverplus]

Ghost...like, the bit you leave behind. I kinda like that. Thanks, Motoko. I hope your ghost can help lead you to the captain. [he knows she has a few plans she wants to put into action]

[ghostin_myshell]

[she nods, and a little smile soon flits over her face]

Thanks, Oliver.

[...and guiding Chroma and Conan back down to economy level to pick up her gun now :|]