Sent Exley & White back to HQ. It was the end of their shift anyway, and they were getting kind of loopy. Unlike me. I'm just caffienated past all sanity. It's very quiet now at oh-dark-hundred; Anne's finally flaked out on the couch, Lorne's resting on one of the cots, and Virginia's doing some meditation to prep her for the spell in a few hours.
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Ah, I don't mean that. I'm just cranky. Nobody should be stalked. It's illegal. And wrong. And exhausting.
Maybe support group isn't a bad idea.
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Umm... hi.
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Ah. Been there. Said that. Much sympathy. Have a beer.
Umm... hi.
grin Yeah, hi. So. I hear we should form a support group. Would that be for those stalked by the Prince of Dorkness, or those who act as magnets for demons on the make?
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Doesn't leave any time for being stalked, thanks ever so.
Besides, aren't you supposed to be hooking up with that other guy in Sunnydale? I heard he was thinking of going gay.... That might work out for you.
No, never mind, didn't say that... (I am a good person, I will not throw my stalkers at innocent civilians... I am a good person, I will not throw my stalkers at innocent civilians)
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I'm glad you like the new jacket.
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And uh, yeah. bewildered It's a great jacket.
walks away muttering to self
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Well, who wouldn't. I'd bet you would've gotten a lot of teasing at school. Guys calling you "Belle" and all.
And is that a *political* position? Social attitude? Or... *sigh* re-loads gun
I have this philosophical objection, you see. aiming
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Yeah, yeah, getting back to the meditation. Just wish I could do something for Fred. Poor Fred.
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Take it easy. You protected everyone when we needed it. I think I'm more envious that you *can* notice crap like that while throwing up magic shields. I'm always left going "Who was that masked man?" afterwards, even if they're saving my life. Frontal attacks shut down my attraction brain cells.
Yeah, yeah, getting back to the meditation. Just wish I could do something for Fred. Poor Fred.
Me too. Anne mentioned something -- wonder where she got to?
How *is* the meditation going? Is that shirt going to work? Do you need anything else?
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Fine, I don't know, and I don't know. sigh I don't know how this is going to work until -- if -- it works.
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If you're ever looking to move up in the world, say into law enforcement on a more national level, give me a call. (Do you have my card?) In the meantime, if all goes as planned you might have a very confused undead loverboy on your hands. Not such a bad deal.
Oh, and re: Flaming-Ball Fabio, I'd just say look at the evidence. Like his wife. Blech.
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Plus it was hysterical. Hehehe. Sergeant Forehead. You're good.
Oh, and thanks for confirming what I suspected... of *course* the Flaming Nutbar's married. rolls eyes
My life. And welcome to it.
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