[Eleventh shot at figuring it out | Backdated to early evening]

Jun 15, 2010 01:30

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Gone before I got to her. Damn, I hope that kid came out okay.

Hit Girl. A kid sidekick equipped, trained, and expertly outfitted by her gun nut Daddy. [Fft.] Sound familiar? Hell, I hope not. I hate alternate universes anyway.

And lately this place's only dispensing folks from mine. Cute timing, I gotta admit - Reno says the only way to get answers is to ditch the castle and head off alone, and the castle starts pulling in the few people who could get me to stay put anywhere. [A contemplative pause.] Big mistake, though. On both ends.

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[Filter: Responsible Folks He'd Trust With His Kid | Kory, Donna, Dinah, Ollie, Dick, Allen, Ino, Rin, Jilly, Clark, Diana, Jr., ... Kyle... etc]

So, hey. What's the going rate for babysitting, these days? Just for reference.

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[Roy's chillin' in the kitchen. Peeling an apple. If he doesn't know you, you'll be watched. Mostly he hopes to prevent the next nightmare round, as there's no good space to stake it out unseen and planting cameras seems too easily undone.

... He's also kind of covered in glitter. No, really, sprayed, hosed with glitter, as if a rioter lately come from a protest against the Unicorn Police of Rainbownia.

Thanks, Donna.]

roy harper

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