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an ode to timing.
Jesus H. Christ, Nexus. -
Right.
Still alive. -
the promise & the threat.
* Scaevola is in yr office, making yr tea.
* Threnody arrives shortly after, unusually quiet and withdrawn. She knocks, of course, though.
"Come in, it's open." And 'lo, it IS.
* Threnody goes on in and stands there, awkwardly, hands shoved into her jacket pockets. "You look different." ... that's some kind of greeting. I guess. "But I guess you ( Read more... ) -
Huh.
Welcome home, me.
Or something. -
Fuck.
Ginger's in trouble.Nobody go running off half-cocked, or fucking else. Planning. We need to do it, now, and fast. Texas? Kid sister's going to be wanting to see you ASAP ( Read more... ) -
Second verse, same as the first.
Whaaaaat the fuck, alternates.
At least these ones were harmless. -
Quick resolution:
Someone evidently took care of our 'evil twin' problem, and left the corpse in the bar. I got rid of it this morning. I'm fine, Texas, before you even ask.
Last night helped. Thanks, 'Ki, Elizabeth. We should do that again sometime. -
Pay attention:
There's a version of Texas running around that does not mean us well. We're trying to deal with it, but be careful, all of you. I'd suggest staying home for a day or two.
I'm fine. I'll just be a little bit less perky than usual. Real change from the norm, I know.