Babel - Continued from thread elsewhere.

[Trintara]

"I guess so."

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"I just... I don't want to get in trouble again."

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Richard pulls the blanket over his head and ponders.  

[Isidore]

"I'm not sure how else to help you. Maybe another witch?"

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"Why even bring it up if you're scared to do it?" She tilts her head.

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Angie begins crankysnooping around below deck. Not long afterwards, she finds something to chase.  

[Trintara]

"I guess soooo."

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"I just... what if it goes wrong?"  

[Isidore]

"Cheer up, Edan. We'll find something."

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"It won't! I'll be careful."

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Angie is sniffing around for Trin. She's dragging Nat around by an arm.  

[Trintara]

"When?"

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"Just in case though, we need the antidote."

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Trin is snuggled up in her room with an empty bottle of rum and dreaming of full bottles of rum.  

[Isidore]

"Eventually, I suppose. No sense in moping, though. You're safe for now."

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"Yeah, yeah. We'll make that first."

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Angie bangs on the door with a fist.  

[Trintara]

"Unless goaty gives me away."

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"Thank you."

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This makes a Trin wake up. And it makes her cranky. She throws the bottle at the door. "Go away!"  

[Isidore]

"What?"

Benzel snorts.

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"So! How do we start?"

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Angie tries pushing the door on open. "I need to talk to you!"  

[Trintara]

"The goat wants to give me away."

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"We need to boil some of the root."

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The door is locked. "I be sleeping!"  

[Isidore]

"Benzel?"

Benzel wiggles. "Well! Heee was going to give ME away."

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"I'll turn the stove on!" She ZOOMS into the cooking area and grabs a pot from a cabinet.

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"I don't care!"  

[Trintara]

"Your witch would get you back!"

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"You'll need to chop the roots before they go in."

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There is a whole lot of cursing before the door flies open revealing a tired, cranky Trin. "What?"  

[Isidore]

"You don't know that!"

Thea blinks. "Get him back? Edan, were you really thinking about..?"

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"Got it." She finds the biggest knife possible.

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"That Cervelli is bothering Richard long-distance! This isn't working."  

[Trintara]

"Yes I was. So?"

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"Er.. be careful."

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"What the bloody hell be ye talking about?"  

[Isidore]

"Edan.. Don't do that." Her expression is suddenly quite serious.

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"I'm careful! Where's that root?"

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"Richard has been sick. He never gets sick. It's that Cervelli man."  

[Trintara]

"Fiiine."

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"Right here." He holds it out.

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"Sure it be not ye waking him? Makes me feel less than great."