Babel - Continued from thread elsewhere.

[Isidore]

"Careful."

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"Good." She shoves the list at him.  

[Trintara]

"Yeah yeah." He flips over to put his back to Benzel.

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"Um.. I'll be back tomorrow." He tucks the list into his bag.  

[Isidore]

Benzel ends up on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

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"Thanks! I'll be waiting for you."  

[Trintara]

Edan is still busy being an under the bed mope face.

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Myles is entering the kitchen.

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Richard is slightly awake and staring at the ceiling.

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Darius is at the rail of the ship, looking over the side.

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Trin is sleeping amongst bottle of rum.  

[Isidore]

Benzel is being quiet for once while Thea bats at his tail. "Edan? Are you awake?"

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Violet is eating a muffin!

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Angie is sitting on the edge of Richard's bed, staaaaring at his face like a creep.

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Nat considers pushing Darius, but .. nah.  

[Trintara]

"Maybe."

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Myles sets his bag down on the table. "Good morning."

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Richard gives Angie a bleary look. "Hi."

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Darius thinks that was not a nice thought.  

[Isidore]

"What do you want to do now?"

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"Morning! .. Did you get the stuff?"

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"How are you feeling?"

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Nat does what he wants. Sometimes. When no one's looking.  

[Trintara]

"Go back and squish her heart."

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"Yes, it is all in here." He starts taking items out of the bag.

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"Tired, but okay I think."  

[Isidore]

"Edan."

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"Good! Should we make it in here or go someplace secret?"

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"What was wrong?"  

[Trintara]

"It's a good plan."

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"Here should be okay."

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"I don't know."  

[Isidore]

"I don't think it would fix anything, though."

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"All riiiight." She flops the book open.

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"You don't usually get sick. Something must have happened."  

[Trintara]

"What else can I do?"

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"We should make the antidote as well. Just in case."

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"...I don't want to think about that."  

[Isidore]

"I don't know. I've never really met a djinn before."

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"I guess. Did you bring stuff for that, too?"

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"Well I need to." She frowns and stands.  

[Trintara]

"Nobody knows."

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"Of course."

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"It's probably Master Cervelli."  

[Isidore]

"We can keep looking."

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".. You think of everything."

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Her frown deepens and she exits the room.