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"Well then I hope you keep it up..." He took a sip of wine. "...without the assistance of two women each time." A full grown man needing two women to get him looking decent was rather sad, but as long as Jerry learned and didn't drop back to looking like a hobo, then maybe there was some hope for him.

"Idaho. Preston, nothin' excitin' ever happens there, 'cept that one movie." She shook her head.

"So, So-cal, huh? I knew there was somethin' I liked about you. You one 'a them beach babes?" Gnat drawled, grinning and elbowing him lightly. "For real though, your parents were military? Is it a family thing? Ours weren't, an' dad wasn't too happy when Tuck signed up." She could still remember the look on his face.

Maebe stared at his mouth as all of those consonants started to roll off of his tongue. When he was done, she reached out, very carefully, and poked his lips.

He won the weird name award. She felt like it'd just been ripped out from under her, and she was in awe of it.

"Oh..kay." She breathed out. "Lucky, then. Could you do me a favor, sometime, and just.. just write out that entire thing that just came out of your mouth so I can see it on paper? Make sure you get a lot of paper."

She whispered out a quick apology to Heidi, and then moved her chair closer to Jude to give Lucky room to sit between them. She even pulled his chair in, herself. "You look like a punk. What's going on with your hair, buddy?" She reached out and started pushing the green bits away, looking for the roots. "It's usually really hard to get color this bright on black hair.. I don't even see your roots.."

Lawr gave Glenda a slightly haughty look. "A channeler has to understand what the animal feels like to fully interpret their needs." It wasn't kinky, some collars were very uncomfortable.

Melvin got a slightly more grim look. The other people, illusions, people appreciating feeling like they were going crazy. Lawrence was used to being the proportionally eccentric one in any given situation but since his arrival on the island he felt more and more normal.

He didn't like it. The closer to normal he got, the closer to his core self other people got. As soon as he got paid he was getting new clothes and ramping up the flamboyance significantly.

A wine was set down in front of him and he eyed it pensively. He'd already had too much alcohol, but these were exceptional circumstances.

He sipped it.

"Better out than in ma'aam."

"As I was saying," Aria continued after placing her order, raising her wine glass. "In order to pull it off, both teams will need additional recruits. Since you left both teams have all but dissolved."

The woman across from Aria winced visibly, reaching up to tuck a strand of short dirty blonde hair behind her ear. "Oy, oy. Guess that serves me right for up'n'leaving without making sure everything would last." The woman reached for her glass, stopping to give Aria another look. "Wait. Both teams? Even your's?"

Aria shrugged. "Yeah. Even mine. I have yet to locate any ideal recruits in order to rebuild, but at the same time I haven't been looking either. I fear sports hasn't been high on my list of priorities. And besides." The goblet of wine was set on the table as Aria leaned across it, lowering her voice. "You still owe me for that window."

Further down the table, Lance was still looking at the menu trying to make up his mind.

The drink set before Mimsy was examined thoughtfully, but remained untouched as she mulled over the words that slowly began sinking in. The rabbit was alive. It's gonna be okay.

She was alive, but it would not be okay if she settled with avoidance for the remainder of her existence. Not in the slightest.

"It was her," she mumbled urgently, her stare fixated on their hands in her lap. She made no motion to indicate who she was speaking to; it would be obvious, she assumed. "The one who found you. She is relentless, and every time she speaks to me, she speaks as if she knew me, as if she is seeing someone else in my stead: someone that she is waiting for."

Her words were clumsy, devoid of most of the eloquence she usually preferred, but it lacked importance in this moment. It had taken far too many 'deaths' for her to connect everything, to get from Point A to Point No, and each time before this she had progressed with relative ease, generally unfazed in spite of dying repeatedly. But this time it finally made sense. This time she thought she had unearthed the reason - and she had no intention of sharing that information on a wide scale.

"Не идти с ней. Пожалуйста."

When she finally looked up at him, her face held a slightly regained composure, her eyes less lost and distant. Most notably, however, was that through all of the remnants of panic and confusion and desperate steps between reality and theory, she looked very, very serious.

Lawr reflexively reached out to rescue the water glass Jerry swiped at, but his reflexes were a little dulled by alcohol themselves, and he managed only to salvage a spot of the water, the rest going directly onto the tablecloth.

He irritably used one of the napkins to try and salvage the situation.

"Jim. Wasn't it?" he said curtly.