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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 8:45 pm
Harrison chewed some more, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, in an attempt to look like he had not just eaten an entire baby. The brisket sauce was pretty gruesome.
"Did I get it?" He asked.
He did not get it.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 8:50 pm
Jordan unwrapped his scarf and tossed it at Harrison without a word.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 8:51 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:01 pm
"Thnks," Harrison replied, gratefully using one of the scarf ends to wipe his face. At least the food and the fabric were about the same color. He didn't want to show up with food all over him, and looked a little abashed now that he knew other people had gotten a text.
He used the extra time to swallow the brisket, and give Jordan his scarf back.
"Her office is down this way," he offered.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:06 pm
Jordan folded the scarf and stuck it into a pocket. He'd get it in the laundry later. "Let's go find out what's going on," he said, and headed down the hall.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:01 pm
The office door was open and as soon as she noticed a familiar jacket, Clarice smiled brightly, and called out, "Come on in and take a seat!" It wasn't that she had been waiting and watching the door since she'd sent that text. Not at all. She had also shuffled some papers. And drank a juice box.
She kept her hands clasped together in front of her to keep them from drumming nervously on the desk as she waited for the three of them to take a seat. Under each chair there was a pink giftbag, sparkly tissue paper peaking out from the top.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:17 pm
Rep really wasn't sure what was going on as he slowly and properly woke up and followed the other two men. Right. So there'd been texts to all of them, to come to see Clarice. This was a mystery as there was nothing all three of them held in common, Harrison was in a separate divisions and all of them had wildly different social standings. Well, they did have one small thing in common, he conceded.
A flash of panic. There was no way she could know, right? And if she did..were they in trouble?
He looked grim as he sidled into the room, and sat down, noting the pink bags. Presumably gifts. Clarice, as far as he was aware, gave gifts in times of dire warning. They were in trouble. ******** endeavoured to give the life assistant an intimidating defiant look, something which didn't succeed as well as he'd hoped given he was still dressed in a vision of rainbow and neon straight from Harrison's closet and sporting just-woke-up hair.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 7:04 am
Harrison hadn't been too worried that more than one person had gotten called up.
Having exactly three chairs in front of the desk? That worried him.
He took a seat any way, picking up the bag and tilting it this way and that, as if he could see past the tissue paper. What was in there? Bandaids? Weapons? It occurred to him he didn't know when Rep or Jordan's birthdays were. Maybe they'd all had them during the mission, and hadn't wanted to say anything because of the same reason he hadn't. ...They'd been busy preventing the end of the world.
Not very likely, B0nez weighed in.
"These for us?" Harrison asked.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 8:52 am
Clarice looked both cheerful and tense. Jordan didn't quite know what to make of that. Since it was just the three of them called in, odds were good that this had something to do with what was going on; they might not have made it public, but in a crowded barracks it was pretty hard to miss the intimacy of the shared space they'd claimed. He might have expected some kind of reprimand, though they'd been keeping it low-key and hadn't done anything particularly worth criticism. But gift bags under the chairs and Clarice's slightly-too-large smile made that unlikely.
Jordan took a seat and eyed the Life assistant cautiously. "Good morning, ma'am."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 12:51 pm
The blonde returned Rep's defiant look with a stern one of her own, "William, I don't know what you're thinking, but if you damage this desk our next dinner is going to be at a vegan restaurant." A dire threat if there was any. Movement brought her eyes to Harrison, and her expression gentled perceptibly until she noticed he was trying to peek inside the gift bag. Quickly leaning over her desk, she reached out and pinched the top of it shut again, giving him a slightly strained smile, "Wait until after, kay?"
Sitting back in her chair, Clarice cleared he throat with a small flush, "Good morning. As you may have heard, I'll be going on a mission for several months. But before I go, I feel it's important that I talk to you three." She very carefully relaxed her expression as she continued, trying her best to smile reassuringly at them, "About your relationship."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:43 pm
Harrison gave Rep a look at the words, 'William, our next dinner'. How many people called him William? Candace, Clarice, and what the hell did she mean by dinner?
When Clarice pinched the bag shut, he put it warily back beside his chair leg and listened to what she had to say next.
Several months, that was right. But it was a good thing they were sending Clarice. She'd get whatever it was done. It'd just mean they were on their own for a while here.
He froze at the word relationship, though. "Our...what?"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 3:35 pm
Well if anything put the fear of god into Rep it was the word vegan. Vegetarians he felt deserved nothing better than death, vegans he felt probably deserved something far worse, perhaps some sort of cycle of perpetual death like the horsemen. He looked away with a grunt of grudging deference. "Awright."
At least there were eventual prospects of another dinner, maybe he wasn't in that much trouble this time.
As proceedings seemed to finally begin however, he raised a brow, Clarice was leaving, that meant they'd be on their own with the crazy division le-
He froze, his eyes going wide as he mentally echoed Harrison's exclaimation.
Our WHAT?
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 3:53 pm
Jordan shot an inquiring look at Rep. Next dinner? There had to be a story behind this. The look of slightly embarrassed deference on Rep's face just made Jordan all the more curious. He'd have to find out more about this later.
Clarice was leaving on a mission; okay, good to know, he'd either have to ask about weapons before she left or after she got back -
- yeah, there it was. I thought so, Jordan said to Ferros.
He got the mental equivalent of an eyeroll for his troubles. Excellent deduction, Murloc Holmes.
"Relationship," he said neutrally, just barely a question - what had she heard, and from whom?
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 4:39 pm
"Well," she replied cautiously, "unless it's just a sex thing?"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 5:04 pm
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