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 Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 10:31 pm
Catering
She'd agreed to foot the bill, and he'd agreed to use his leave, and that's how Kostya got stuck with making literally hundreds of devilled eggs. He'd run out of refrigerator space, and had bartered with a life tech to borrow two miniature ones, powered by runic batteries.
He'd very, very carefully ensured that they were runic powered, not just plain runic. He'd heard the stories. All the devilled eggs were carefully stored away, and he began dicing dozens of tomatoes, in preparation for bruschetta.
He'd never aspired to be a chef, and still, he worked off of recipe print-outs and photocopied pages from cookbooks, but it was a skill that the Russian was coming to appreciate. It gave him another bargaining chip.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 10:35 pm
Planning
A yellow notepad full of scribbles, determining the most efficient way to hand out the posters America had acquired. He stared at his own face without much reaction, because she'd been kind and chosen one that was him fully clothed. On the other hand, she'd chosen him at all.
"Am thinking," Kostya said, "good vay to get money back. Raising of fund. If sell some. But some, probably good for prize."
Scraps of meat to be fought over. Girls could be vicious, he'd learned, and insistent. They made good competitors.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 10:37 pm
Otto's Room
She took the clothes and wondered what her life right now would be like without this one person who was calmly and happily always a step ahead of her needs. After changing she sat down on the couch and checked her phone, reading his messages with a small smile, and finally doing the one thing she'd pointedly refused to earlier.
It didn't take long for her to slip and fall once more, her body slowly going limp on Otto's couch.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 10:41 pm
Planning
"Hmmmm....." America thought over the suggestion, face sternly serious, as if they were planning a mission. "We'll keep the smaller prints, maybe make them into like...collectible cards? But after, this is a sleepover, not a jewelry party."
She gave him a nod of approval, "But yeah, write that down, we can try and get money off them any old time, let them think they missed out for awhile so they'll jump at the next opportunity."
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 10:50 pm
Waking Up
America came to slowly, and then fell back into a drowsy daze that lasted until a distant clatter had her startling awake. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her arms and legs, torso arching off the couch. Bleary eyed, she took in Otto's room and wondered how long she'd been out. Apparently just the right amount, because she felt...
Amazing.
Told you so, but you...
Throwing off the blanket she hopped to her feet and froze, eyes wide and breath caught by the sheer, unexpected pain her feet were in.
...you should be careful of your feet, finished Stryker, dryly and not particularly sympathetic.
They felt like knives made of ice were being plunged and twisted into flesh and bone. Tears pricked her eyes as she slowly, carefully sat back on the couch, hoping for the pain to fade. It didn't.
It's only for a little bit, you'll just have to power through it for awhile.
There was a pause, and then he went on, quieter and less sure, But it was worth right?
Yeah. Yeah it was.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 10:58 pm
Outside Otto's Room
Kostya's hands clenched in his collar made him tense for the instant he suspected that he was about to again be on the receiving end of a punch, but all he got instead was a towel.
He glowered at it, and then glowered at Kostya and yanked his hand loose. But he still (childishly, stupidly) said nothing before he left, taking it with him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 11:01 pm
???The text arrived the next morning, at an hour that suggested that Taym had either turned in earlier than usual or not at all. astrazilla Text to Konstantin Bashmet: How is she? xxastrazilla Text to Konstantin Bashmet: Probably better than she deserves.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 11:08 pm
Deals
"Thanks for buying the drinks and getting those movies, we all really appreciate your kind donation to the cause of Ladies Night."
"Yeahhh...so I know it's ladies only, but you know....I was once a lady."
"Like a drag queen, my uncle used to..."
"No, I mean I was..."
"Well, isn't that a thing? But I gotta get going and put these on ice! Shame you aren't a lady anymore, or we could have invited you. But...you'll definitely be in our thoughts! Thanks again!"
"Y-yeah. Anytime!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 11:22 pm
zoobey Text to: Caelius From: America Jones ive been looking at divisions in case i want to transfer but i heard death is mostly just cleaning up is it true do full death people just mop floors this is a concern sir respectfully america jones
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 11:45 pm
zoobey Text to: Caelius From: America Jones what does it mean to be a hunter in your division sir how does a person gain more interesting work respectfully america jones
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 1:34 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 1:37 am
lizbot Text from Caelius: uck off. lizbot Number code 5 - 1 has blocked your number from receiving texts.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 9:24 am
Otto's RoomOtto slipped out of his room that morning to find some form of lump passed out on his couch. He blinked slowly, still half asleep himself. It took a moment to register who it was, and simply shrugged it off. Kostya had asked if she could use the shower, so maybe she needed a place to crash, after. It didn't bother him. However, the cold, shampoo-and-conditioner-less shower he had to take that morning, did bother him. America would find a post it note had been lovingly slapped on her forehead before he left for work. lizbot Post It Note Says: u owe me a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, shower hog > : (
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 6:02 pm
Preparations: C3
The room was spacious, with a floor covered in cushions an beanbags. Food and drink tables waited on the sides to be filled up, but for now only held a small mountain of small heart boxes full of chocolate and dozens of individual roses. There was what looked like a movie projector off to the side, next to an odd Truth or Dare wheel. In the back of the room was a Booth of sorts, filled with posters featuring various hunters, some of them more aware their picture was being taken than others.
I knew you were trouble was blaring over the radio, and in the middle of a bunch of balloons, America was belting along with it chipmunk style.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 6:23 pm
Preparations: C3
Peyton heard the music well before she'd entered room C3, that alone made the offer to help set up worth it, but America singing along with the voice of a chipmunk made it even better. Letting herself in, Peyton joined right on in, lending her own already high-ish voice to the other Sun's temporarily altered one.
"I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me now!"
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