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 Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 1:11 pm
Sasha rocked sideways and pulled her phone out of her pocket, silent as she peered down at it. She hadn't posted on twitter for quite some time, but short of calling a huge meeting (and hoping that everyone showed up), it was a time-effective method of sharing information or asking group questions. "Do you think we should ask on twitter? I mean.. I don't know. I feel like it would be important to be proactive, but I don't want to agitate anyone. I don't want to sound an alarm and then look foolish when nothing happens." She cleared her throat. "The Doctor knows about everything that happened. I wrote my mission report, and I'm sure he's read it by now. I'm sure if there was anything dangerous happening, we'd know." It was obvious she put a lot of trust into her Division Lead, and she wasn't about to question the Doctor's intelligence.
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 1:21 pm
"Maybe if we worded it right." Otto was doubly glad she wasn't thinking on a physical meeting. Otto hated crowds on a good day. "Hunters see a lot of weird s**t on missions, after all." Dr. H was a creepo, and Otto wasn't convinced he'd warn a soul about upcoming danger. Not at all. He'd keep it secret just as long as any other lead. Otto simply assumed most everyone would treat them all like children in that sense. Children... or pawns. Easy to throw to the wolves. Using their battered bodies as stepping stones to the future. Wow.. he was really messed up. Yeah, definitely vacation time. "But.. yeah. Twitter's a good idea. Just hope no one whines that it's cutting in on their precious drama fest." Petty a** fools. "It beats pretending we didn't see anything."
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 2:38 pm
Sasha chewed on her lower lip for a second before deftly typing out a quick message on her phone. "If anyone has had strange imagery in dreams or missions (doors, locks, keys or prisoners), contact Otto or myself. Thank you." She read what she'd typed, then looked up at Otto with a slight frown. He was so grumpy, but she thought it endearing. "Will that work? What do you think?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 2:49 pm
"It's worth a try. About all we can do for now." It was better than nothing. Sitting there trying to think himself into a crazy house (again) would serve no purpose. He was no one man army. He needed the help of others. Until they stumbled upon more clues. Or more danger. Suddenly the washer buzzed. Otto hopped off the table, emptying the washer of it's contents. They already smelled good. Freshly cleaned underwear and socks were closer to being his! "We can't wait around for new information to just present itself on a platter, after all."
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 3:00 pm
Sasha hummed softly and edited the message a little before she sent it. The phone was immediately tucked away, silenced. She'd check it again later, once she was alone. She watched Otto when he hopped off the table, an odd smile toying with her lips. "You're doing your own laundry." Sasha sounded almost proud. It was a sudden change of topic, but she was tired of the current one.
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 3:30 pm
Otto looked back at her for only a brief second before turning away. Probably embarrassed. "The maid is on vaca." He joked in deadpan, despite it being half true. Otto piled laundry in his arms and taking it to the dryer. "Apparently it ain't as hard as it looks." It was just bothersome. He'd gotten rather used to letting Molly do it. Why she chose to forsake her own duties to take care of him, he wasn't sure. The rest was half-hazardly shoved into the dryer, and turned on. Now he had to wait. Again. Waiting was the sucky part. He meandered back to sit with Sasha. "So all your stuff was okay when you got back? Or do you gotta go shoppin'?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 3:50 pm
"I was able to scrounge up a few of my older things, but I think someone ransacked my closet." Sasha shrugged. "When I first got back I had to borrow some clothes from Dylon," she gestured at the washing machine, which buzzed almost on cue. Hopping off the table, Sasha quickly transferred the small amount of clothes she'd washed. Once everything was secured in the dryer, Sasha hopped back onto the table. "I don't know where Wash is," she mumbled softly, pursing her lips. "I can only assume he made it out of Scotland safe."
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 3:57 pm
"Well, I'm planning to take leave sometime soon, so if you got a shopping list, lemme know." He murmured the offer, rubbing his neck. The idea of clothes shopping for a girl didn't thrill him, but he was willing if she was in need. He was going to be at a mall anyway. He needed more hats for Kat to destroy, after all. Wash's disappearance was unsettling. But sometime he didn't see other hunters for a long time. Outposts, or death. Anything was possible. "Hope so. I haven't seen him either." Depressing. He didn't envy Sasha's situation. Five months was a long time to be away. He didn't know what to say.
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 4:32 pm
Sasha smiled crookedly, merely nodding in response to Otto's offer. She wouldn't put him through anything embarrassing, but it was nice to know that the offer stood. Clearing her throat, Sasha slipped into silence. She wasn't one to force conversation, and the laundry would take an hour or so to finish. "It was nice catching up with you, Otto. I'm going to go to the labs, catch up on everything I've missed. If you need anything, I'm always here for you." Sasha gave him a meaningful look. "You know that, right?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 4:39 pm
Otto looked at her, taking some comfort in a familiar face returning from obscurity. Even if it wasn't really her own face. "I know." He murmured solemnly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 4:49 pm
"Good." Her head dipped in a curt nod, and she moved towards the door of the laundry room, pausing long enough to check her ******** Harrison. "Before I leave, Harrison says I should ask you about 'dangerous s**t' going on." She lifted her eyebrows curiously, "Is there anything else I should now about? Anything that's happened with anyone else?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 5:18 pm
The Twitter feed had reminded him of something, and sure enough, Sasha turned back around. "Kostya touched a key, and it showed us a vision of Caelius's dad. He said not to trust someone who was gathering as many artifacts as Cael has. After the vision went away, the key dissolved."Otto looked down, "As for dangerous, everything always is. The fog escaped the island, and it's making the world sick."
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 5:24 pm
Sasha wet her lips and nodded, turning to leave. "If you think of anything, hear anything, let me know. I'm sure the Leads already know whatever it is that we're trying to figure out, but I'm tired of the secrets." She offered a smile over her shoulder. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 5:26 pm
Otto nodded. "See ya around." This time he hoped it was true.
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