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fandomhighdorms2006-05-23 10:22 am
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Squirrel campfire, early Tuesday morning
Nadia was making coffee over a small fire in the fire pit. She planned to head to the clinic later to see if she could get her cast off, but she wanted to shake off the morning remnants of sleep, first.
She was also possibly hoping to grab Pip nice and early, and get some of the possible groveling over with.
She was probably hoping even more to miss him entirely and never have to get around to telling him what she saw.
A distraction would be more than welcome.
[ooc: campfire is open]
She was also possibly hoping to grab Pip nice and early, and get some of the possible groveling over with.
She was probably hoping even more to miss him entirely and never have to get around to telling him what she saw.
A distraction would be more than welcome.
[ooc: campfire is open]

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Not for the first nor probably the last time, Walter wished a lingering and painful death for Arvin Sloane.
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How about a lingering and painful eternal life? :DNadia leaned into him. "I don't know. I think it might have been one of those, but I have to talk to . . . the person. First."
She was pretty sure Pip wouldn't want her to know what she did from the dream. She certainly wasn't going to start telling anyone else.
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Man, Death doesn't even want him."Right. They're coming less often, at least." He watched her expression carefully. "Or aren't they?"
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Seras, however, did not.
She plunked down infront of the small fire and mumbled something that might've been 'good morning'.
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"Sleep well?"
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"I--thank you?"
Then, it dawned on her.
"Oh, yeah. Arts and Crafts workshop," she said, holding up her hands and wiggling her fingers.
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"You're sweet to offer, but no thank you. Can't abide the after taste....even after brushing my teeth."
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