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[hyanaimne]

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[lazyinlove]

[Knock, knock?]

[hyanaimne]

[it takes a few moments, while Tempest waits to see if anyone else gets the door. When they don't, she sighs and answers it herself, cracking it open just enough to peek out, then all the way]

Ah - hello, dear.

[lazyinlove]

Hey. Uh. I looked you up. That's not weird, is it?

[hyanaimne]

[she tilts her head, curious]

No . . . ? There is a directory, yes? That is what it is there for?

[lazyinlove]

Yeah, guess so. Uh. We brought you something.

[Before Tempest has time to wonder what he means by "we," a little girl peeks out from behind Stan. She glances at Tempest quickly and then retreats, hiding again.]

[hyanaimne]

[oh . . . oh no. You've brought her weakness to cute things]

So I see . . .

[Tempest steps out into the hallway and kneels down, leaning to the side just enough to get a peek at the little girl] Hello, little one.

[lazyinlove]

[The girl doesn't say anything, but she peeks at Tempest a little from where she has her face hidden in Stanley's jeans. Shy but curious.]

That's Peace. She's flying under the radar, okay? Oh. I mean...it's a secret.

[hyanaimne]

Your secret is safe with me.

[she smiles a little wider at Peace and holds out a hand, palm up] Well met, Peace. My name is Tempest.

[lazyinlove]

[Whatever Tempest is expecting, it's probably not the palm slap that Peace gives her, before ducking back between Stanley's legs to hide again. Stanley snorts quietly, amused. He might've taught her that one, whoops.]

[hyanaimne]

[the palm slap startles her a bit, until she finds herself laughing. Cute weakness]

That is a high five, yes?

[lazyinlove]

Nah, that's giving skin. But she knows high five too. Hold your palm higher and face it toward her.

[The difference between training a puppy and entertaining a toddler is apparently subtle.]

[hyanaimne]

[she does so, trying to suppress even more laughter. Good job Stan, this is the happiest she's been since coming to the moon]

text; backdated 10/9

[alittlesweptup]

Doing a run for medical and need a second pair of hands.



You in?

[hyanaimne]

I'd love to. Anything to get out of this damn place for a while.

[alittlesweptup]

Cheers to that. Don't suppose you know much about disarming silent alarms, do you?


Speaking of 'this damn place,' any gossip I ought to be aware of

[So maybe he's taking an interest in current affairs; shoot him.]

[hyanaimne]

They run on electricity, yes? I can short it with a small lightning spell, I think.

[someone may have been reading up on the modern world!!]

As for gossip, that would depend on the kind you are seeking.

[alittlesweptup]

[SHEDS SINGLE TEAR OF PRIDE.]

Seems like as good a plan as any




Anything but who's dating whom. I know all sorts of people are running about like hens with their heads cut off trying to get things sorted here, but if you ask me it seems like a bunch of people fumbling about in the dark

[hyanaimne]

If that does not work, there is always silence spells.

[she thinks. She has no idea if spells like that work on devices]

I think people are simply trying to keep busy. Did you hear about the werewolves?

[alittlesweptup]

In passing. Haven't run into any of them in person

[hyanaimne]

I have not heard anything, so they must be alright now. They caused a bit of a stir when we all first got up here. Rather charming young men when they are not fearsome creatures.

[alittlesweptup]

Lovely

Doesn't seem like anyone's pushing to get us back down on the ground any time soon

[hyanaimne]

No, it does not seem like it.

[alittlesweptup]

Anyway: I'll forward you the details about the gig. Thinking of running this thing tomorrow or thereabouts

[hyanaimne]

That is fine with me. Just let me know, dear.

[alittlesweptup]

[Dear. Ha.]

Yes, love